Pretty Prince vs Fake Girl

Liang Xuan sat on the inside, so naturally he didn't need to dodge, because he knew that Murong Ze was highly skilled in martial arts and had a reliable barrier, so he didn't need to worry at all.

However, until the edge of Leng Ran's sword came within inches of him, Murong Ze didn't move at all, he just stared coldly at the long sword that radiated murderous aura without blinking his eyes.

The yelling and furious long sword was about to pierce Murong Ze's eyes, Liang Xuan stood up in shock, without even thinking, he grabbed Murong Ze's arm and pulled him aside.

However, before Murong Ze was dragged up, a majestic voice sounded out of thin air.

"stop."

Zhou Qin's whole body was shaken by the not-so-salty voice, and before he could stop, Dang even tried his best to change the trajectory of the sword move, slashing sharply close to Murong Ze's face.

Liang Xuan broke out in a cold sweat, but Murong Ze remained motionless with a coffin face.

Zhou Qin withdrew his sword, pursed his lips in resentment, and his eyes were dangerous and dark.

The remaining sanity of the disciples was running out, and they looked up at the person outside the door in a daze, and suddenly they all showed joy on their faces, and shouted, "Master!!"

Yang Buzheng only wore a brocade padded jacket outside, his face was still sickly pale, but his eyes were clear and majestic, and the clear and cold air made him turn his head and cough.

The disciples rushed over nervously and helped Yang Buzheng into the dining room. Zhou Qin clenched his hands slightly, but stood still as if angry, without moving at all.

Yang Buzheng glanced at Zhou Qin indifferently, then smiled at Liang Xuan and nodded, and asked aside, "How can there be trouble?"

The disciples talked about the situation just now, and were embellished by Liang Xuan from time to time. Yang Buzheng didn't move, and said to Zhou Qin, "Even if you don't agree with my decision, you shouldn't blame others. You are a guest after all. If you act recklessly, how can you explain Qingcheng's etiquette to Wulin?"

The majestic and heavy eyes finally forced Zhou Qin to compromise reluctantly, and perfunctorily cupped his fists at Murongze, saying, "I'm sorry."

Liang Xuan jumped up immediately, "It's not just rude? You almost blinded his eyes. This is seriously related to personal appearance... and life safety. How can you just say 'disrespect'!"

Murong Ze ignored the discomfort in his eyes as much as possible, pulled Liang Xuan who was alive and kicking behind him, nodded slightly at Yang Buzheng, and said, "We also made mistakes, our words were rude and rude, I hope Master Yang will take care of him."

Murong Ze knew that if he wanted to leave Qingcheng safely, he had to pay for this gift, but even if he paid for it, he would definitely not go to Zhou Qin. Obviously, he is in an extremely bad mood right now, and even if it is an apology, he must insist on expressing his own style.

Liang Xuan, however, was very satisfied with such a seemingly compromised but vigorously argued solution. He raised his eyebrows and stared at Zhou Qin provocatively. Zhou Qin had nowhere to vent his anger.

Yang Buzheng and Murongze talked politely again, and when they learned that they were going down the mountain to leave, they didn't pretend to stay with each other politely, and then led Zhou Qin back to the house.

On the way back to the room, Murong Ze's face turned pale. Liang Xuan was leading the way and didn't pay attention for a moment. When he turned his head by chance, he was shocked, "Did Shi Cai get hurt? Let me see!"

Murong Ze gently blocked his hand away, his eyes were a little flustered, he paused, and then said calmly, "It's okay."

Liang Xuan said sincerely, "Don't be shy, I won't laugh at you."

Murong Ze glanced at him strangely, "You only dare to hide behind me, you have the face to say it."

Liang Xuan said boldly, "Ze'er is the world's best martial artist, so why do you need me to do it myself?"

Murong Ze was amused, "It's as if you've put in so much effort just to make me stand out..."

Liang Xuanyi said righteously, "I am very pleased that you understand, but how could you ruin it? Could it be that if you don't fight back, you have already predicted that Master Yang will come? Are you so magical?"

Murong Ze was silent for a long while, thinking hard about the origin and allusion of the "supernatural" in his heart, but it did not prevent him from putting on an inscrutable and arrogant look on his face.

A hot reverence suddenly arose in Liang Xuan's heart.

As soon as Murong Ze returned to his house, he was in a hurry to clean things up, and he had to leave Qingcheng Mountain without delay.

Liang Xuan followed him around with a look of admiration and longing. Seeing that the "magic" in his mind couldn't even arrange a few packets of medicine, he didn't even think it was wrong. There are only six characters:

Do not eat human fireworks.

Almost with the excitement and enthusiasm of "we mortals can help the Shangxian", he helped Murongze pack the few doses of medicine left by Xue Ningzi into a cloth pocket, and handed it to him respectfully, adored His eyes never moved away from beginning to end, and he almost bowed and kowtowed.

Murong Ze was inexplicably flustered, he hesitated for a while with the outstretched hand, and then made up his mind to take the cloth pocket, making sure that there was nothing weird, turned around and left.

Liang Xuan followed each step as if possessed by a demon, followed in a trance for a long time, and was finally awakened by a gloomy cold fan. He shivered and came back to his senses. place?"

Murong Ze stared calmly at the place where the rising sun rose, and said solemnly, "Go to the east, and, who is Xian'er?"

Liang Xuan stared at the indifferent person in front of him in astonishment, finally twitched the corner of his mouth, turned sideways and pointed at the sun behind him, and said angrily, "You were walking with it on your back earlier, don't think that you are fascinated by me With seven meat and eight vegetables, I can't tell the difference between east, west and north, Xian'er!"

Murong Ze frowned, "When did I become so obsessed with you? Is Xian'er me?"

Liang Xuan said sonorously, "You are a god who can predict the future! Naturally, you can capture my heart in an instant, Xian'er!"

Compared with studying whether the term "Fangxin" is appropriate or not, Murongze is more concerned about things, "Which book did 'Supernatural' come from? Who created it? What does it mean? Why have I never heard of it? Yes? Don’t call me Xian’er.”

Liang Xuanli said bluntly, "There has never been a book. It was improvised by Liang Xuan, which means 'the great fairy'. It is you, Xian'er!"

Murong Ze, "..."

How foolish and crooked it is that he thought about the meaning of "beyond the gods" all the way, how stupid!

Murong Ze's face was frosty, he glanced at Liang Xuan, turned around indifferently, and walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest.

Liang Xuan said expressionlessly, "Where are you going? The sun is over there."

Murong Ze's footsteps froze a bit, but he didn't stop, "I suddenly thought that this is the shortcut to go down the mountain."

Liang Xuan stared at the self-supporting back with special meaning, and said sharply, "I remember, I asked you why Wen Cai came to you, but you fooled me, you are a road idiot, right? , Xianer?"

Murong Ze turned around abruptly, and gave Liang Xuan a hard look, "Don't call me Xian'er!"

A slight schadenfreude flashed across Liang Xuan's face, "Then... Lu Chi?"

Murong Ze stared at him for a moment, his ears gradually turned red, and replied without confidence, "No."

Liang Xuan had an expression of "do you think I would believe it, am I a fool?", spread his hands and shrugged, ignored Murong Ze's cold eyes, looked around seriously, and asked, "Where were you at first?" In which direction did you go?"

Murong Ze's hands slowly clenched into fists, but suddenly let go, he turned his head and said, "Why should I tell you?"

Liang Xuan sighed melancholy, reached out and patted Murong Ze's shoulder, "I shouldn't have expected anything, it was my fault, I gave you unreasonable pressure, I'm sorry, Xian'er."

"You!" Murong Ze clenched his fists tightly, his eye circles could not help showing a beautiful blush, and he tried his best to restrain his anger, "You'd better wash your neck and wait for me, there will always be time for you to pay off the debt."

Liang Xuan raised his head, showed his neck without hesitation, and said provocatively, "Why don't you do it now? There are few people and the right time and place. You kill me now, and you don't know anyone."

Murong Ze remained silent, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he turned his head to avoid Liang Xuan's suddenly sharp eyes.

Liang Xuan looked at Murongze silently, feeling that he was like that immature child who had been wronged but was still stubborn enough to refuse to bow his head, just like himself in the old light and shadow in those years...

He gently held Murong Ze's cold hands, and in the astonished eyes of the other party, said in a deep voice, "Is it Xue Ningzi?"

Murong Ze's eye sockets suddenly widened, he was stunned for a moment, then suddenly withdrew his hand, and said in an unsteady voice, "I don't understand what you said."

Liang Xuan frowned, "What are you afraid of?"

Murong Ze's dark pupils were flickering, but he still refused to answer.

Liang Xuan stared at him closely, cut it open and took a step closer, "I was born in southern Xinjiang and grew up in southern Xinjiang. Although I don't recognize all the semi-immortal gods and witches in our place, I do have some friendship with those who have divine power. I know After the twists and turns, you can no longer believe these ghosts and gods. If your move is as safe as Taishan, if it is not because you can predict the future, there is only one possibility left. You are not moving, but unable to move, yes or no ? I was angry with you all the way, but you can bear not to shoot me because you can't move, right?"

After Liang Xuan's wishful thinking was over, Murong Ze took advantage of this time to calm down the panic just now. He looked at Liang Xuan calmly as usual, and said, "Whether it is true or not, what does it matter to you?"

Liang Xuan suffocated, and instantly felt that his heart was hit hard by a hammer, stuffy, stuffy, panicky, and aching.

Murong Ze withdrew his gaze lightly, took a calm step and continued down the mountain, even though the direction... was still wrong.

In the end, the ears are clean and the world is peaceful.

This person who has only known him for a few days, seems to be a rogue and useless, but his eyes are so sharp and vicious. In fact, he is not unwilling, but he can't, and he can't trust him. Now he has lost all his internal strength, and he doesn't even have the ability to protect himself.

So before finding Wen Cai, he had to be very cautious, he couldn't trust him.

The author has something to say:

Happy New Year's Day!

I still have to practice on New Year's Day!

It suddenly occurred to me that there is only one day off for New Year's Day this year, will the teachers of various colleges and universities assign a lot of homework frantically....

For some reason, the resentment of practicing the car miraculously disappeared (*￣▽￣)y

Another: The 2014 written in the manuscript feels very subtle....