Chapter 1697 Appreciation Is Not Divided Into Camps

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Sea night island late at night, seaside beach.

Fifth Qinglan silently looked at the sea under the night sky, letting the sea breeze blow her bangs.

The silver pen painter seemed to be asleep, standing behind Wu Qinglan like a pen.

"I was taught family supremacy since I was a child.

The elders in the family have instilled a concept in me over and over again: the rise of the family must be accompanied by a lot of killing and bloodshed.

The pity for the main family is the cruelty to the side branches!

But......"

Fifth Qinglan looked tangled, not knowing whether she was talking to the sea or the wind, or to the silver pen painter behind her.

"But when I saw the fifth Qingmu, I discovered that this family is not as terrible as the description in the family.

When I saw the descendants of the clan guards, I couldn't help but reflect: We betrayed our family back then, was it really right?

Who should pay for the tragic sufferings of the descendants of these clan guards? "

Fifth Qinglan turned to look at the artist with a silver pen, and laughed at himself: "Teacher Yinpen, am I very cowardly?

I knew that this was Ye Hong's trick to soften my heart, but I willingly entered into his plan. "

The silver pen artist opened his eyes, stroked his beard and smiled: "He's not a trick.

Since it can make you willing to fall into the trap, it is an open and aboveboard conspiracy.

I have to say, this kid has great courage and great wisdom.

No wonder it is able to stand out in this age of shining stars! "

Fifth Qinglan glanced at the silver pen painter: "Teacher, why do I feel that you seem to appreciate this bastard?

I am the student you taught me! "

"Appreciation, there are no camps." The silver pen artist continued to smile.

Fifth Qinglan lowered his head in despair and muttered, "Teacher, what should I do now?"

"Don't ask me." The silver pen painter looked as if he had nothing to do with him. "Although I am your teacher and guard, now I am no different from an ordinary old man."

"Teacher, you're almost done!" Wu Qinglan gave the silver pen painter another glance, "Who didn't know that you used to be a think tank for a big man back then!"

The silver pen painter was uncomfortable for a while at Wu Qinglan's contemptuous gaze, and finally couldn't help but point out Wu Qinglan.

"When you don't know what to do, remember two words: original intention."

"Is the original intention..."

Fifth Qinglan used her fingers to slowly write these two words on the beach under her feet, but she still couldn't get the answer she wanted.

"Forget it, it's useless to think so much now, let's survive from that bastard first!"

The fifth Qinglan kicked the sand angrily and said to the silver pen painter: "Teacher, are you hungry? Let's go find something to eat?"

The silver pen painter didn't say anything, just ran towards the base without looking back.

Fifth Qinglan was stunned for a few seconds before shouting at the back of the silver pen painter: "You disrespectful old bastard, don't grab food from me!"

The two returned to the base, but they didn't know where to find food for a while.

Just then, they smelled a pastry scent that made their index fingers move.

The two had been starved by Ye Hong for a whole day, but now they smelled the sweet taste, as if thunder were pounding in their stomachs.

The two pairs of hungry green eyes directly located the source of the fragrance—a room next to the martial arts field.