Chapter 17: This seat, can everyone be bullied? ?

Chen Xinglie walked to the study.
Li Qinglian followed along with her, as if she was a loyal and dedicated personal maid.
However, the legs under Li Qinglian's skirt trembled faintly, and her heart was even more uneasy. She was afraid that the big demon would get interested tonight and let her warm up the bed.
Chen Xinglie sat down at the desk without even looking at the little maid.
She has such a peaceful figure...
The big demon dismissed it and waved his hand to make the little maid retreat.
Li Qinglian breathed a sigh of relief, and ran away. Just walking to the door, she suddenly remembered that she ate in the yard and ate a pill given by a big demon, and then made a strange and strange Unspeakable dream...
Li Qinglian panicked, and asked timidly: "What kind of pill was the master gave Xiaoqing just now?"
"That's an elixir, an elixir that makes people feel ecstatic."
Chen Xinglie raised his eyes and sighed: "Although the elixir is good, but every seven days, if you don't get the antidote, you will die."
Li Qinglian's eyes froze, and she left desperately.
Chen Xinglie looked at the back of the little maid, and suddenly remembered something.
A year ago, the former Chen Xinglie bought a beautiful maid and maid when he first became an inner disciple, but unfortunately he was snatched away after a few days of raising.
This memory made Chen Xinglie frown.
Even a woman raised by her side can be taken away by others!
What kind of man is this?
The predecessor of this seat, in this Qingyang sect, actually lived so poorly?
What a shame!
Chen Xinglie felt the same, and his anger rose in his heart. He just wanted to find someone to avenge him immediately, but he found that he couldn't remember the specific circumstances of the maid robbed.
Time is too long.
These were all things that happened in the teenage years before ascending to the upper realm. After many years, those memories at the time have become very fuzzy.
Moreover, most of the memories inherited in Chen Xinglie's mind are memory fragments, which are relatively important things.
As for the boyhood, being humiliated by others, and accepting it...
This kind of thing, as far as the original soft egg is concerned, is just like eating and drinking water. He is used to it, and he can't remember the specific details.
How much humiliation has this wastefulness suffered?
With cold eyes, Chen Xinglie came to the desk and sat down, resting his palm on the table, and tapping the table one after another.
咚咚!咚咚...
The finger taps on the desktop, which is very rhythmic, but the sound from the desktop is a bit wrong.
There seems to be a hidden grid under the table.
Secret?
What is hiding?
Wow!
Chen Xinglie opened the drawer and found that there was a small book inside, which seemed to be an account book. He opened it and saw that it read:
September 13th. The inner disciple Feng Hui brought Miss Li Jiasan to the door and asked me to sever contact with Miss Li Jiasan, otherwise he would kill me. Had it not been for Shi Feiyu's arrival, Feng Hui would almost break my leg.
September 27th. The teacher gave out monthly money, a total of twelve taels of silver. As soon as I returned to my residence with the money, Li Si snatched it away.
The eighth day of October. I was promoted to an inner disciple. To celebrate, I bought a beautiful little maid early in the morning, but as soon as night came, my inner disciple Gushen broke into the house and forcibly snatched it away!
October 17th. I was drinking flower wine in the brothel, and I had a dispute with the inner disciple Lan Zetian. This dog thief actually forced me to crawl under his crotch!
The sixth day of November. I used the money I saved for three months to buy a strong wind pill. Zhai Feiang took Fei Zhi and the others and intercepted me halfway and almost hacked me to death. Fortunately, Shi Feiyu came here after hearing the news.
November 16. When I went to practice in the martial arts field, they said that I was so useless and unworthy to practice in the martial arts field. They beat me up and drove me out of the martial arts field.
...
In the ledger, one by one, records the past that the soft egg was bullied.
Chen Xinglie looked down one by one.
The vague memory gradually became clear.
Those unbearable experiences are vivid!
The past repeats itself!
Scene after scene, repeated in Chen Xinglie's mind, as if he had experienced it again in his own life.
Chen Xinglie took the small notebook and read out the names one after another: "Fan Hui, Li Si, Gu Shen, Lan Zetian, Zhai Fei'ang... Qingyang Sect!"
"This seat is in the Qingyang Sect, it seems really... can everyone be bullied?"
"it is good!"
"well!"
Chen Xinglie closed the notebook with a snap.
Take a rest and recharge your energy.
Next...
To kill the enemy, shamelessly.
In the event of the destruction of the Qingyang Sect, we must take chestnuts from the fire and take advantage of the fire!
Finally, a sword out of Qingyun!
Chen Xinglie took out a chrysanthemum arrow talisman and held it in his hand to prevent someone from being attacked while resting, but found that the red dots displayed in the chrysanthemum arrow talisman's aiming interface were somewhat abnormal.
There are four figures with red dots nearby!
The man in the yard is Uncle Chen who is cleaning.
In the kitchen is Zhang Sanniang.
Outside the study, the figure under the eaves must be the little maid Li Qinglian who was driven out of the study.
But on the roof tiles of the study, who is the figure with the red dot?
In the aiming interface, this figure bulges forward and backwards, looking like a woman.
In Chen Xinglie’s memory, the female disciples of the Qingyang Sect were rare, and they all lived in the main hall in Qingyun Mountain. They were pampered and elevated on weekdays. It shouldn’t be the incubation period of an inner disciple’s roof in the middle of the night.
Who is this person?
Chen Xinglie quietly got up, stepped out of the study, his figure flickered, and flew up to the roof, only to see a thin figure sitting cross-legged under the shadow of the tree, unable to see his appearance.
The silhouette of this man is very familiar.
However, Chen Xinglie was too lazy to think about who this person was, and directly drew out the big sword, pointed it at this person, and asked coldly: "Who!?"
"Senior Brother Xinglie, it's me."
The man smiled and walked out of the shadow of the tree.
Shi Feiyu!
Chen Xinglie frowned slightly.
The bright moon is like a plate, and it is radiant and radiant, sprinkling on Shi Feiyu's body, illuminating this person's skin like snow, red lips, white teeth, straight nose, and his eyes are like a bright autumn water...
Unfortunately, although Shi Feiyu is tall, he wore a rustic coarse cloth robe, with a messy ponytail in his hairstyle.
Even the headbands that tie the hair are faked with straw...
This kind of dress seemed to be a wandering young man who was extremely desolate, abruptly lowering his appearance by dozens of grades.
But even with this dress, Shi Feiyu is still the second-most beautiful man in Qingyun City.
The number one is of course Chen Xinglie.
"Didn't Junior Brother Feiyu get into trouble? Why is it on my roof?"
Chen Xinglie looked at the second handsome guy in Qingyun City, and secretly found it interesting:
If you didn't use the aiming interface of the Chrysanthemum Arrow Talisman, you wouldn't be able to see it from the surface. The wandering young man in front of him was a girl who was protruding and curving.
Shi Feiyu is not very old, but this appearance seems to...have some signs of being overwhelmed.
Almost deceived!
Fortunately, this seat has a system!
Can inspect the goods!