"Okay, I'll tell you it's!"

"The secret I cannot tell the most is the reason why the Blood Temple and the Zhatian Cult fought this time. I provoked the Zhatian Cult and sold the information from the Blood Temple to the Zhatian Cult, but during the transaction, the people from the Zhatian Cult did not pay me, and even beat me up."

"I told the commander and the big devil that I was beaten by the people from the Zhatian Cult and wanted them to help me get the place back..."

"I didn't expect them to fight like this, and the formation was so exaggerated that even the place where I lived was destroyed."

Speaking of this, Chen Santu rarely showed a regretful look: "If I had known this would have happened, I would not have done so!"

"But that's fine. My waste sister must have died in the ruins."

Chen Santu's previous regret had disappeared without a trace as he said this. This guy not only lost his regret, but also showed a happy expression.

In his eyes, that "waste sister" seemed to be just a waste.

Even with the mentality of using this guy, Chen Qiye felt disgusted at this moment.

Is this guy still a personal... Oh yes, this guy is a demon, not a human.

Chen Qiye sighed slightly, and he glanced at the man, wanting to release spiritual power to sense his breath, but considering that his affairs have not been resolved, let it go.

"I have told you the secret that I cannot tell the least. You should help me now, right?" Chen Santu stared at Chen Qiye, swallowing his saliva constantly, almost writing his expectations on his face.

Chen Qiye nodded. He didn't want to bother with this guy anymore, so let him have a way out for the time being.

As for his identity, whether it was the "brother" mentioned by the girl who was still in a silence when she was dying, I could only wait until the opportunity to investigate his breath before I could know it.

Chen Santu left Chen Qiye's side, and the two girls who had been spying on the side for a long time immediately came up.

"That guy didn't say anything to you, did you?" the girl asked Chen Qiye with concern.

"It's nothing, I just asked me about the information about the Blood Temple." Chen Qiye smiled.

"By the way, my name is Zhao Hongying, what are your names?"

"Hey, your surname is Zhao?" The girl who once handed Chen Qiye's cakes looked at him in surprise: "So coincidental, my surname is Zhao, and my name is Zhao Laiqiu."

She said, introducing her good friend: "This is my friend who I have been playing with since childhood, Yin Ying, just like my sister."

Chen Qiye chuckled and nodded, greeting the two girls.

The girl named Yin Ying maintained a polite manners to Chen Qiye. She looked at Chen Qiye with scrutiny, as if she was judging whether Chen Qiye was qualified to stay with her best friend.

Chen Qiye rolled his eyes in his heart, and did not prepare to pay attention to this person.

At this time, all the refugees had already laid their rest blankets in this wide basement. Even Chen Santu had finished, and his resting place was quite far from Chen Qiye.

It should be said that that guy was far away from everyone. If there were no walls blocking him, Chen Qiye would probably have been able to rest eight hundred miles away from the crowd.

Chen Qiye smiled and said to Zhao Laiqiu: "I thank you very much for your dry food before. I have recovered a lot now."

"I don't know how to repay such a great kindness. What does the girl want?"

Zhao Laiqiu looked at his best friend beside him, and Yin Ying stood up and left with great sensibility, but did not go far away, but stared at Chen Qiye not far away, and his eyes seemed to be warning him not to touch him.

At this moment, Zhao Laiqiu suddenly approached Chen Qiye. In the astonished eyes of Shen Qiye and Yin Ying, Zhao Laiqiu almost touched Shen Qiye.

Uh...what does this guy mean?

At this moment, Chen Qiye was a little confused and subconsciously felt that he was in trouble, but he immediately calmed down.

This is impossible! I have good luck, but it does not include peach blossoms.

This person should have wanted to say something to choose to get so close.

"That..." Zhao Laiqiu said in a low voice.

Chen Qiye breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, she was as close as he imagined, so close to her to speak.

"What's wrong?" Chen Qiye asked in a low voice while keeping his face blank.

"Can you teach me how to practice?" Zhao Laisheng sat next to Shen Qiye with his knees in his arms.

"I know this is too much. I just gave you some dry cakes, but I... still want to practice!"

"If you have that kind of exercise that you can't use, can you teach me?"

"I promise that if I succeed in my cultivation in the future, I will spare no effort to help you!"

Zhao Laiqiu said in a low voice, his tone becoming tense and his voice became dry.

Chen Qiye slowly raised his head and looked at the girl. He looked at her shy expression, and then he slowly made a puzzled voice after a while: "Ha?"

His confusion sound, which contained complex emotions, was shocked Zhao Qiulai to panic. The girl was almost scared to tears by him. Her hands holding her knees even pinched her calves tightly, and her nails felt like they were about to pierce into the flesh.

Chen Qiye couldn't help but feel shocked. Is he so scary?

Isn’t it just because I was very surprised that the sound was a little louder? As for such an exaggeration!

Chen Qiye couldn't help rolling his eyes, and he asked in a low voice: "Can you tell me why you want to practice?"

"Didn't you see the outcome of those practitioners?"

"General Chen is a gentleman of the three-yuan period. Even he has been killed in battle. The cultivator is not the kind of immortal you imagine!"

Chen Qiye said earnestly.

"I...I just..." Zhao Laiqiu blushed and hesitated and couldn't explain why he wanted to practice.
Chapter completed!