C74 (2/2)
Kungfu's reply caused Kungfu to be surprised, but he was also surprised, ”My good brother that can do anything, you actually said you don't know?”
Kunlun did not seem to see Kunlun's surprised look, ”But …”
”But what?” Kungfu looked at him in curiosity.
”Lanruo was famous ten years ago. It couldn't have been him!” Kungfu seemed to have not heard Kungfu's words, as he mumbled absentmindedly.
”You're talking about …” ”Cang Qu?” The eyes of the kungwu beaver flashed, and he asked again.
Hearing the two words ”Cang Qu,” Kunlun finally came back to his senses, ”Ji Chong Feng or Yun Wu Huan, it can't be him!”
Hearing this, Kungfu Yuyuan looked at him suspiciously, as if he wanted to see a trace of different feelings from those icy eyes.
Kunlun looked at him coldly. ”Just say what you want to say. Just say it. Why are you looking at me like that?”
”I'm just curious, how did you learn so well from her?” Kungfu smirked.
Kunwu raised his eyebrows, still maintaining his calm smile. He swung the jade fan in his hand, and suddenly, a stream of cold air blew him away.
Kungfu slumped back into his chair. The chair almost couldn't take his weight, so it shook and swayed before it stabilized.
”Hello …” I am your blood brother! ”
”Brat, have your wings hardened?”
Kunlun looked around and immediately shut his mouth.
At this time, the butler of the protector's manor, Yan Zhi, walked in. He bowed towards the two men in front and reported, ”Your Highness, Gongzi Lone Dust, Ye Qiu, and Mu Yin requests an audience.”
”The three of them came back together?” It was usually the three of them who took turns to follow him, but today was a strange day. They turned to look at Kunwu, and seeing how calm he was, they understood.
”Let them in.” Kunlun said softly.
”Yes sir!” Yan Yi retreated.
After a moment, Gu Chen, Ye Qiu, and Mu Yin walked into the hall and respectfully bowed to the two masters, ”Greetings to Your Highness and Your Highness Yuan.”
”Get up.” Kunlun said calmly.
”Thank you, Your Highness.” The three of them thanked him in unison.
”Brother, why didn't the three of them come with you?” Kungfu looked at Kunwu with a profound look in his eyes.
At the mention of this matter, the three of them kneeled down on one knee. ”That day, we were the ones who failed in our duty and failed to protect His Highness. I hope that Your Highness will forgive us.”
”What's going on?” Hearing that the three were talking incorrectly, Kungfu immediately took a step forward and approached the three.
The three of them did not know that His Highness did not tell the matter of him being trapped in the dungeon that day to Prince Yuan. The leader of the three, Gu Chen, looked at Kungfu's sharp eyes and then turned his pleading eyes to Kunwu.
The other two lowered their heads as they did not dare to look at Kunge, knowing that this time, the three of them had stirred up some trouble, so they did not dare to make another sound.
”Don't look at him, look at me!” Kungfu's voice suddenly turned cold, ”What exactly happened?”
His cold gaze made Gu Chen shudder. He had never seen this kind of Prince Yuan before. In his impression, this person had always been playful and disrespectful, but now this kind of person …
This kind of him, was for his majesty! Only for the sake of Your Highness!
But... Should he speak?
”Stop making things difficult for them.” Kung Oo, who was sitting at the top seat, suddenly spoke.
Kungfu looked back at Kunlun, and at that moment, the anger on his face was replaced by panic … Such a contradictory expression actually made Kunlun's heart ache …
”I won't make things difficult for them anymore. Tell me yourself, one by one!”
His voice was actually a bit shaky … He … He was afraid!
This was Her Highness, the leopard king who had experienced thousands of kinds of pain in the world, yet had never even blinked … He was actually afraid!
Kungfu's eyes were as bright as swords. His gaze was sharp as if he was trying to pry something out. He was determined to not give up until he got to his goal.
Kunwu's eyes were as cold as a cold pond. They were cold and charming, causing people to be unable to see the bottom, yet they remained silent without a single ripple.
The two of them looked at each other. The sword light twisted the cold pond. The cold pond also froze the sword light.
For a moment, Kungfu was afraid to look into those eyes, because he knew exactly what Kungfu was afraid of … Because many years ago, on that night when he was dyed red with blood, this was how he looked at the woman who weighed the heaviest to him …
The hall was very quiet, and the air was getting colder. Only the faint sounds of breathing could be heard.
For a long time, the look in Kungfu's eyes did not change.