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Chapter 15 Han Qianling

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    After coming out of Luo's small courtyard, Yue Qinghui raised his eyebrows and asked, "Shuangyu, what do you think of my two friends?"

    Dong Shuangyu folded his hands in his sleeves, let out a breath as if he was afraid of the cold, and then said slowly: "They are all extraordinary and indistinguishable characters."

    But Yue Qinghui couldn't help but send him a word. He hugged Dong Shuangyu's shoulder with a smile, and kept tapping his shoulder against Dong Shuangyu's back: "Why is it unusual? I know you have a way of knowing people, tell me."  Listen."

    Dong Shuangyu raised his eyes, and sighed as if he couldn't help Yue Qinghui.

    "Let's talk about Mr. Han first. You and I have changed at least a dozen different topics during the chat. Not only can he keep up with all of them, but he also understands them quite well. He is definitely not a layman trying to show his face."

    "I never thought that Han Qianling would have such insights." Yue Qinghui rubbed his chin, and smiled a little surprised, "He used to be by Jiujiang's side, taciturn and rarely spoke. The only thing that caught his attention was  His cultivation base is extraordinarily high, so he turned out to be such a wonderful person."

    "No." Dong Shuangyu shook his head slowly, "I didn't want you to care about this. Qinghui, have you noticed that Mr. Han kept up with all the topics, and everything he said and talked about peeled off the topic layer by layer  In-depth, but all his evaluations are extremely objectiveI have not noticed his own emotions from them at all."

    "No matter how careful and prudent a normal person is, they will unconsciously reveal their likes and dislikes in their opinions. At most, they can only embellish and reverse them, but they will never be like him" Dong Shuangyu paused a bit when he said this  , his eyebrows were frowned, as if he couldn't find a suitable expression, "Mr. Han is in the position of a bystander in everything."

    "He doesn't seem to have an opinion, no emotion, no outrage, no empathy He doesn't seem to have an ego. I have no doubt that he will do things that are unexpected."

    Yue Qinghui was shocked!

    He stood there stiffly, quickly filtering through Han Qianling's words that made him overwhelmed, and finally a drop of cold sweat slowly fell on his forehead.

    "That's why I praised your other friend for being great." Dong Shuangyu couldn't help smiling when she saw Yue Qinghui's state, and raised her hand to wipe away the drop of sweat from Yue Qinghui's forehead.

    "Before that Mr. Luo came back, I felt restless when I got along with Mr. Han. I couldn't figure out what kind of heart he had under his skin. But when Mr. Luo's footsteps sounded, Mr. Han seemed to be alive."

    "He will smile subconsciously, will take the initiative to go out to greet him, and will make some helpless remarks. Before we left, I even saw him and Mr. Luo playing with each other"

    "You often say Mr. Luo is such a knife-like friend. I haven't had the chance to see his knife skills, but I am completely convinced by his skill as a scabbard."

    Yue Qinghui grabbed Dong Shuangyu's hand and met his eyes.  Dong Shuangyu watched as the disbelief in Yue Qinghui's eyes slowly melted away.

    "It's only after you say this that I feel In the past, I only thought that Han Qianling was the shadow of Luo Jiujiang, but Luo Jiujiang was Han Qianling's scabbard."

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    The small courtyard saw off the two unexpected visitors, Han Qianling went to cover the courtyard door with his own hands, while Luo Jiujiang instantly collapsed on the table as if his bones had been taken away.

    Seeing this, Han Qianling turned his head and frowned slightly. He stepped forward and brushed Luo Jiujiang's shoulder as if inadvertently, and heard Luo Jiujiang hiss as expected.

    "Don't touch it." Luo Jiujiang didn't ask his friend how he saw it, "It's been hard there, and the congestion hasn't disappeared yet."

    "He bothered you?"

    "He's afraid that I won't be able to eat too much, so find me something to do." Luo Jiujiang stretched his waist on the table helplessly, "Actually, I've almost finished my studies, and now the other knife books are just to look at the ideas  well, except for that one."

    "Is there still time to think about this?" Han Qianling's subordinates held Luo Jiujiang's shoulders and helped him up: "Let's go and rest for a while."

    Luo Jiujiang responded vaguely, and grabbed Han Qianling's wrist with his backhand, but his finger muscles couldn't lift the strength for a while, and slid loosely from the string of Buddhist beads on Han Qianling's wrist.

    It's really hard to imagine that he was able to chat and laugh with his friends just now, and he was obviously so exhausted that he was sweating so much that salt flowers formed on the clothes he changed.

    Han Qianling's eyes moved slightly.

    Few people would have imagined that the young master of the Luo family, who usually runs around the island like a water ghost after training, is actually exceptionally good at certain things.One by one rolled off the bridge of his nose, he opened his eyes, his eyes were full of madness of struggle.

    As expected, he felt endless, empty, almost insane hunger and hatred.

    Luo Jiujiang once commented on the color of Han Qianling's eyes. It was not pure black, but had a ray of blue in the depths.  However, at this moment, Han Qianling's eyes were bloodshot, and there seemed to be only a gloomy color of blood in his eyes.

    He looked at the pots of plants placed in front of his bed. Wherever his gaze swept, the plants withered and withered. It seemed that some invisible existence drained all their spiritual power, and even the spiritual soil in the flower pots melted.  made a handful of dry yellow sand—

    This change happened only in the blink of an eye, and Han Qianling's eyes showed no emotion at all. His face was more cruel than ever before, and he could no longer see any positive emotions on his face, only hunger could be seen  , endless, long hunger.

    If Han Qianling still had a little sense at this time, he would tell others that this is not hunger, but hatred.

    The strongest form of hatred feels like hunger.

    He wants to devour everything and obliterate everything, whether it is a flower, a pot of soil, or a lake, or a piece of land and he can indeed devour everything.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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