Chapter 1100

The young man's eyes were sharp like a knife, staring at the green sun. His eyes were cold and threatening, as if he could see through the hearts of the people.

Qin zongjun turned slightly sideways.

He noticed.

When the boy spoke, he used her.

Qingyang retreated and covered his heart with his hands. "Sao Nian, don't look at me with such eyes. I will be shy."

"What else can you see?"

Yan Tao's handsome and beautiful face suddenly gushed cold.

Died at the age of eight.

Drag it to her.

This man's tactics can be called treacherous against the sky.

If it's a conspiracy

Canglan is afraid of being destroyed at any time!

Yan Tao's dark eyes suddenly showed a terrible chill. His slender fingers clasped one side of the corner of the table, suddenly leaned over, grabbed Qingyang's collar with his right hand, and directly dragged the person over, "I'm asking you!"

The voice was as cold and fierce as a knife, like the cold wind in winter. It was cold to the bone.

"Tao Tao!"

This was the first time Qin Zong saw Yan Tao lose control of his emotions.

The young man's side face was like a knife, and his evil Qi flowed out uncontrollably.

The strong one almost lifted Qingyang up.

Qin Zong's thin lips became a cold line, and his bony fingers pressed on Yan Tao's arm, "don't get excited first, listen to Taoist Qingyang."

The man looked at the young man full of evil spirit and slowly held her hand.

"If you don't believe him, you must believe me?"

"Huh?"

Qin Zong's tone was gentle and soothing. "Don't worry, no matter what, I'll let him tell you what he knows."

"Will you let go first?"

Yan Tao's peach blossom eyes were still burning with cold anger. She turned her head slightly and hit the man's gentle and calm Phoenix eyes.

Men's Phoenix eyes are like ink, and their eyes are as calm as the vast sea.

Yantao grasped Qingyang's collar and slowly loosened her hand. She slightly lowered her eyes, slowly calmed her impulse and fear, and sat back on the futon again.

"Just now I was so impulsive that I was offended. Please forgive me, Taoist priest."

Qingyang was almost out of breath because of his collar. He coughed twice, pulled the futon back quietly, pretended to be nothing and said with a smile, "I forgive you, forgive me."

"Now, sir, can you tell me what you know?"

"Er, I've told you everything I know. You can see so much from the divinatory symbols," Qingyang kept on guard against the boy who looked peaceful but was extremely irritable.

I didn't expect it!

Qin Zong found such a violent temper.

Oh, it really hurt him, old man.

"What are you talking about?"

Yan Tao lifted his eyes, and the peach blossom's eyes were deeply cold.

"Oh no, I can see something else!! there's something else, you wait!"

Qingyang was so frightened that he could jump directly from the futon if he didn't keep the posture of an expert in the world.

When he spoke, he didn't forget to stare at Qin Zong fiercely.

The people you brought don't know. Look at them!

Taoist Qingyang lowered his eyes again, pinched his left thumb on the knuckles of his index finger, quickly pointed his fingertips, and muttered to himself.

"Calculate, calculate, I calculate divination."

"Calculate, calculate, I calculate divination."

"Calculate, calculate, poor Qingyang also calculates divination..."

Yan Tao's eyebrows jumped slightly when he saw the words that Qingyang was saying.

"... well, born in a very expensive family, parents..." Qingyang said aloud, "these parents..."