C9 Repeat the past 4

"Isn't that so? You are the head disciple, Eldest Brother, how can I, a small fry, offend you? Even if I am innocent, even if I am innocent, Sect Leader would not believe me, right? So, I think it's better for me to just clean up the library obediently. "

If not for the fact that the people present saw with their own eyes that Feng Ling Jue wanted to kill Ruo Feng, they would have truly thought that Feng Ling Jue was innocent and did nothing at all.

Furthermore, Feng Ling Jue's words had completely dragged Shen Qingchen down with it. Not only did he completely remove all of his mistakes, he had also poured all of his dirty water onto Shen Qingchen.

"What's the use of talking nonsense?"

Shen Qingchen was also infuriated by Feng Lingju. His eyes slightly sank as he spoke in a cold voice.

Although Shen Qingchen was a little reserved in his personality, he was rarely angry. In terms of Mount Kunlun, it was likely that only Feng Lingjue could make him angry to this extent.

"That's true."

At this moment, Feng Ling Jue was nodding his head with a smile on his face, as if he was trying to make Shen Qingchen angry on purpose.

Shen Qingchen ruthlessly gouged out Feng Ling with a gaze that seemed as though he couldn't be carved out of rotten wood, and then left with a flick of his sleeve. Feng Ling Jue saw it clearly.

Hearing the disciples on the mountain say that Shen Qingchen was obsessed with cleanliness, just this kind of clean person caused Feng Lingjue to have the thought of dirtying him.

This thought, Feng Lingjue had never given up.

The library was very big, and it was filled with a number of ancient books that could not be identified as authors. Although the library had disciples who came to clean it, that was two months ago, so the library was filled with dust.

Just as Feng Lingjue pushed open the door to the library, he heard a squeak, and immediately afterwards, dust flew in his direction. Feng Lingjue suddenly ate a mouthful of dust, and he coughed dryly, almost choking on it.

"Cough cough, what kind of crappy place is this?"

Feng Ling Jue waved his hand, and slowly opened his eyes in the dust. He saw that the Compendium Pavilion was completely silent. Aside from books, there were only books. Feng Ling Jue couldn't help but have a headache when he saw books.

He walked over and picked up a book with a tattered cover. He flipped through it and found that the paper inside had turned yellow and the ink was somewhat blurry.

Putting down the book, Feng Lingju sighed and began to sweep the dust with the broom.

After cleaning for an entire afternoon, Feng Lingjue had only swept a single spot. His entire body was covered in dirt and dirt, and because he was too tired, Feng Lingjue directly collapsed on the ground while holding his broom.

As he leaned against the wall and supported himself with a broom, he casually sat on the floor and fell asleep. Most likely, due to the fact that he hadn't slept well for the past few days, Feng Lingju's sleep had been especially heavy.

Squeak...

The sound of steady footsteps gradually came closer. Then, a pair of white boots embroidered with clouds lightly stepped over the afterglow of the sun. The corner of the boots was elegant, and they were clean and flawless.

Shen Qingchen looked down at Feng Ling Jue from above, and slightly frowned. Just as her lips moved, she seemed to have thought of something, her brows knitted as she lowered her head in thought.

He did not expect to see the most fanatical and handsome face he had ever seen in his life. Shen Qingchen, dressed in white, was standing in front of him.

"What is it? to supervise? "

Feng Lingju slightly raised his head, the corner of his lips raised demonically. His face was obviously delicate and pretty, but at this moment, it was devilishly devilish and captivating.

Shen Qingchen did not immediately reply, but looked at Feng Ling Jue for a long time.

Withdrawing his gaze from Feng Ling Jue, Shen Qingchen stood with his hands behind his back, raising his chin high up as he coldly said, "The Book Collection Hall is a place with a high level of Mount Kunlun, you are not allowed to sleep here anymore."

"Fine, fine, fine. But since this is an important place, why did you call me here to clean it?"

Feng Ling Jue said without any anger as he slowly supported his broom and stood up.

Shen Qingchen said calmly, "This library has a total of one hundred and fifty thousand books. There are eight thousand books on the source of Mount Kunlun, the rules and the principles of man. In this half month, you should properly train your own will within these books, in order to eliminate the hostility within you."

Hearing to here, Feng Lingju's legs became unsteady, and he choked on his saliva. "What did you say? You're not going to let me finish reading all those thousands of books, are you? "

Wouldn't he go crazy after reading it?

"This is the best way to deal with you right now."

Shen Qingchen said.

Feng Ling Jue felt pain in his head, "Shen Qingchen, don't go too far."

"I said, call me Senior Brother!"

Shen Qingchen's face turned cold, and immediately became gloomy.

However, where did Feng Lingjue go to lower his head to call a person who was not older than him as senior?

He curled his lips and turned a deaf ear.

"Then clean up the library obediently, I'll come and check every day."

A cold glint flashed past Shen Qingchen's eyes.

Feng Ling Jue spread out his hands, "You don't mind the trouble, but I don't think so."

"Hmph."

Shen Qingchen snorted coldly, and immediately left.

This Shen Qingchen had a gentle appearance in front of everyone, yet he was so brutal that he could die at any moment. Although he was happy to see Shen Qingchen, who was so angry that he would jump up and down, but he always had a face that was as cold as a dead man's, Feng Ling Jue would at least feel unhappy.

He had always been the only one to show disrespect to others. Since when did he become the one to show disrespect to others?

The more Feng Lingjue thought about it, the more depressed he became. He simply turned his depression into energy and began to clean up the Compendium Pavilion.

Feng Ling Jue cleaned for a long time before leaving the Book Collection Vault exhausted.

He fought with his eyes closed, unable to open them. He searched his way back to his room. At this time, Feng Ling was too tired to even think about what to do. He casually took off his dirty clothes and collapsed onto the bed.

The next morning, Feng Lingjue was fast asleep. Suddenly, someone ruthlessly kicked him in the waist, and he fell down from the bed. He rubbed his waist as he cried out for pain.

"Which bastard kicked me!"

Feng Ling Jue was still in a daze, and didn't even think before blurting it out.

"Feng Ling Jue!"

At this time, a stern rebuke suddenly sounded. That tone was so cold that it almost froze Feng Lingjue into ice.

He saw Shen Qingchen, who was wearing a white inner garment, sitting on the bed. His hair was not tied up, and his face was ashen, his eyes were round, his gaze cold like a blade. Half of his mouth was open, as though he wanted to say something, but was unable to, and he just stared angrily at Feng Lingju.

? ? The content is from [Mick Read]