Chapter 1100 I Am Yan Tao, but I Am Not Yan Tao 13

The young man's eyes were as sharp as knives, staring at Qingyang's face, his eyes cold and cold, as if he could see through people's hearts.

Qin Zongjun's face turned slightly to the side.

he noticed.

When the boy spoke, he used her.

Qingyang stepped back and covered his heart with his hands, "Sao Nian, don't look at Pindao like that. Pindao will be shy."

"What else can you see?!"

Yan Tao's handsome and attractive face suddenly felt cold.

Died at the age of eight.

Drag her to her.

This person's methods can be called unbelievable and treacherous.

If it's a conspiracy...

Canglan is afraid that he will suffer disaster at any time!

A frightening chill suddenly appeared in Yan Tao's dark eyes. He clasped the corner of the table with his slender fingers and suddenly leaned over. He grabbed Qingyang's collar with his right hand and dragged him over, "I'm asking you. talk!"

The words were as cold and sharp as a knife, like the cold wind in winter, with a chill that penetrated the bones.

"Taotao!"

This was the first time Qin Zong saw Yan Tao losing control of his emotions.

The young man's profile was like a knife, and the evil energy flowing out of his body was uncontrollable.

The force was so strong that it almost lifted Qingyang up completely.

Qin Zong's thin lips pursed into a cold line, and his knuckled fingers pressed on Yan Tao's arm, "Don't get excited yet, listen to Taoist Master Qingyang."

The man looked at the young man who was full of evil energy with his phoenix eyes, and slowly held her hand.

"If you don't believe him, you have to believe me, right?"

"Um?"

Qin Zong's tone was gentle and gentle, soothing the young man, "Don't worry, no matter what, I will let him tell you everything he knows."

"Let go first, okay?"

Yan Tao's peach blossom eyes were still burning with cold anger. She turned her head slightly and bumped into the man's gentle and peaceful eyes.

The man's phoenix eyes were like ink, and his eyes were as calm as the vast ocean.

Yan Tao slowly loosened her grip on Qingyang's collar. She lowered her eyes slightly, slowly calmed down the impulse and fear in her heart, and sat back on the futon again.

"I was so impulsive and offended just now. Please forgive me, Taoist Master."

Qingyang was so strangled by the collar that he almost couldn't breathe. He coughed twice, quietly grabbed the futon and stepped back, pretending to be nonchalant and said with a smile, "I forgive you, I forgive you."

"Now, sir, can you tell me what you know?"

"Well, I've told you everything I know. That much can be seen from the hexagrams," Qingyang was always on guard against this young man who looked peaceful but was actually extremely violent.

Damn I didn’t expect that!

Qin Zong, this kid, actually had such a violent temper.

Hey, it really hurt his old man.

"What did you say?"

Yan Tao raised his eyes, and there was a deep coldness in his peach blossom eyes.

"Oh no, I can see something else! There is something else, just wait!"

Qingyang was so frightened that he would have jumped up from the futon if he hadn't been trying to maintain his posture of being a worldly expert.

While speaking, he did not forget to glare at Qin Zong fiercely.

The people you brought don’t even know how to take good care of them!

Taoist Master Qingyang lowered his eyes again, pinched the knuckle of his index finger with his left thumb, and quickly tapped his fingertips, murmuring calculations in his mouth.

"Forget it, I'll tell it."

"Forget it, I'll tell it."

"Forgetting, calculating, poor Qingyang is calculating again..."

Yan Tao's brows jumped slightly when he saw clearly the words that Qingyang was mumbling.

"...Well, I was born into a very noble family, my parents..." Qingyang muttered, "These parents..."