The Little Heavenly Master of Xuanxue Was Spoiled By Five Elder Brothers

Chapter 92

   Chitose and Luo Xinyue can feel the look in Shang Anqi's eyes behind them.

  But they don’t care.

   Although Chitose and Luo Xinyue’s personalities are very different, one is childish, the other is calm and sensible, but they do the same when facing people they don't like.

  That is to ignore it.

   Chitose and Luo Xinyue walked out of the school building and rushed to the school's milk tea shop, without putting Shang Anqi in their eyes.

After all, this school is a noble school. The shops in the commercial street are comparable to the outside market. There are all kinds of food and drink, and all kinds of shops. There are even several online celebrity shops on this street, which are more popular than the outside shops. Even higher.

  Luo Xinyue met the owner of one of the beverage shops that had been open for a long time. After she brought Chitose in, the boss came up to greet her enthusiastically.

   "New Moon is over."

  Luo Xinyue sat down in a position holding Chitose's hand, and replied to the fat uncle boss with a smile on his apron, saying: "Yes, boss, give me two extra large portions of ice."

  The boss smiled cheerfully: "Okay."

  The boss glanced at the Chitose beside Luo Xinyue again, and couldn’t help asking, “Is this your friend?”

  Luo Xinyue nodded: "Yes."

  The boss said: "The little girl looks really good."

  Luo Xinyue is only a freshman, but she has grown up in this university since she was a child. Her father is the principal, and she ran around in this school when she was young.

  When she was very young, she appeared in school wearing a princess dress. Big brothers and sisters would come around and buy her snacks.

  A little older, Luo Xinyue went to middle school, and after class, she often came to the milk tea shop here to do homework. Over time, the boss became familiar with her.

  But most of the time, Luo Xinyue is alone. Now that it is rare to see Luo Xinyue bring friends, the boss can't help but look at it a few more times.

  The boss has long regarded Luo Xinyue as his own, and now that Luo Xinyue has brought friends, he naturally wants to give enough face.

  The two servings of soft ice served by the boss are generous, and one serving is more than the two servings of others.

   Chitose saw her eyes straight, and she forgot that she was unhappy when Ling Shen snatched the milk tea just now.

  On the other side, Lu Jiayan and Ling Shen came to Ling Shen’s secret school base.

  Ling Shen put the milk tea snatched from Chitose on the table, sat down, and then said to Lu Jiayan.

   "What you said is true?"

  Lu Jiayan, who was standing by, swept away the irregularities before, and turned into an elite assistant to report the situation to Ling Shen.

   "It is true." Lu Jiayan said: "This time I went to the branch in Africa, and there were unexpected gains."

  Lu Jiayan handed the iPad to Ling Shen. On the interface of the iPad, there was a tattoo on a person's arm.

  Ling Shen glanced at it, and her pretty brows became a word for Sichuan.

  Ling Shen's original eyes were lazy and casual, but after seeing this tattoo, his eyes became frosty and fierce.

  He knows this tattoo when it turns to dust.

Lu Jiayan noticed the change in Ling Shen’s expression, and continued: “I found this in Africa. I heard that this person ran to Africa to avoid chasing the shop, but he was arrested. I have also found out this. The tattoo comes from an international mercenary organization. It takes money to do things. As long as the money is in place, they will take it no matter what it is. It can be said to be a group of desperadoes."

  Desperado?

  Ling Shen half-squinted his eyes, and his eyes fell on the cup of milk tea on the table.

  The last time he saw someone with this tattoo in person was when he was eleven years old.

  In the messy warehouse, there were a few dead bodies lying not far away. Those guys were holding guns in their hands and pointed the guns to his head, threatening fiercely.

   "Cry, you cry, maybe I will spare your life."

  Those who treat murder as a game of scum, before they are ready to get rid of people, they also play a game of making people cry.

  At that time, Ling Shen was autistic and could not respond to many things outside. Faced with the intimidation of these people, the eleven-year-old Ling Shen's eyes were calm as if a pool of stagnant water, no waves at all.

  Ling Shen raised his eyebrows, recovered from the memory, and motioned to Lu Jiayan: "You continue talking."

  Lu Jiayan took the iPad, pulled out a video, and showed it to Ling Shen.

  The video was taken by surveillance, which is a bit blurry, but after zooming in through the screenshot, you can still see the tattoo on the person's arm.

  The person is facing the monitor, so he can't see his face.

  Looking at his figure, he is a man in his twenties.

  Ling Shen glanced, the background color in his eyes was cold and sharp.

Lu Jiayan explained: “This is a scene taken recently in school. This person has a tattoo of that organization. However, I checked other surveillance and did not see this person again. I am not sure if he is still there. In school."

Ling Shen looked at the person in the video with a relaxed pace and a laid-back posture. Although it was vague and there was only one back, he could see that in the last few seconds of the video, he reached out and rushed towards the person on the upper left who was not photographed by the surveillance. Waved hello.

  Ling Shen’s hands were randomly placed on the arm of the chair, and his index finger tapped the arm of the chair rhythmically, as if thinking about something.

  Lu Jiayan is actually not very clear about what Ling Shen experienced back then, but he followed Ling Shen when he was 16 years old.

  The 22-year-old Lu Jiayan was taken to the old residence of Ling’s family by Ling Shen’s grandfather, and Lu Jiayan saw the 16-year-old Ling Shen.

  Ling Shen sat on the sofa and faintly raised his eyes to look at him. The look in his eyes was cold and without a trace of emotion, but Lu Jiayan would always remember that look.

  Lu Jiayan watched him grow from a still young boy to what he is now. Although Ling Shen still does not want to tell him many things, Lu Jiayan knows that some things he does not want to say are the most important.

  For example, over the years, Ling Shen has been asking Lu Jiayan to find a girl with a mole under his left eye.

  For example, in these years, Ling Shen has been running around the world, just to find people with this tattoo.

  The girl with a mole under her left eye and the person with this tattoo have a profound impact on Ling Shen.

  Ling Shen watched the video many times, and Lu Jiayan stayed on the sidelines.

  Finally, Ling Shen finally reached out and closed the video. He threw the iPad aside, and once again fell on the cup of milk tea he snatched from Chitose.

  Although there was no change in his expression, Lu Jiayan could feel that Ling Shen was holding back something now.

  After a while, Ling Shen said: "You prepare, I will start going back to school in two days."

  Lu Jiayan: "Huh?"

  Ling Shen gave a cold snort, his eyes deep, as if thinking about a plan.

  He said: "If you don't enter the tiger's lair, you will get a tiger."

  (End of this chapter)