Tang Jiu Qing Novels & Stories

a shrill voice so high that goose bumps could ooze out rang in the silence. That was Zhu Yeqing, a Presbyter of the Broken Souls Cult who shared his name with that of a venomous snake. Tall and lanky, his face was powdered so thick that one might mistake him for a woman, despite his Adam's apple, and his strange and peculiar looks made it hard to differ him from man or woman. Beside him stood a giant of a man. A tall, dark and well-built brute reaching almost two meters in height; he carried a huge sword and his name, was Jin'gang.

"I don't know what you are talking about, and I don't know what you want to do here. But let me tell you, since he is dead, the dead are the most important. I believe that everyone here knows this truth and doesn't dare to thank you for your grievances in front of you. Now that he is dead, I hope you can let him rest in peace and go all the way." The woman became more and more excited as she spoke. If it were anyone else, they might really believe her. But who was Tang Qi? He was the young master of the Tang Sect. How could such a little trick be hidden from his eyes? Even if the woman tried to hide it, it would be useless for him.

Tang jin said as he extended his hand for her to shake. Qingxi shook his hands stiffly before sitting beside Wen Ruqing. "Did you wait for too long? Why don't we order something, yeah?" Qingxi asked in a coaxing manner as she touched her cheeks affectionately. "Yeah! That would be great!" Wen Ruqing squeaked, making Qingxi chuckle softly at her actions. Tang jin, who was observing their actions and interactions couldn't help but think that he had met this young man before but couldn't pinpoint where exactly.