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Brothers said respectful words, which made Huo Qiu very awkward.

"Hey, I'm afraid you won't agree."

Qi Si replied embarrassingly that Huo Qiu was willing to help, which made him very excited.

The academy ignores political affairs, this is the rule set by the master.

Qi Si was afraid that if Huo Qiu didn't care, he might not be able to take care of the second elder brother Chao's meeting with great practitioners from other countries.

"Okay, don't disgust me with your twisted smile."

"Be careful, I'll beat you up again."

Huo Qiu pressed Qi Si's face tightly, that smiling face with bruised nose and swollen face could scare a child to tears.

Huo Qiu sat in the lobby of the Yulong Gang, took out a jug of good wine from his backpack, and drank it alone.

He has no place to live now, and he doesn't want to go back to the back of the academy, so he can only spend one night in the Fish Dragon Gang.

"Hiss, it wasn't you who beat me up."

Qi Si muttered something in a low voice, complaining that Huo Qiu's attack was so ruthless that he might not be able to get rid of it in a few days.

Huo Qiuquan pretended not to hear, took out a jug of wine, put it on the table casually, and left it for Qi Si to drink.

At night, Ning Que really went to the Red Sleeve Trick and killed a person there.

In the end, it was Chao Xiaoshu who helped him clean up the traces, and Chao Xiaoshu had a new understanding of Ning Que.

That night, Ning Que was recruited by the red sleeves and received very special treatment.

From Ning Que's body, everyone in Jian saw the figure of Ke Haoran, the junior uncle.

Jun Mo and Huo Qiu are students of the academy and Ke Haoran's nephew.

Because of this relationship, everyone in Jane is very special to them, and most of them are urging them to practice.

But Ning Que was different. Everyone at Jane treated him very well the first time they met him.

Perhaps, she entrusted Ning Que with her yearning for her junior uncle.

This night, Huo Qiu slept soundly, the normally noisy Fish and Dragon Gang was exceptionally quiet today.

Mountains and rain are about to come and the wind is full of buildings, trees want to be quiet but the wind does not stop, people want to be peaceful but their hearts are restless.

None of the brothers from the Yulong Gang stayed in the base camp, even Qi Si went out together.

Why does Huo Qiu feel like he has been tricked again? He is helping to guard the Yulong Gang!

Forget it, they are all my brothers, just be harder next time.

Wait for Brother Chao Xiaoshu, there are many tasks to do tonight.

At the same time, several gangsters from Xicheng and Nancheng also stayed up all night, discussing their plan to occupy Chang'an City.

The next day, when Huo Qiu got up, the sun was already high in the sky.

This moonless night is indeed a bit less fun,

Huo Qiu practiced at night all year round, and rarely slept, and his whole temperament was a little more lazy.

When Huo Qiu walked to the hall of the Yulong Gang, only a small number of Yulong Gang brothers were still stationed here.

Qi Si's brothers were not there, and Huo Qiu didn't have any interest in staying, so he went out for a stroll.

Over the past few years, Chang'an City has undergone great changes, and many novelty things have been added.

The short half-day was spent quickly in the game, and the sky gradually darkened.

Huo Qiu stepped into Lane 47 again, the street was still the same, only Ning Que's old pen studio was open.

At this moment, there is only a little black maid in front of the old pen studio, and Ning Que has already left.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, Huo Qiu seemed to be walking from a painting, and his white shoes walked on the water-logged street without leaving any ripples.

Chapter 11

Every step Huo Qiu took would leave no trace, like a ghost floating through the air.

He stepped on the ground with each foot, those wind and frost bluestone slabs.

Some great practitioners can indeed walk on the snow without a trace, and walk on the snow without leaving any traces.

Snow is solid, and if it bears a light weight, it will indeed not show traces.

The stagnant water is liquid, and once it is touched with a weak force, it will cause ripples outward.

Huo Qiu stepped on the water without ripples, he looked really powerful.

In reality, Huo Qiu just used a strange fire to evaporate the water on the soles of his shoes.

As soon as he walked away from there, the stagnant water would flow back instead of spreading out and forming ripples.

The weak colliding force, combined with the rainwater, formed such a strange image.

"Are you a guest that day?"

Sangsang recognized Huo Qiu at a glance, the first customer of the old pen studio, and kindly gave them 50 taels of silver.