C294 (1/2)

”Lu Qinglang, this isn't good, right?” I had no intention of trying to explain myself to him. I just said what I thought, ”The book I read doesn't seem to be able to force me to confess. If he fell for it …”

Lu Qinglang looked at me with disdain. ”What did you see?!”

The situation was a little awkward for a moment, so I obediently shut my mouth. Luckily, that person didn't mean that I understand what I said. He looked at Lu Qinglang with a pale face and his lips were trembling.

Lu Qinglang snapped his fingers. Two style gods had appeared in the air. Perhaps because of the atmosphere, these two styles gods were very big and thick, with fiendish expressions on their faces.

The God of Movement did not hesitate and rushed over to pull the man's pants, then lifted him up and walked towards the wooden horse.

”Hey!” ”You're just a little girl after all, yet you don't even bother to look at a man's pants being taken off?” Lu Qinglang frowned again. I felt that ever since he saw me, the most frequent action he made was to frown. It seemed that the Key from his youth was a depressed youngster.

”What's the big deal?” I looked down at the man's thin, unattractive body and sniffed. ”It's not even as big as the body of the medical school.”

Seeing that the man's pale face had turned green, I realized that what I said might be wrong, so I changed it. ”No, it's not as big as the body of a medical academy.”

After I finished speaking, that person's face was so green that it seemed as though it was about to explode.

While he was still in a daze, the God of Style had already lifted him up to the top of the wooden horse. Just as he was about to see the chrysanthemum that was about to fall apart, he shouted, ”Senior Brother, save me!”

I had expected the man who had fallen into the hole to suddenly appear, but when the flower was crippled, there was no sign of him.

Looking at the continuously dripping blood, I suddenly wanted to try if he would appear if I called out to Song Nan.

That person's face returned to its former paleness, but he bit his lips and remained silent.

”Or not?” Lu Qinglang leaned slightly against the torture device behind him. The God of Style seemed to have activated the mechanism of the wooden horse. I couldn't see what it was, but I could hear the sound of the mechanism operating as well as that person's uncontrollable wails.

I heaved a long sigh. ”This time, the chrysanthemum is completely broken! ”Why must you …”

Lu Qinglang looked at me and I stuck my tongue out and shut my mouth.

By this time, that person had already fainted. Lu Qinglang walked over and snapped his fingers in front of that person's nose. That person actually slowly woke up, but his eyes were unfocused.

I understand what Lu Qinglang meant. He just wanted to destroy that person. He didn't expect to get an answer while that person was still conscious.

”Speak, who sent you?”

”Someone gave us a lot of money to follow her.”

Lu Qinglang didn't rush to ask who it was. Instead, he asked, ”Us? Who was it? It's not just you and your senior right? ”

Right! The person who followed me before died shouldn't be on the same path as them. Lu Qinglang really thought about it more than me.

”I don't know how many people he invited, but it definitely wasn't just me and my senior brother.” His answer was very vague, but it was probably because he knew this.

”Was it your senior brother who contacted the person who invited you?”

The man nodded. ”I've never seen one.”

Lu Qinglang suddenly laughed coldly, producing a disdainful sound along with it, ”You're lying! You've seen him! ”

That person's denial was still very erratic as he said, ”I didn't …” ”No …”

From the looks of it, he didn't seem to be lying. It would be a pity if he didn't become an actor that day.

”You've seen it!” Lu Qinglang said confidently, ”Think about it carefully, you've definitely seen it before!”

At this time, Lu Qinglang appeared as though he was being fooled, ”You've seen his face, and you know his name! Say it, don't hesitate to say it! ”

Under the allure of Lu Qinglang's bewitching voice, that person's eyes widened. His pupils had shrunk to the size of a needle's tip, as if he was trying his best to recall something.

Suddenly, that person mournfully shouted, ”Chen Xing!”