Chapter 193 (1/2)
Meng Xingping was a little strange. He looked at Yang Xuan and said, ”who is it?”
Yang Xuan didn't beat around the Bush and said directly, ”the one in the prison.”
Meng Xingping immediately understood who he was talking about.
”Steal handsome?” Meng Xingping's face showed surprise: ”what do you want him to do?”
Yang Xuan said, ”I'm looking for an ore. he may have seen this ore. I want him to help me.”
Meng Xingping nodded and said, ”it's really appropriate to use him to find ore, but do you know who locked him in?”
Yang Xuan had an answer to this question: ”your sect leader?”
”Yes.” Meng Xingping looked embarrassed. ”If I change someone, no matter who it is, I can decide, but I'm afraid I can't do it alone.”
Yang Xuan is a little disappointed. In the current situation, it may be only this for the robber commander to know where the Lingshi is. If the Juling sect doesn't let people go, he is really a little helpless.
”This person is very important to the leader. I really can't help you.” Meng Xingping apologized. He was sorry that he couldn't help Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan had no choice but to hold his fist: ”it doesn't hurt. I'll try again.”
After talking, he looked at Meng Qingqing again and smiled: ”eat less, this time it's really gone.”
”I see!” Meng Qingqing said.
Yang Xuan didn't leave julingzong for the time being. He didn't give up his plan. Stealing handsome is his last hope. How can he give up?
The battle broke out again, and Biyun sect launched a new round of offensive against Juling sect.
Yang Xuanyuan watched from afar. There were two sects fighting all over the mountains and fields. In the sky, there were countless Guanghua fighting fiercely.
Never die!
This level of fighting can no longer be described as tragic. It seems that the two factions are ready to be broken rather than broken.
Yang Xuan sighed. The struggle between people can't disappear in any world. It may be for interests or hatred. In short, where there are people, there are Jianghu. That's right.
”Yang Xuan, what are you thinking?” Meng Qingqing came. She looked at Yang Xuan and smiled.
Yang Xuan stared at her: ”I really don't have it here. You've eaten it all.”
Meng Qingqing turned his eyes and said, ”who asked you for snacks? What do you think this is?”
As he spoke, his palm turned, and there was a dark key in his palm.
Yang Xuan was stunned. He had seen the key. It was the key to the gas lock.
”You...” Yang Xuan looked at Meng Qingqing in surprise.
”I stole it from the dead old man. How about praising me, praising me.” Meng Qingqing looked proud, like a little girl who had scored a hundred points in the exam and proudly asked for credit in front of her parents.
Yang Xuanqi said strangely, ”can you steal something from Meng Changlao?”
What is Meng Qingqing's accomplishment? What is Meng Xingping's cultivation? It's impossible to say that Meng Qingqing can steal something from Meng Xingping and happens to be the key to the gas lock.
”He put the key in the box, and then fought, and I stole it.” Meng Qingqing wrinkled her nose and seemed dissatisfied with Yang Xuan's disbelief.
A bitter smile appeared on Yang Xuan's face. He understood.
Meng Xingping did it on purpose. He clearly didn't want to help Yang Xuan. He had to shirk his responsibility in this way and let Meng Qingqing give Yang Xuan the key.
”Do you want it? If not, I'll take it back.” Meng Qingqing said discontentedly.
”Yes, not a puppy.” Yang Xuan sighed. Meng Xingping accepted the feeling.
Who knows, Meng Qingqing took back the key again. He turned his eyes and said, ”you haven't praised me yet.”
Yang Xuan said helplessly, ”Qingqing is too powerful. I admire it.”
Meng Qingqing happily threw the key to Yang Xuan, and then jumped away: ”fight.”
”Be careful, will you take huitiandan with you?” Yang Xuan asked behind her.
”Take it, take it, you're as wordy as a dead old man.” Meng Qingqing didn't go back.
Yang Xuan wanted to laugh. Meng Qingqing's mind was like a child. He was very innocent.
Looking at the key in his hand, he pondered a little and disappeared in place.
It's not too late, but it's too late.
”Young man, can you help me put this load of firewood on my shoulder?”
Just after walking for a while, before he was close to the prison, he saw an old man in sackcloth struggling to pick up a load of bound firewood.