Red Building.

Although Changqing was extremely reluctant, he had no choice but to sit in this position.

I really don’t know why Huang Xuan has a special liking for this fake Red Mansion owner. He has failed several times in a row, but he just doesn’t give up.

If one doesn't work, look for it again.

Dead, look for it again.

If you betray me, look for me again.

I really don’t know what Huang Xuan was thinking in his head, nor do I know what plans and intentions he was looking for.

Or, Huang Xuan is just a simple stubborn person.

"Changqing, Su Ran sent you something and asked you to sign for it in person."

Changqing frowned. Su Ran was well-informed. Only when he had been the so-called poster for a long time, his relatives and friends didn't know about it, Su Ran knew about it.

"Okay, let it go."

To be honest, Changqing really doesn’t want to be this fake poster.

I always feel that this is a very dangerous position, and he has seen three of them.

Except for Qing Yi, who was protected by Su Ran, who is still alive now, the other two were all killed.

No matter who was killed, there would be no good ending in the end.

Therefore, he had no choice but to be forced to become the so-called fake poster.

The first order issued was that no one was allowed to call him the poster.

You can call it by its name directly or even give it a nickname, but you can't have the title of the poster.

Changqing always feels that the two words "The Master" have poor Feng Shui and will cause blood disasters.

Looking at the things Su Ran sent, hesitated for a moment, whether to open them.

He and Su Ran had no friendship at all. Strictly speaking, there was still hatred between them.

Last time he also led people to attack Qing Yi and Gao Wen.

But why is Su Ran actually sent something now?

Changqing finally opened Su Ran’s stuff.

"Su Ran, Su Ran, you are really powerful. Give me a list and let me get rid of you."

Changqing was also helpless, this was the insider inside his Red Mansion.

Su Ran did not say that he must get rid of it, but he finally found the inner demon, so should he ignore it?

Although Su Ran is hateful, at least he is not as hateful as those insiders who are sting outside.

"Come."

One person walked in and looked at Changqing, "What are the instructions?"

"Have you seen Su Ran's stuff?"

"No."

This is a special envelope for the Red Mansion. Once it is not me or illegally opened, it will trigger self-destruction, and the things inside will be burned out in an instant.

Changqing nodded, "Then do you know how someone from the Red Chamber would answer the question just now if it were me."

The person's eyes froze, "I don't know."

"Ha, you naturally don't know, because you are not a person from my Red Mansion at all."

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the visitor, and he immediately took action, and the dagger in his hand was glowing with blue light.

But before he could get close to Changqing, a man in black had appeared and cut off his neck.

Changqing couldn't help laughing as he fell to the ground.

"You are ridiculous enough to commit assassination in front of me, Changqing."

The man quickly broke his breath and said nothing. Of course, Changqing didn't need to ask anything.

Waving his hand, more than a dozen dead soldiers appeared and knelt neatly in front of Changqing.

"This is a list, I want them all to disappear in one day, no mistakes should be made."

Silently, the list of people took it away.

Xunfeng stood in front of the window and drank, looking outside and smiling.

"I was too careless before, why didn't I find your dog face?"

He raised his head and drank the wine in his hand, "Come on, I'm in great interest today, let's go hunting."

"Yes, General."

That day, General Xunfeng, who had always been super magical in archery, was drunk, and the guards around him accidentally killed thirteen people, and then fell drunk on a wild boar.

It caused countless laughter and was ridiculed by other generals for a long time.

As for the Thirteen Guards who he killed while drunk, no one remembered them, and no one cared about who they were.

Up and down grocery store.

Many people think that Su Ran must have made a big move, and not only lifted his sword to kill Wu Huan's grandson, but at least they will actively prepare to face the situation in two days.

However, Su Ran was beyond everyone's expectations of quietness. It was too quiet and too much, making people suspicious.

Move a small stool, sit at the door, and eat a big bowl of noodles, with relish.

Su Ran knew that now, at the door of the upper and lower grocery store, there were too many pairs of eyes staring at his every move.

Even if there is salt and pepper in this bowl of noodles, it can be seen clearly.

But Su Ran didn't care.

He opened his shop, ate his noodles, and bask in his sun.

I was eating hot pot and singing in the heated room, and you were shaking and eating cold noodles in the cold wind outside.

I want to see who can hold on.

A beautiful woman came over with a big box and saw Su Ran smile friendly, elegant and beautiful, and her eyes seemed to be able to speak.

"May I ask, is it Mr. Su Ran?"

"yes."

"Hello, I'm entrusted by someone to give you a gift."

"oh?"

Su Ran was surprised. He hadn't received a gift for many years, and he couldn't remember when his birthday was, and he hadn't even eaten a birthday cake for a long time.

Today, the northwest wind has changed direction, and someone has taken the initiative to send gifts to the door.

The beauty put down the box and "retreat."

This woman is just entrusted by someone and doesn’t know anything else. She can send her two hundred yuan and can also serve you with a friendly smile.

When I opened the box, there was an ancient long sword inside, with a jade hilt, which looked very delicate.

But the scabbard was almost rotten, and it was crushed into pieces as soon as it was pinched.

Su Ran pulled out the long sword, held it in his hand, and looked at the sword body that reflected his face like a mirror.

The cold light is pressing against the person, and the sword body is as frost.

"I'll go, this sword looks really good, it can be worth at least four or five hundred yuan."

His nose moved slightly, shook his head, and a burst of disgust, indicating that it was a pity.

"It's good to behave, but the poison on it is not satisfactory. No one wants such a poisonous sword."

There is a note in the box.

The long sword of poisonous fangs is always sharp. Thank you for your kindness as a gift, I hope you will treat it with kindness.

Medicine King Valley, master.

Are you wrong? It’s not my wedding, did you give the wrong gift?

No matter what, I have delivered it anyway, and I am in my hands, so there is no reason to give it to others.

No matter how bad a long sword is, it can still be sold for 15.

Besides, the beauty who gave the gift also left, so I happily accepted it.

One day I meet someone who doesn’t know the goods and sell them for 100 yuan to supplement the household income.

As soon as he closed the sword, another handsome guy came over, holding a box in his hand, smiling slightly, full of sunshine.

"Is it Mr. Su Ran?"

"yes."
To be continued...