At this time, Xiao Hongdao's eyes were deep, and the light radian of his lips was a little pleasant. "I haven't seen such a smart child like you for many years."

He glanced at the teapot and raised his head slightly. "Aren't you afraid I'll poison the tea?"

Li Qiao smacked the tip of her tongue and seemed to be savoring the fragrance of tea, "you won't."

Xiao Hongdao raised her eyebrows and motioned her to continue.

Seeing this, Li Qiao raised her eyes and looked around. "There are four people in the back of the Buddhist hall, and there are no less than ten people in the grass. There may be more in other places. It's unnecessary for you to lay a net and poison it. "

"Li Qiao..." Xiao Hongdao shook his head regretfully. "If you were not Jing Yilan's daughter, we would not be enemies."

Li Qiao looked at the broken teacup on the table and raised her eyelids. "No matter who I am, the ending is the same."

"Is it?" At this time, Xiao Hongdao stood up with the edge of the table and sighed, "you have a good mind, and your mind is flexible enough. I heard that you are still a favorite student of academician Jiang hand."

Li Qiao's eyes passed a delicate streamer, which was fleeting.

She got up and said, "I should be the favorite student of... A lot of people."

"Young people, it's better not to be too conceited." Xiao Hongdao leaned over and said with a smile, "you have sent people to protect the Li family, Duan family and Renhe laboratory in Nanyang. Why don't you know how to protect your teachers? Did Zhong Jiugong, Jiang hande, and... The poor kilns at the border forget or not matter? "

Xiao Hongdao said to Li Qiao, "you said you would obey your father's instruction, but you seem to forget to respect your teacher."

Li Qiao was silent, but her dark eyes were still calm.

Xiao Hongdao stood with a negative hand, and Yu Guang swept the silent Li Qiao, "son, what do you want to say to me?"

Li Qiao moved her lips, and there was a trace of playfulness between her eyes and eyebrows.

She didn't respond, but turned slowly.

Xiao Hongdao narrowed his eyes. At the same time, the figure that shouldn't have appeared here is striking.

"Lao Xiao, have you asked me to take my children?"

A deep voice with a smile came to my ears. In front of the path in the back garden, Shang Zonghai, dressed in a brown Tang suit, walked steadily with his hands on his back.

If we believe in Buddhism, Shang Zonghai with its beads is more convincing.

Two old friends over 50 years old met again in a foreign country. The atmosphere was inexplicable and there was a sense of urgency.

Xiao Hong's road is as motionless as a mountain, and business comes slowly from the sea.

When their eyes met, the air seemed to solidify.

Shang Zonghai went to Li Qiao's side and patted her shoulder placidly, "girl, less Yan is behind, go to find him."

Li Qiao looked at Xiao Hong Road, then slightly hook lips, "it doesn't matter, I accompany you."

Shang Zonghai's eyes showed a trace of appreciation, leaned forward and whispered: "not afraid?"

"Are you not here?" Li Qiao's natural attitude made Shang Zonghai smile and say, "OK, then you'll accompany me."

Li Qiao follows Shang Zonghai back to the round table. Even without careful observation, she can see the change of Xiao Hongdao's momentum.

Shang Zonghai glanced at the broken teacup on the table, picked up the teapot and sniffed.

Xiao Hongdao closed his eyes slowly, shrugged his shoulders back, "old fox, you don't have to put on airs in front of me."

Shang Zonghai threw the teapot on the table, and his eyes were deep. "You've converged a lot."

Xiao Hongdao looked sideways, his lips filled with a cold sneer, "nature can't compare with you. After so many years, you are still as hypocritical as ever."

Shang Zonghai took off the Buddhist beads on his wrist and rubbed them in his palm. The old God was picking his eyebrows. "Lao Xiao, you and I are not speculating. It's better to be frank and speak frankly."

"What's the point of speaking out?" Xiao Hongdao turned back and looked at each other. They were similar in height, and the impact of their aura was silent and strong. "You might as well let the little girl talk about what she wants to do."

If you are a master, you may not need a real weapon.

It's easy to tell between conversations.

Li Qiao has known Shang Zonghai for a long time, and seldom sees such a sharp side of him.

In most cases, the enemy goes deep into the bone, so even the false enemy is troublesome.

Shang Zonghai looks mildly at Li Qiao, and the change of momentum is only in a moment.

He laughed and indulged, "my child has a reason for everything she does."

"But..." Shang Zonghai turns his head, and his voice suddenly changes, "you can't move her, I'm afraid."

Xiao Hongdao strolled back to the table and sat down. He waved down two broken tea cups and covered his eyes with gloom. "It's not the first time I've moved the person you're protecting. There's no point in threatening me. "

At that moment, Yin Zhihong came out from behind the Buddhist hall, holding a tray with a new teapot and three teacups on it.

At this time, Li Qiao looks at Yin Zhihong faintly, the latter perceives her eyes, flickers slightly, and quickly moves away.

Xiao Hongdao picked up the teapot and shook it. "It's better to replace the things that the poison doctor touched. Right, younger martial brother."

Shang Zonghai hooked his lips, walked forward and sat down, leaned against the back of his chair and said, "even if it's not something I've touched, it's not difficult to limp your legs."

In an instant, the cup in Xiao Hongdao's hand cracked again.

This time, it's not deterrence, it's anger.

It is true that Xiao Hongdao's bad legs are closely related to Shang Zonghai.

Shang Zonghai looked at the cracked purple sand cup in his hand and said with a calm smile: "what? Does it remind you of something sad? "

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