Chapter 870 Jianghu (68)

These people are quite efficient at what they do.

Someone was immediately sent to invite Ji Qinglin.

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It only takes two sticks of incense.

A familiar red figure caught Fu Yue's eyes.

The swordsman in red came in the moonlight, with dark hair and a long sword, and his eyebrows were free and easy.

Seeing Ji Qinglin, everyone stood up and held their hands towards him.

"Shaoxia Ji is here, please, please quickly!"

"Shaoxia Ji!"

"Shaoxia Ji!"

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Everyone has a flattering look on their face. Also, what sect wouldn’t want to win over such a young and powerful young talent?

The swordsman in red nodded in return.

He lifted up the hem of his clothes, sat down on his seat, opened his lips and asked, "Everyone, if you invite Ji to come here this time, why do you want to discuss it?"

Everyone was talking to Ji Qinglin, and finally the old alliance leader interrupted them and explained the purpose and general process of the operation.

Ji Qinglin finished listening.

He put one hand on the table and tapped slowly with his long fingers. His eyelashes were slightly lowered, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of this matter. The corners of his cherry red lips curved slightly in a sarcastic arc.

"Crunt against Qi Chen?"

The other party nodded: "Yes. Qi Chen is cunning and powerful. After much thought, we all still need Ji Shaoxia's help. This crusade will have a higher chance of success."

The smile on Ji Qinglin's lips was a bit strange, but no one noticed it.

There was silence for a while.

The swordsman in red opened his lips indifferently and said: "If there is any use for Ji, I will do it and go all out."

Seeing Ji Qinglin's deceptive look, Fu Yue, who was staying on the roof, almost laughed out loud.

Although she stopped laughing in time, her breathing was obviously disordered.

Then, unfortunately, Ji Qinglin discovered him.

The handsome swordsman in red raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the roof, slightly frowning his narrow eyebrows.

He held the tea cup on the table with his long fingers.

Throw it in Fu Yue's direction.

"come out."

After hearing Ji Qinglin's words, everyone stood up and drew their swords. They couldn't help but be shocked, and then they became angry. No one of them noticed that someone was eavesdropping.

"Who is it? Come out!"

"He Fang Xiaoxiao, why don't you show up quickly!"

Seeing the teacup smashing towards her face, Fu Yue stepped back, but the power contained in this blow was still considerable. The teacup shattered, and the fragments scratched Fu Yue's face, scratching her face. A tiny streak of blood.

Everyone rushed out with their swords in hand.

Fu Yue's eyes darkened, and she flew away, but unexpectedly, a burst of sword light suddenly flashed from the position behind her, and someone came out of the house with a three-foot green blade in hand.

The figure in red is gorgeous and picturesque.

The sword he held in his hand was pointed directly at Fu Yue's neck.

See the person in front of you clearly.

The figure is slightly slender, and he is wearing a black cloak, with only his fair and delicate chin exposed. He is wearing a snow-white robe, with a sword and a cyan jasper Xiao on his waist.

Ji Qinglin's pupils shrank slightly.

Who this person is... obviously no one knows better than him.

The lover that I miss so much.

The woman who abandoned him like a pair of shoes.

Ji Qinglin looked at Fu Yue without putting down the sword in his hand, "What are you doing here?"

Fu Yue shrugged, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"As you can see."

"Let's get some news."

The swordsman in red moved his lips and repeated Fu Yue's words.

"Prying for information?"