"Oh?" Lang Chenyan's eyes became a little colder.
A young man behind Ju Buzheng immediately added: "Although the losses outside the city are small, it cannot eliminate the cunning intentions of the thieves, and they may not be induced to move forward with us. Moreover, the outside of the city is open, and there is no guarantee that the gunpowder can be used smoothly. Kill them."
Fu Yunge shrugged with the same approval. Compared with outside the city, the old temple has more benefits as a place to catch turtles in a urn. And they have indeed minimized the losses, which is beyond reproach.
Lang Chenyan caught the common meaning among everyone, and the iron-like lines on his face became a little deeper.
"In that case, I will kill them all for you." He thought for a while and then said.
Fu Yunge was even more confused about Lang Chenyan's behavior, but he was also clearer. Lang Chenyan seemed to have been caring about this old temple. No matter which proposal he made, he aimed to prevent the old temple from being affected.
However, Lang Chenyan's current identity is still the Black Rain Swordsman. They didn't want to be exposed here, and if Lang Chenyan used a sword move, it would be difficult for the news to leak out and arouse others' suspicion.
"If Mr. Ximen is so capable, it must be the best." Ju Buzheng stared straight at Lang Chenyan's face, as if he wanted to see something from his expression.
The cool breeze along the street blows by at this moment, making people feel a little cool, invading the skin through the clothes.
From what they said, Fu Yunge still didn't quite believe in Lang Chenyan. But it is true that among the masters of Qiongtian Palace, although there are experts like Chong Daocheng, there are no masters with Xuanhui.
Now Lang Chenyan's identity is Ximen Zangjian. He can neither use sword moves nor show too much strength. And no one can say for sure about the specific situation. If the situation is bad, Weishan Yanglan's method will definitely be more feasible.
Lang Chenyan's hand moved slightly: "What's this..."
Fortunately, Fu Yunge had quick eyes and quick hands. When he saw Lang Chenyan trying to turn into a rusty knife, he hurriedly took a step back and held down his hand.
Lang Chenyan's face looked a little gloomy. After a moment of hesitation, he regained his strength.
Fu Yunge quickly said with an apologetic smile to Ju Buzheng and others: "Originally, Mr. Ximen's swordsmanship was superb, and many characters died under his hands. It's just a pity that Mr. Ximen is injured now and cannot exert his full strength."
The young man behind then laughed: "You are a superb swordsman, but you are powerless against the three-character master. Now that you are injured again, you should have a good rest."
Lang Chenyan was a little dissatisfied with what he said. He pursed his lips and kicked the broken threshold with the tip of his shoe, but still gave up.
Fu Yunge could see that Lang Chenyan's current restraint was all out of love for him, and he thought he couldn't just compromise like this.
Before you know the concerns of your seniors, the best way is to stay on the sidelines.
So he said: "In this situation, there is no reason for Mr. Ximen and I to stand by and watch. When the time comes, please let us take action together. Mr. Ximen will kill as many enemies as possible at the dock."
"Don't you still have important tasks, and your Mr. Ximen is still injured. It would be bad if something goes wrong." Ju Buzheng stretched out his big hand and waved it, "Just leave this matter to us, no need Please take action, please.”
Fu Yunge didn't just want to help, he was thinking about Lang Chenyan behind him.
Now the senior is not willing to reveal his inner feelings, everything has to be weighed. He then smiled and shook his head, his eyes firm: "No, let us participate. It is our common responsibility to kill Jiuche Xiaoying, and no one is an outsider."
Fu Yunge spoke so sincerely that it was difficult for Ju Buzheng to refuse.
After all, this was the point, so he nodded and agreed: "Okay. Let's meet at the pier tomorrow evening."
Time was indeed tight, but it didn't hurt either of them. Zhao Zui Mingbang is still eager for Xinghuo, and they are also unwilling to waste time on the road.
Lang Chenyan knew that Fu Yunge's words were for himself. In this case, he had nothing to say.
Turning his head and taking another look at the statue behind him, he crossed the threshold and walked to Fu Yunge.
"Let's go." He said silently, and then stepped forward.
His interest has been exhausted today, and now he just wants to go back to his room and rest.
Fu Yunge nodded, followed immediately, turned his head and bid farewell to Ju Buzheng and others for the time being.
Ju Buzheng and others waved to them. The young man just now shouted to Lang Chenyan's back: "Sir, take good care of your injuries and don't let your hair fall by the time!"
Lang Chenyan didn't look back after hearing his somewhat sarcastic words.
"...Don't worry. By then, no one will walk into the old temple alive."
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The two of them went all the way back to the inn. Fu Yunge kept paying attention to Lang Chenyan's situation, but he remained silent and had no way of knowing why he did what he did.
When he walked to the room, Fu Yunge was surprised to find a little white thing by the window, which was undoubtedly Dongfang Shiming's white pompom.
Dongfang Shiming sent him a text message, telling him that everything was safe at Jiumeng and Qiongtian Palace, and asked him to pay more attention here.
Fu Yunge put away the letter and stroked the white pompom's head twice, indicating that it was doing a good job. The white pom-pom shook its wings and then flew away out the window.
Turning around, Fu Yunge took a few deep breaths. Since there is nothing over there, I can relax and focus on this side.
After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand and touched the wall. Opposite that was Senior Lang Chenyan's room.
No matter what, time was urgent, so he still had to take the initiative to talk to his senior.
