Chapter 1697: Appreciation, regardless of camp

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Late night sea night island, seaside beach.
Fifth Qinglan silently looked at the sea under the night sky, letting the sea breeze blow his own bangs.
The silver pen artist seemed to fall asleep, standing like a pen stand behind Fifth Qinglan.
"From an early age, the education I received was family supremacy.
The elders at home instilled a concept over and over again: the rise of the family is bound to be accompanied by a lot of killing and bloodshed.
Mercy to the family is cruel to the side branch!
but......"
Fifth Qinglan looked entangled, not knowing whether he was speaking to the sea or the wind, or to the silver pen painter behind him.
"But when I saw Fifth Qingmu, I realized that my family was not as terrible as the family described.
When I saw the descendants of the clan guards, I couldn't help reflecting on it: Was it true that we betrayed our family?
Who should pay for the tragic encounters of the descendants of these ethnic guards? "
Fifth Qinglan turned to look at the silver pen painter and laughed at himself: "Silver pen teacher, am I very weak?
Knowing that this is Ye Hong's trick to soften my soul, but I willingly entered his scheme. "
The silver pen painter opened his eyes and smiled: "He is not a trick.
Since it can make you willing to take advantage of it, it is a bright and solemn conspiracy.
I have to say that this kid has great spirit and great wisdom.
No wonder they can stand out in this era of shining stars! "
Fifth Qinglan gave a glance at the silver pen painter: "Teacher, how do I feel like you admire this bastard?
I'm the student you taught! "
"Appreciation, regardless of camp." The silver pen painter continued to smile.
Fifth Qinglan bowed his head sadly and muttered: "Teacher, what should I do now?"
"Don't ask me." The silver pen artist has nothing to do with his high-hanging gesture. "Although I am your teacher and guard, now I am no different from an ordinary old man."
"Teacher, you're almost done!" Fifth Qinglan glanced at the silver pen painter again, "Who doesn't know that you were a think tank for a big person!"
The silver pen painter felt uncomfortable for a while with the contemptuous eyes of Fifth Qinglan, and finally could not help but direct the fifth Qinglan.
"When you don't know what to do, remember two words: original intention."
"What's your original intention..."
Fifth Qinglan used his fingers to slowly write these two words on the beach under his feet, but he still couldn't get the answer he wanted.
"Forget it, now it's useless to think so much, let's survive the first!"
Fifth Qinglan kicked the sand in exasperation, and said to the silver pen master: "Teacher, are you hungry? Let's find some food?"
The silver pen painter said nothing, but ran towards the base without looking back.
Fifth Qinglan froze for a few seconds before shouting at the back of the silver pen painter: "You old who is not respected, don't it with me!"
The two returned to the base, but they didn't know where to find food for a while.
At this moment, they smelled the scent of cakes that made their index fingers move.
The two were hungry by Ye Hong for a whole day, and now they smell the sweet taste, as if thunder thundered throughout their stomachs.
Two pairs of hungry green eyes directly locate the source of the fragrance-a room next to the martial arts.
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