Zhao Mingming followed the golden thread and looked at the door, but she was also an acquaintance.

Zhang Xueshou and Yin Xing.

"Why did they come here?"

Zhao Mingming thought about this and was also very confused.

Zhang Xuejue was entrusted by King Dingxi Huo Wang and became Tang Zhongsong's master Wendao, and then took Tang Zhongsong to Bogu Tower to practice.

Zhao Mingming also met Zhang Xuejiao several times in Bogu Building.

Although Yin Xing is not very familiar with him, judging from the postures of the two, they are probably husband and wife.

It was unexpected that Zhang Xuezhao and his old lover were able to reunite in Bogu Building.

For a moment, the old love rekindled, but it was out of control.

I remember that in order to make up for the guilt in his heart, he left Yin Xing without saying goodbye. For so many years, he has been following the footsteps of his disciple breaking up his lover.

I hope he can open up his heart and make a comeback after he is lost in revenge.

Now it seems that although he still has the same affection after charging with Yinxing, Zhang Xue also has obsession in his heart.

The apprentice wants to seek revenge, and the master wants to save the apprentice.

After a while, it is difficult to tell who has a deeper obsession.

The lover's eyes could only see the hatred of the fox beasts, which made him turn a blind eye to all other beauty.

Although Zhao Mingming has not yet fought with Duan Lover this time, he has already keenly felt that he was different from the last time he met.

It is difficult for Zhao Mingming to describe this difference in human language.

Just like early summer rice grows to a harvestable appearance in a few days and nights.

It has to be said that hatred is indeed more useful at some point than caring and caring.

The ability of a lover to grow so fast is to be able to do it with such extremely strong hatred in the eyes of the heart.

"Miss Zhao!"

Zhang Xuezhao greeted Zhao Mingming.

"How did you come here?"

Zhao Mingming nodded and asked after returning the gift.

"For my apprentice."

Zhang Xuejue said.

The expression was calm.

Zhao Mingming glanced at the lover, but his expression was not at all turbulent.

Even my eyelids didn't lift up.

In an instant, Zhao Mingming had an illusion, and even thought that the apprentice Zhang Xuejue was Zhang Xiaoli.

After all, both of them have the surname Zhang and are from this family.

Maybe it's because of the relationship.

"Your apprentice is."

Zhao Mingming's heart was wandering, but he also asked.

Zhang Xuejue lowered his head and raised his hand to point out his lover.

Zhao Mingming then realized it.

"Miss Zhao, I'm sorry!"

Zhang Xuezhao said sincerely to Zhao Mingming.

Zhao Mingming was stunned after hearing this, and then understood the meaning of his apology.

This old man probably knew his identity a long time ago, but he just didn't say it out loud.

Since you know your identity, the best way to find the best way to break up a lover is to follow yourself.

I think Zhang Xuezhao and Yin Xing have followed behind when Zhao Mingming left the Bogu Building to walk on the Leyouyuan.

But Zhao Mingming didn't notice it at all.

Thinking of this, Zhao Mingming couldn't help but feel scared and sweating.

Fortunately, this cadet has no malice towards him, otherwise he would not think that she and the sausage of sugar-fried chestnuts would be in danger.

"It's okay!"

Zhao Mingming said with a smile.

Now that things have come to this point, there is no need to impose any cover-up.

If you simply admit it generously, you will appear open-minded and not lose your identity.

Zhang Xuejue bowed his hand as a gift, then turned his head and looked at the lover who died.

"Where did you two old guys come out again? Do you know how much silver my sword is worth?"

Zhang Xiaoyang said angrily.

Anger is sometimes no different from hatred.

Because they will make people lose their original judgment, ignore all logic, and break all rules.

The difference is that anger is temporary.

No matter how strong the anger is, there will always be a moment of extinguishing.

No matter how impatient a person is, he will not lose his temper for twelve hours a day.

But hatred is different.

The moment you won’t be hated, you will never end up killing your enemy.

If you fail to fulfill the important task of revenge, hatred can even be inherited continuously.

Just like the father pays off his debts and the son pays off his debts and the father dies and the son pays off his debts.

One day, one month, one year, and one generation after another, just to fulfill this mission.

Zhang Xiaoyang and Zhao Mingming have no hatred or temper.

After all, Zhao Mingming is the object of his admiration and desirability.

But I am no longer simply angry at breaking up my lover.

There was already a little hatred in this anger!

Anger and hatred can transform each other.

If you are often angry about a person or something, your temper will become hatred after accumulating over time.

The appearance of the lover broke up, disrupted Zhang Xiaoyang's beautiful vision.

Not only did he lose face, but his face was completely exposed to Zhao Mingming's eyes.

Without gentleness and easy-goingness, he is not a humble gentleman at all.

"The little guy is cleaner!"

Yinxing said.

The golden thread held in his hand suddenly tightened, and Zhang Xiaoyang's long sword escaped.

"You still want to grab something?"

Zhang Xiaoyang laughed in anger.

Then he said three good words in a row.

Then he slapped all the evening dishes on the surrounding tables to the ground and broke them.

It looks like a hob meat.

He tried hard to make things worse, but he was just waiting for his old man to come and vent his anger.

Zhang Xuejue could see his thoughts at a glance, so he frowned.

I thought it was just a ignorant playboy.

Unexpectedly, he was so sinister at such a young age.

"He's too noisy. Do I want me to sew his mouth and hands and feet?"

Yin Xing glanced at Zhang Xiaoyang who was still beating and asked Zhang Xuejue.

"good!"

Zhang Xuejue was silent for a moment and spoke.

With such a sound of porcelain breaking, it is difficult to speak.
To be continued...