Chapter 588 (1/2)

Begonia embarrassed to pull his clothes, ”I don't know, but every time you come back, you eat steamed stuffed buns in your hands.”

”The steamed stuffed buns in your dark street are delicious.”

Liu Liang's praise is not stingy. It's delicious. It's much better than that in Ming Street. Otherwise, she can't always eat every time she comes. It's not because after today, she has to wait for next year, maybe more next year.

Now the steamed stuffed bun in her hand is the taste of dark street steamed stuffed bun. She likes it very much.

”Who did Wen Ting's injury?”

Liu Liang slowed down the speed of eating. While eating, she also asked Haitang. She decided to save the man. For these lovely steamed stuffed buns, she can eat them in the future.

Of course, it is because of the special strength of dark street, which can be regarded as finding a backer for itself.

So without mentioning anything else, these two reasons are enough for her to save Wen Ting.

And Wen Ting doesn't hate that person. It must be that not everyone can persist in living when living so hard. She is already admiring.

Begonia pursed her red lips and grabbed her clothes.

”It was the master's uncle who hurt him.”

”What about the one who hurt?”

Liu Liang doesn't think Wen Ting is the owner of steamed stuffed bun. As the owner of the dark street, one person is related to the survival of the dark street. He can't be a bully. He may have a conscience or a soft heart, but it's absolutely impossible to let go of his enemy, especially the enemy who makes his life worse than death.

”Dead.”

Begonia said faintly. Although her voice was light and there was no emotional exposure, Liu Liang still heard the trace of hatred in her voice.

”Is your master strong in the Xuanmen?”

At present, Liu Liang still knows a little about Xuanmen. It can be said that the only people she knows in Xuanmen are the two of the Chu family, but they give her an impression, that's all.

Wen Ting is the third one. It seems that she has to ask him if she wants to know something in the Xuanmen.

No, I can't ask him now. The man's empty gust of wind can blow down. When he talks, he is also weak. He is willing to say that she doesn't want to listen. She is afraid that she won't sleep if she doesn't listen. The one spits out a kilogram of blood for her first.

”Master...”

Hearing Wen Ting's name, Begonia's eyebrows and eyes became docile. It was clearly an enchanting woman, but now it became a lake like a little girl.

”The master is very strong.”

”Is your dark street strong?”

Liu Liang asked again, then stretched out her hand and put it in front of Zeng's narration.

Zeng Xubai picked up a steamed stuffed bun and gave Liu Liang half.

”Thank you, husband.”

Liu Liang smiled again, bent her eyes and continued to bite the steamed stuffed bun.

Begonia's upright posture, ”our dark street has its own unique power.”

”Well,” Liu Liang agreed. The savings of the millennium are not in vain.

”The forces of all parties will give me some thin noodles.”

Haitang suddenly smiled, ”Dr. Liu can rest assured that as long as the dark street exists in the world, you will be the benefactor of our dark street. No matter who you are, you will give you some face.”

Liu Liang took another bite of steamed stuffed bun. She didn't want others to give her face, as long as she didn't ask for trouble.

”Do you know the witch family?”

Liu Liang asked again, the witch family is a Xuanmen family. Although they don't know how big their family is, they call themselves an aristocratic family. If they are also people of Xuanmen, dark street should also know the existence and strength of the witch family.

”I know.”

Begonia nodded lightly, ”it is difficult for a group of mobs to ascend the hall of elegance.”