Chapter 604: Hundred Flower God

Zhang Zhang Xiuling walked out of Tongqing Theater, her expression a bit dazed. Duan Duan Shuqun and Shen Shen Rongqing sent her off from behind, sending Zhang Zhang Xiuling all the way to the rickshaw.

Today was the opening ceremony of Tongqing Theater. Zhang Zhang Xiuling attended as invited. After the ceremony, He He Jiaqing discussed some things with her, things that Zhang Zhang Xiuling could not accept.

"Zhang Xiuling, I saw you drank a lot of wine just now. Be careful on the road." Shen Shen Rongqing handed the handbag to Zhang Zhang Xiuling.

Zhang Zhang Xiuling took the bag without speaking and let the rickshaw puller pull the car away.

Duan Duan Shuqun shouted behind the car: "Sect Master Zhang, I'll wait for your news."

After the rickshaw went far away, Duan Duan Shuqun turned to look at Shen Shen Rongqing: "Shen Rongqing, we have been friends for so many years, there are some things I don't want to say too much. Those little actions of yours, He Jiaqing can see them all. Don't look at him being happy and laughing usually; he is never broad-minded. When he really turns his face, this matter will be hard to handle."

Shen Shen Rongqing laughed: "Your eyes are good. What did you see? Go tell him. I want to see how big a crime I committed, and I want to see how he can punish me!"

Duan Duan Shuqun shook his head repeatedly and didn't say anything more.

Zhang Zhang Xiuling arrived at Baihua Garden, which was the main hall of the Baihua Sect. Four gardens surrounded a western-style building. The hall masters of various halls gathered in the hall of the western-style building, waiting for Zhang Zhang Xiuling's decision.

He He Jiaqing set conditions: the Baihua Sect would belong to the He family in the future, the sect master would be appointed by He He Jiaqing, all businesses in the gang would be handed over to the He family to manage, and each hall would receive monthly money according to the number of people.

Such conditions were unheard of. He He Jiaqing was going to eat the Baihua Sect hard.

He gave Zhang Zhang Xiuling three days to make a decision. Zhang Zhang Xiuling didn't want to agree.

"Our Baihua Sect is one of the top gangs in Puluo Continent. None of the past sect masters have been spineless. Although I, Zhang Zhang Xiuling, am a woman, since I sit in the position of sect master, I absolutely cannot lose the family business of the gang. Even if I, Zhang, am smashed to pieces, I will never bow my head to the He family!"

A seventh-layer literary cultivator, the number one talented woman in Puluo Continent, naturally had power in her words.

But after these words were spoken, none of the hall masters responded.

For them, something had more power than what Zhang Zhang Xiuling just said, and that thing was Han Han Yaomen's head.

No matter how beautiful you make your words, He He Jiaqing is truly killing, and not just killing Han Han Yaomen alone. The Qingyun Society died more than a hundred people one after another, and the heads were all packed in wooden boxes one by one.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Zhang Zhang Xiuling first let everyone disperse.

Returning to the bedroom, Zhang Zhang Xiuling's heart was in chaos. Fu Fu Lianhong, the hall master of the Red Flower Hall, knocked on the door and came in.

They were usually as close as sisters. Seeing that there was only Zhang Zhang Xiuling in the room, Fu Fu Lianhong simply told the truth: "Sister Zhang Xiuling, you can't keep the position of sect master. Let's not talk about how ruthless He He Jiaqing is, the hearts of the people in the gang have already scattered."

Zhang Zhang Xiuling stared at Fu Fu Lianhong for a moment without speaking.

Fu Fu Lianhong slapped herself: "Blame me for talking too much. Sister must think that I said these things because I had other plans. I'll tell you the truth from my heart. If sister is not in the gang, I definitely won't stay either.

As long as you make up your mind, the two of us will leave together.

Over the years, I have saved quite a bit of money. Let's find a quiet place to live a good life. We are literary people,

why not do something literary people should do? Putting more effort into cultivation is better than anything. Why suffer here and crawl with a group of desperadoes?"

"Literary people—."

Zhang Zhang Xiuling stared at the handbag for a moment. She thought of another literary person.

It was Shen Shen Rongqing who took the bag out for her. She seemed to have something to say at the time.

Zhang Zhang Xiuling took the handbag and opened it. Inside the powder box, there was a note tucked in.

The note only wrote three words: Find Li Qi.

This was Shen Shen Rongqing's hint to Zhang Zhang Xiuling.

Fu Fu Lianhong took a look and nodded repeatedly: "This is also a way. Put the gods above the clouds aside. In the mortal circle, the only one who can fight He He Jiaqing is Li Qi."

Zhang Zhang Xiuling went to Xiaoyao Dock, but Li Qi was not there. When asked about his whereabouts, no one knew.

Zhang Zhang Shuning, the manager of Xiaoyao Dock, admired Zhang Zhang Xiuling very much. He gave Zhang Zhang Xiuling a trick: "You go to New Land to find Fifth Brother, and tell Fifth Brother if you have anything."

Zhang Zhang Xiuling thanked him repeatedly and took a car to the Lu family mansion. Fu Fu Lianhong was puzzled: "Didn't you say go to New Land to find Ma Wu? Why are you going to the Lu family?"

"Do you know the price of finding Ma Wu?"

Fu Fu Lianhong was anxious: "It's already this time, and you still care about this little thing? Ma Wu is young and promising,

many girls want to rub against her, but can't find a way."

"Finding Li Qi is fine, Ma Wu is not. I'm not that low." Zhang Zhang Xiuling didn't agree. She wanted to go to the Lu family mansion to find Duan Duan Shaoxia.

In the past, when Duan Duan Shaoxia encountered things, Zhang Zhang Xiuling didn't contribute less. She never hesitated to go through fire and water, and the two were as close as sisters.

Now hearing that Zhang Zhang Xiuling was in trouble, Duan Duan Shaoxia packed her things overnight and returned to her hometown. Zhang Zhang Xiuling didn't find anyone.

Fu Fu Lianhong didn't say a word. She couldn't bear to mock Zhang Zhang Xiuling.

Zhang Zhang Xiuling returned to Baihua Garden and asked her subordinates to arrange flowers.

She chose one hundred fresh flowers from the four gardens, and each flower variety was different.

Placing these flowers in one place, Zhang Zhang Xiuling knelt in the flower cluster and prayed silently. She wanted to invite the Hundred Flower God.

Regarding the origin of the Hundred Flower God, there are two sayings. One saying is that the Hundred Flower God is the creator of the Baihua Sect, whose cultivation reached a certain realm and detached from the mortal world.

Another saying is that the Hundred Flower God was not in the mortal world originally, but a beautiful fairy in the sky, so the Baihua Sect loved and respected flowers and thus received the protection of the Hundred Flower God.

Legend has it that the sect master of the Baihua Sect prays in the flower cluster and can obtain the power of the Hundred Flower God, but this is only a legend, and the situation is different from the Qingyun Society.

Bei Bei Wushuang was once the Dragon Head Master of the Qingyun Society. He truly took care of the Qingyun Society, but whether the Hundred Flower God truly took care of the Baihua Sect is almost impossible to verify. Someone said before that the sect master indeed obtained power during prayer, but whether that was truly the power of the Hundred Flower God has no conclusion.

Zhang Zhang Xiuling prayed piously in the flower cluster, and Fu Fu Lianhong persuaded her bitterly from the side: "Sister Zhang Xiuling, let's not waste time here. We don't know if the Hundred Flower God is true or false. Our past sect masters were all literary cultivators, and our gang hasn't produced any flower cultivators. What's the use of you worshiping the Flower God?"

"It's useful! The wisdom roots of past sect masters were all given by the Hundred Flower God!"

"This matter is used to deceive others, how did you deceive yourself? Sister Zhang Xiuling, sister—"

After counting for a long time, Zhang Zhang Xiuling didn't speak. Fu Fu Lianhong was a bit surprised. Could it be that she really obtained the power of the Flower God?

A cold wind blew, and a crystal-clear long silk floated from the corner of Zhang Zhang Xiuling's mouth.

She fell asleep, drooling.

Fu Fu Lianhong sighed and said: "Fine, have a good sleep. Once you wake up, you will know what to do."

Li Qi asked for a batch of dark energy carriers from Shen Zhong Huaien. These carriers were materials for making ropes.

Shen Zhong Huaien had gauze wrapped around his face and looked at the application form Li Qi brought up: "Need so many?"

"Little Shen, saying this is meaningless. We are real friends."

"I just asked casually." Shen Zhong Huaien waved his pen and signed the application form.

He wasn't worried that Li Qi wouldn't pay it back. Li Qi followed the formal procedures, as long as there was an account on the books.

Li Li Banfeng looked at the gauze on Shen Zhong Huaien's face, and some places still showed dark red blood stains: "What's wrong with your face?"

Shen Zhong Huaien smiled: "These two days, many pimples grew on my face. My wife's hands were itchy, and she had to squeeze the pimples. Now my face is squeezed and injured."

"The injury is not light. Your wife's hands are quite heavy."

Shen Zhong Huaien smiled bitterly: "She is a good person, just this temper—."

Li Li Banfeng was in no mood to listen to his wife's affairs. He returned to his residence and was about to bring this pile of carriers back to the Leaving Suishenju when he suddenly felt the Judge's Pen tremble at his waist.

"Something up?" Li Li Banfeng picked up the Judge's Pen and asked.

"Yes." The Judge's Pen shook.

"What is it?"

"Forgot."

"No rush, tell me when you remember."

Taking the dark energy carriers back to the Leaving Suishenju, Li Li Banfeng accompanied his wife to make the rope. After working for more than two hours, the Judge's Pen seemed to suddenly remember something, came to Li Li Banfeng, and asked with a very serious tone: "Do I look like a flower?"

The room was quiet for a second.

One second later, starting from his wife, everyone in the room laughed non-stop.

Only Li Li Banfeng didn't laugh. He knew the Judge's Pen was talking about serious business: "Did you remember something?"

The Judge's Pen was still trying to recall: "I seem to have raised many flowers."

Waking up from sleep, Zhang Zhang Xiuling was indeed much clearer.

She brought the roster of the Baihua Sect and the Baihua Seal, and handed these two things to He He Jiaqing together.

He He Jiaqing didn't decline and took them directly: "Sister Zhang Xiuling, don't blame me. I did this for the Baihua Sect, for the sake of the long-term future."

"The brothers are all willing to follow you, and I am relieved to hand the gang to you." Zhang Zhang Xiuling spoke the truth.

She proposed handing the Baihua Sect to He He Jiaqing, and none of the hall masters opposed it.

Fu Fu Lianhong added: "Young Master He, from now on you are the head of the Baihua Sect. I will only call you head this one time.

From now on, the two of us will withdraw from the Baihua Sect, and the affairs in the gang will have nothing to do with us anymore."

He He Jiaqing felt very regretful: "Sister Zhang Xiuling, why is this necessary? I am just a nominal sect master, and the affairs in the sect are still decided by you."

Zhang Zhang Xiuling lowered her head and smiled: "Young Master He, no need to say polite words. At least leave me some dignity, let the matter pass like this."

Zhang Zhang Xiuling left Baihua Garden that day, and the Baihua Sect officially belonged to He He Jiaqing.

Regarding such a result, He He Jiaqing was not surprised at all. He clearly knew the quality of the major gangs, and also knew that the backers behind them would not easily show up.

This matter caused another sensation in Puluo Continent. The headlines of major newspapers were all about He He Jiaqing.

He read every newspaper seriously. He was very satisfied with the news from various families, except that his own newspaper wrote it a bit poorly.

"Baihua Sect Changes to a New Master, Why Are Disputes Rising Everywhere?"

He He Jiaqing looked at Shen Shen Rongqing: "Did you write this draft?"

Shen Shen Rongqing nodded.

He He Jiaqing sighed: "Are you angry with me?"

Shen Shen Rongqing lowered her head: "How would I dare? The draft was written too hastily, and the wording was a bit inappropriate."

He He Jiaqing was obviously dissatisfied with this explanation, and the scene was a bit tense. Duan Duan Shuqun hurriedly changed the subject: "I heard that Zhang Zhang Xiuling is leaving Green Water City in these few days. Should we continue to monitor her?"

"No need to monitor," He He Jiaqing shook his head, "Kill her."

Shen Shen Rongqing couldn't believe it. This was actually something He He Jiaqing said: "Zhang Zhang Xiuling has already yielded,

and the gang has been handed over to you. Can't you spare her life?"

He He Jiaqing shook his head: "As long as she is still alive, the hearts of the people in the Baihua Sect won't be stable."

Shen Shen Rongqing took a deep breath: "He Jiaqing, Zhang Zhang Xiuling is the number one talented woman in Puluo Continent. You killed her just like that. How will others view you?"

"It's not important. I did this all for Puluo Continent."

Shen Shen Rongqing turned and left. He He Jiaqing sat on the sofa and continued to read the newspaper.

Duan Duan Shuqun sat beside the sofa, not knowing what to say. In the awkwardness, an accountant came to report on financial problems.

Zhang Zhang Xiuling was not very good at management, the Baihua Sect's business was very chaotic, and there were indeed many problems.

This accountant saved Duan Duan Shuqun: "He Jiaqing, I'll go check the account book first."

He found an excuse and left. Only He He Jiaqing and Seeing Datou were left in the hall.

Seeing Datou didn't feel awkward. He He Jiaqing read the newspaper, and he followed along.

After reading for a while, He He Jiaqing suddenly spoke: "Puluo Continent is like this. Only after seeing blood do they know fear.

Only when they fear you will they watch you without blinking.

They fear me now and have been watching me. Mr. Kong Fang and the ancestor of stealing cultivators are afraid of being seen by others, so they won't come to find me. Besides that, what else do you guess I can get?"

Seeing Datou couldn't guess. He He Jiaqing smiled: "Stealing the World and Stealing the Name, whether it's a true name or a false name, whether it's a good name or a bad name, the bigger the reputation, the fiercer the momentum!"

Seeing Datou didn't know the essentials of the Stealing the World and Stealing the Name technique, nor did he know what "the fiercer the momentum" meant.

Above the clouds, everyone has their own cultivation means. Only He He Jiaqing himself could perceive that his cultivation base was growing by leaps and bounds.

Zhang Zhang Xiuling and Fu Fu Lianhong hid in the outer residence and didn't dare to show their faces for several days.

Fu Fu Lianhong felt that the wind had passed. She asked someone to handle the road permit and train tickets, preparing to go to the Ink Fragrance Shop to hide for a while. Zhang Zhang Xiuling had a great reputation among literary people. After arriving at the hometown of literary people, He He Jiaqing should not dare to act recklessly.

The two didn't dare to take a car, brought the traveling cultivator spiritual objects, and ran directly to the train station.

Passing through a deep alley, Zhang Zhang Xiuling's feet went soft, and she suddenly fell to the ground. Fu Fu Lianhong leaned over to help, and when she looked up again, she found He He Jiaqing standing in front of the two.

When did he come?

Fu Fu Lianhong prepared to draw her weapon but was stopped by Zhang Zhang Xiuling.

He He Jiaqing said: "Sister Zhang Xiuling, I held a literary salon and wanted to invite you to take a look."

Zhang Zhang Xiuling smiled: "I have urgent matters, I really can't go today."

"If the number one talented woman in Puluo Continent doesn't go, I'm afraid this scene won't be supported."

"I am not the number one talented woman. This title should be given to Shen Rongqing." Zhang Zhang Xiuling blocked Fu Fu Lianhong behind her, signaling her to run quickly.

"In literature there is no first, in martial arts there is no second. How about this, you and Shen Rongqing have a competition tonight, let's see who the title of number one talented woman belongs to!" He He Jiaqing specifically looked at Fu Fu Lianhong behind Zhang Zhang Xiuling. He pressed his palm, signaling her not to move. Neither of them could run away.

Fu Fu Lianhong also understood the situation. She took out a pen from her waist, preparing to use "Counting Ink and Seeking Lines".

Among the escape techniques of literary cultivators, "Counting Ink and Seeking Lines" is the easiest to use. Fu Fu Lianhong had a sixth-layer cultivation base, and her "Counting Ink and Seeking Lines" technique was very exquisite. She didn't need to write characters stroke by stroke; as long as she threw out some ink, it could turn into characters and surround He He Jiaqing.

But she held the writing brush and threw it for a long time, but not a drop of ink was thrown out.

Did she forget to fill the ink when leaving?

This writing brush was Fu Fu Lianhong's most important weapon. The pen barrel had a special cavity for storing ink. Fu Fu Lianhong tested the weight, and there was at least more than half of the ink in the pen barrel.

But this ink couldn't be thrown out. Fu Fu Lianhong threw it several times, and the writing brush became lighter and lighter, but she still couldn't see a drop of ink.

Fu Fu Lianhong couldn't use the technique and was anxious. Zhang Zhang Xiuling cut her finger, squeezed out fresh blood, and prepared to use the "One Character Worth a Thousand Gold" technique.

This was Zhang Zhang Xiuling's most proficient technique. Characters written in blood had extremely high combat power. Zhang Zhang Xiuling was confident in dealing with He He Jiaqing for a period of time, giving Fu Fu Lianhong a chance to escape.

The bleeding finger slid across the wall, but Zhang Zhang Xiuling didn't write a single character. The wall was clean, and not a trace of blood was left.

He He Jiaqing stretched out his hand and pointed to the ground, signaling Zhang Zhang Xiuling that she could change to another place.

Zhang Zhang Xiuling's hands were shaking.

She squatted on the ground and wrote with her fingertips, but there was still no blood on the ground.

What exactly happened?

He He Jiaqing looked around: "How about you change to another place?"

Zhang Zhang Xiuling gritted her teeth and quietly grabbed a handful of sand from the side of the road.

She stood up straight and asked He He Jiaqing: "Why can't you give me a way to live?"

He He Jiaqing looked at Zhang Zhang Xiuling's right hand and smiled: "Want to use sand to write on the ground? How many characters do you want to write? I'll wait for you here."

Fine sand flowed between Zhang Zhang Xiuling's fingertips. She was indeed using sand to write.

He He Jiaqing was too arrogant. He saw through Zhang Zhang Xiuling's means but didn't stop her. Zhang Zhang Xiuling's fingertips trembled, and she wrote a "Knife" character on the ground.

Zhang Zhang Xiuling turned her wrist, preparing to let this "Knife" character attack He He Jiaqing's face, but how much use could this one "character" have?

Ordinary people didn't understand Zhang Zhang Xiuling's means, but Fu Fu Lianhong understood. This "Knife" character would shatter in front of He He Jiaqing, becoming as fine as sand.

Each grain of sand would turn into a knife. According to Zhang Zhang Xiuling's speculation, He He Jiaqing, who was besieged, would have at least twenty seconds to parry the knives, which gave them a chance to escape.

The plan was very clear, Zhang Zhang Xiuling waved her hand, but the "Knife" character on the ground couldn't fly up.

Where did the "Knife" character go?

Zhang Zhang Xiuling looked down and saw that there was no "Knife" character on the ground at all, and even the sand she just sprinkled couldn't be seen.

He He Jiaqing rubbed his fingers, and the sand slipped from his fingertips grain by grain.

The sand was stolen by him.

He stole the sand on the ground right in front of the two people, and the two people didn't notice.

It wasn't just the sand that was stolen. He He Jiaqing continued to rub his fingers, and drops of ink appeared on his fingertips.

This was the reason why Fu Fu Lianhong's writing brush couldn't throw out ink.

Next were the blood beads, Zhang Zhang Xiuling's blood.

Every drop of blood flowing from her fingertips was stolen by He He Jiaqing, so Zhang Zhang Xiuling couldn't write on the wall.

Zhang Zhang Xiuling was the head of the Baihua Sect. She had experienced many battles, but she was very scared at this moment. The disparity in strength between the two sides made her unable to breathe.

"Sister Zhang Xiuling, come with me to the salon, I am sincerely inviting—"

He He Jiaqing couldn't help but yawn. For him, perhaps the current battle was too boring.

Zhang Zhang Xiuling pulled Fu Fu Lianhong and turned to run. She knew she couldn't run away, but at this moment her actions were entirely out of instinct.

He He Jiaqing chased from behind, his footsteps very slow.

Zhang Zhang Xiuling didn't know He He Jiaqing's purpose. Under extreme fear, she only knew to run wildly with Fu Fu Lianhong.

Whoosh!

A cold wind suddenly arrived, and it started to snow.

Between the falling snowflakes, He He Jiaqing watched the two women slowly drift away in his line of sight.

It's snowing, should I still chase?

It's snowing, it doesn't seem to be a big deal. Why do I suddenly not want to chase?

Is it because I touched Zhang Zhang Xiuling's blood—

He He Jiaqing stopped his footsteps, looked at the bloodstains on his fingertips, and then looked at the snowflakes dancing in the wind.

In this weather, one should be wrapped in a quilt, curled up in bed, drink a bowl of hot soup, and then have a solid sleep.

Thinking of this, He He Jiaqing yawned again.

Zhang Zhang Xiuling wanted to go to the train station, but everywhere along the way were He He Jiaqing's men.

She wanted to take Fu Fu Lianhong back to the outer residence, but the outer residence had already been burned.

They wanted to go to the Red Flower Hall, but the hall had already been occupied by He He Jiaqing's people.

They found an inn and wanted to sleep for a night, but Seeing Datou quickly found the inn and invited Zhang Zhang Xiuling to attend the salon. Zhang Zhang Xiuling was stolen of a lot of physical strength by He He Jiaqing, her body was very weak, and Fu Fu Lianhong was injured by He He Jiaqing's men, her condition was worrying.

The two had nowhere to go and finally fled to the vicinity of Xiaoyao Dock.

Zhang Zhang Xiuling hesitated whether to go in. In her current condition, if she entered Xiaoyao Dock, it would be equivalent to bringing disaster to Li Qi and Ma Wu.

But if she didn't enter Xiaoyao Dock, they wouldn't survive this night.

After thinking about it, Zhang Zhang Xiuling still walked away.

She and Li Qi were friends, very good friends.

Even if she was destined to die tonight, she didn't want to drag her friends into the water.

"Fu Lianhong, I'll send you to the station in a while. When we see He He Jiaqing's people, I'll hold them back. Don't fight, just run."

"Sister, what are you saying? I've followed you for half my life, if we go, we go together!"

"I can't go, they are coming for me!"

"Then I'll die with you."

These are true sisters!

Snow was flying, Zhang Zhang Xiuling hugged Fu Fu Lianhong: "Listen to sister, you must live, you must live—"

Ma Wu held an umbrella and covered the snowflakes for the two: "Two ladies, if you want to live well, come with me to Xiaoyao Dock."

Zhang Zhang Xiuling looked up at Ma Wu.

Ma Wu smiled: "It's not me inviting you, it's Seventh Brother inviting you. Wait for him to come, and then you can chat slowly."

Zhang Zhang Xiuling refused to go. Ma Wu frowned: "Xiaoyao Dock is my and Seventh Brother's territory. There I can still block He He Jiaqing. You two just dragging on the street like this really drags me down."

This was reasonable. Ma Wu persuaded her two more times, and Zhang Zhang Xiuling finally agreed, bringing Fu Fu Lianhong into Xiaoyao Dock.

Ma Wu first settled the two down and called a medical cultivator to treat their injuries. Ma Wu still wanted to ask Zhang Zhang Xiuling about some details, when he suddenly heard the manager Zhang Zhang Shuning report: "Fifth Brother, Young Master He wants to see you."

"Coming so fast!" Ma Wu tidied up his clothes and followed the manager to the small round hall.

He He Jiaqing held a wine glass and greeted Ma Wu: "Ma Junyang, I haven't come to Xiaoyao Dock to drink for a long time." Ma Wu smiled: "You didn't come often before either. I remember you came once when it opened, and once when you were about to go to the Outer Continent to study. Just these two times."

"Just twice? That can't be? Among our peers, we are the closest. Your business, I definitely have to take care of it."

"Are we the closest?" Ma Wu thought carefully, "Then how do you count Lu Lu Xiaolan?"

He He Jiaqing frowned. From his expression, he seemed to care very much about this joke of Ma Wu, but in fact, he cared about the button on his chest.

This button had been ringing, but it was inconvenient for him to answer.

The two chatted and laughed for a long time. He He Jiaqing handed a cigarette to Ma Wu: "Is Zhang Zhang Xiuling at your place?"

"Yes." Ma Wu took the cigarette and lit it.

"I want to invite her to my place for a turn. I held a literary salon, and Shen Shen Rongqing has already arrived. Calling her over, the two great talented women of Puluo Continent will be gathered."

Ma Wu poured a glass of wine for He He Jiaqing: "Two great talented women gathered together, this opportunity is rare!"

He He Jiaqing took the wine glass: "That's what I'm saying. Shen Shen Rongqing has been waiting for a long time. How about you bring Zhang Zhang Xiuling and sit at my place together?"

"This is really a coincidence. I am just about to hold a song meeting. Jiang Jiang Mengting is ready, and Zhang Zhang Xiuling is also ready. If you call Shen Shen Rongqing over again, the song queen and talented woman will all be here."

He He Jiaqing held the wine glass, took a big gulp, and his tone was not so easygoing: "Ma Junyang, you should know about the matter between me and the Baihua Sect, right?"

Ma Wu shook his head: "I have been in New Land lately, I really haven't paid much attention to other things."

"If you say you don't know, I'll tell you now. I want to take Zhang Zhang Xiuling away. No one can stop me today."

"That depends on whether people want to go or not. We are all civilized people. If people don't want to go, you can't kidnap them, right?"

"Civilized people?" He He Jiaqing drank a glass of wine dry, "Since entering this door, I have been very civilized.

I have given enough face. Now I will say a sentence that is not so civilized with sincerity. Can you stop being ungrateful?"

Ma Wu also drank the wine in the cup: "Since you are so sincere, I will also say a sincere word. This is Xiaoyao Dock.

Who the hell do you think you are, daring to come here to act wild?"

The two sat face to face, with smiles on their faces and cold light in their eyes.

Feng Daiku guarded at the door, ready to make a move at any time.

He He Jiaqing put down the wine glass and touched the button on his chest. Before making a move, he wanted to know who was so anxious to contact him.

"He Jiaqing, the batch of goods we sent to the Outer Continent was intercepted by the Guanfang Hall at Santoucha. Just now, the Guanfang Hall came and

said our goods were wrong and wanted to seal our venue."

He He Jiaqing raised his hand and interrupted the contact.

He picked up the wine bottle and poured another glass for Ma Wu: "Drank too much wine, spoke too urgently, don't take it to heart."

Ma Wu smiled: "We have been friends for so many years, where would I care about this."

After drinking the cup of wine, He He Jiaqing left Xiaoyao Dock.

Seeing Datou waited outside the door and asked in a low voice: "What about Zhang Zhang Xiuling?"

"Can't take her away," He He Jiaqing sighed, "No way, we were pinched by the neck."

In the dance hall, Ma Wu drank a glass of ice water and calmed down for a long time.

Feng Daiku wiped the sweat for him: "Know fear now?"

Ma Wu shook his head: "You were just outside the door, what do I have to fear."

"I am afraid," Feng Daiku pulled a silk thread from the air, "A large part of the love threads I placed in the room were stolen by He He Jiaqing. This person's cultivation base is afraid to be above mine. If we really fight, I might not necessarily win against him."

"We won't fight. Seventh Brother said he made arrangements. What kind of arrangements, I don't know either." Ma Wu poured another glass of ice water and drank it in one breath.

Li Li Banfeng was on his way to Green Water City, chatting with the Judge's Pen while walking: "You mean, you lent a part of your power to Zhang Zhang Xiuling, and this part of power is not on you?"

"Yeah!"

Li Li Banfeng fell into deep thought, holding the Judge's Pen and turning around several times. The Judge's Pen was unhappy: "Don't turn, dizzy!"

"But I really can't understand, your power is not on you, where else can it be?"

"In the sky." After saying these two words, the Judge's Pen didn't want to answer Li Li Banfeng's questions anymore, burrowed into Li Li Banfeng's sleeve, and went to sleep.

PS: To be honest, our Pen's appearance is also very soul-stirring! ===== CHAPTER 605 =====