Lieshan

Chapter 54

Whether it is long or short, half a year is just enough time for Chu Min to forget some troubles, and the little days seem to be as happy as the gods.

Except for some annoying family affairs and cranky thoughts that pop up from time to time that make his mood suddenly depressed, and life is very troublesome because he can't use his right hand...

When Mr. Chu found out that his grandson's right hand had been disabled, he was furious, and he took all his grievances on Qi Huaiyuan who abducted his grandson, and forbade Chu Min to have any further contact with the Qi family.Chu Chu himself didn't want to meet Qi Huaiyuan again because of embarrassment, so he followed his grandfather's wishes and simply stayed in Yuanling all day long, relying on other people's reports to understand the outside world.

Maoxian would go to Beijing from time to time, and stayed in Chenxi most of the time, and occasionally came to Chu's house to see Faxiao and chat for a while, but the other person really disappeared.So far, all the affairs in the north have been presided over by Kong Zhao, and the head of the Qi family disappeared again like a flash in the pan.Chu Min also probably guessed that he might not know which ancient historical site he got into, and went looking for the lost artifact with the group of Jews and devils.

Sometimes Chu Min would subconsciously wonder if it had something to do with the Rothschild family when he saw news about Britain in the news, and occasionally remembered a familiar figure in the dead of night.

"When you know when you are in life, you should be like Feihong stepping on snow mud. Occasionally, toes and claws are left on the mud, which is what Hongfei counts." Chu Chu sighed, shaking his head, and recited some ancient poems.

"Patriarch Chu is very elegant."

The sudden sound made Chu Min almost fall off the chair in fright.

Sally blinked innocently.

"What are you doing here?" Chu Min stood up vigilantly, and subconsciously glanced behind him, but there was no one there.

"Who are you looking for?" Sariel turned her head, her tone exaggerated, "Oh, I came alone, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

"Apu." Hearing the sound, the corpse servant stood up, his gray face was full of unkindness, and he stared at Sariel viciously.

The devil's little goatee curled up comically, and he handed over a letter muttering: "Look, deliver letters. I deliver letters all day long. I can't believe I've become a postman."

Chu Min took the letter suspiciously and opened it... full of Hebrew...

"I don't understand." Chu Min folded the letter calmly, "See off, Apu."

"Okay, okay, there's another message, my God, it's so undignified." Sariel looked contemptuously at this uneducated and rude oriental mortal, cleared his throat solemnly and said, " Dear Lord Satan invites you to hell."

"..."

Chu Min felt that he was a calm and cultivated person, otherwise he must have been thrown out.

"I don't mean anything else, Patriarch Chu, it's just a literal meaning, go down and wander around and send you back exactly."

"Why do you want me to go? I have no deal with you." Chu Min frowned. It stands to reason that Qi Huaiyuan should be assisting these devils in whatever they want. They can only come to help themselves?

"I don't know why, I'm just a messenger." Sariel scratched his cunning mustache.

"That's fine, I won't go."

"Are you afraid of seeing Patriarch Qi?"

Chu Min's figure froze, coughed lowly, and refused to admit it.

Sariye gossiped and shrugged casually: "To be honest, I always thought Patriarch Qi was the one above."

"It was an accident."

"Oh? So you also think you are the one below?"

"That wasn't an accident..." Chu Min immediately turned dark.

"Ha, so it's been coveted for a long time." Sariye suddenly realized.

"Get out!" Chu Min, who had been teased and provoked repeatedly, finally became angry.

Sariye spread the black wings on his back, and took two steps back: "Don't worry, Master Chu, you won't see him."

"Why?" Chu Min was startled, and wanted to ask the devil to ask.

"You'll know when you come, remember to come alone." Sariel smiled secretly and disappeared without a trace.

When it comes to Britain, Chu Min is no stranger at all, and after struggling for a whole night, he came to Birmingham alone without telling Chu Xun.Anyway, if those elusive devils really wanted to do something, it would be useless even if he brought a bodyguard.When he walked out of Birmingham Airport again, Chu Min suddenly felt as if he had returned to his college days, as if he had just returned to school after a summer vacation, instead of joining some hell tour group...

"Hi, Mr. Chu," Asmodeus greeted him enthusiastically, wishing he could hang on Chu Min's body.

Chu Min silently looked at the boy dressed as a punk... □□, and always felt that Sariel, who was wearing a coat and a hat, was more like a devil in a fairy tale.

Just a few steps away from the exit, Chu Min seemed to be frozen and unable to take a step, turned his head and looked at Sariel questioningly.

Standing in front of the bright French windows of the airport is a lonely and tall figure, gazing out the window at the rare sunshine on the island of England.The surrounding area is bustling with hurried travelers, and from time to time passers-by will look up for a moment with a surprised expression, and then bypass this young oriental man who exudes the aura of "don't mess with me".

"Didn't you say that I won't see him??" Chu Min lowered his voice and questioned Sariel.

"My God," Sariel showed exaggerated surprise, "you actually believe what a devil says."

"..." Chu Min wanted to slip away, but the other party had already turned his head away.

A moment of astonishment flashed across Qi Huaiyuan's indifferent eyes.

"Okay, long time no see." Chu Min touched his nose in embarrassment and said.

Qi Huaiyuan examined his evasive gaze for a while, hummed lightly, and then frowned in confusion: "What are you doing here?"

Chu Min froze for a moment, then turned to look at Sariel again.

"Ah, it's getting late, it's time to go." Sariel took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, then walked forward striding forward, shaking his cane.

Qi Huaiyuan lowered his head slightly and looked at Chu Min for a long time, seeing that he didn't dare to move, and finally just whispered: "Follow me and don't run around."

"Hmm..." Although I don't know why Sally Yeh tricked me here, it certainly wouldn't be a good thing. In comparison, it's safer to follow Qi Huaiyuan... right?

Chu Min didn't quite understand why the rich and powerful Rothschild family didn't even send a car, but asked them to take a small British taxi until Sariel and Asmodeus disappeared because of the crowd. Only then did he realize that he and Qi Huaiyuan seemed to be the only ones who needed to squeeze out the rent.

The taxi driver kept glancing at the rearview mirror, wondering if he had encountered some Italian mafia.

God, he is holding a knife, and the poor oriental man beside him looks like he has been hijacked by him, should I call the police?

"There is another traffic jamahead." The driver who was stuck in traffic tried to break the silence, his eyes drifted vaguely to the serious-looking passengers behind him, hoping that they could make trouble.

"Well, let's get out of the car and go on our own." Chu Min moved aside uncomfortably.

"Ummm" the driver who couldn't understand Chinese scratched the sparse hair on his head, but his passenger didn't seem to care whether he understood or not, handed over the money and got off the bus.

"Soweird." The driver shrugged, intending to pass the congested road and go home after work.

Chu Min put his hands in his coat pockets and looked around, as if he was very new to the British street scene, and those who didn't know thought he came from which mountain village.On the other hand, Qi Huaiyuan clasped his hands in front of his chest and held his inseparable Golden Spike Tang Saber, with his back straight and his eyes straight ahead, without any unnecessary movements.

Originally, such a "beautiful and harmonious" atmosphere could be maintained forever, but Chu Min's not-so-good eyesight seemed to see a familiar person.

"Block me!" Hearing this, Qi Huaiyuan looked in surprise at Chu Min who suddenly grabbed his arm and then dodged into the corner of the street, and then a potbellied old British man rushed over.

"Whereishe" the old man raised his head and asked the tall Chinese man with an unfriendly expression. Seeing that he didn't respond, he asked again in broken Chinese, "He Ni is a man, where did he go?"

"Don't get in my way." Qi Huaiyuan looked at him coldly and unfriendly.

The old man was so angry that his face turned red, and it took him a while to recover. He swallowed a bellyful of curse words for the sake of his country's image, and turned away angrily.

Chu Min, who was hiding behind the trash can, poked his head out, making sure that the man had gone far away before running out.

"Who is he?" Qi Huaiyuan asked casually.

"My advisor," Chu Min smiled awkwardly, "I haven't handed in the papers I owe him."

"..."

"Ah, it's not far from my old school. There's a store opened by my friend." Taking advantage of the rare exchange of words, Chu Min tried to ease the atmosphere, "Would you like to have a seat?"

Qi Huaiyuan nodded indifferently, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

It is said to be a store, but it is actually a very small cafe, used to chat with the surrounding students or study by themselves. No matter whether it is Chinese or foreign, such stores are always common around universities.

The owner is a blue-eyed Brit with short flaxen hair, though his hairline and volume seem to be as slightly dangerous as his compatriots.

"Long time no see, Carlos, is this your friend?" The owner Kevin hugged his old friend enthusiastically, but his eyes wandered around the strange man behind, "It's the first time I saw someone drinking with a knife. coffee."

"Ah, yes, friend, friend." Chu Min smiled guiltyly.

"Wait," Kevin suddenly took a few steps back with his arms folded, and circled around Chu Min, "Why do I think you look more gay than before?"

"..." Can you stop being so straightforward in your speech?

"Hey, this is England, what's wrong with admitting it?" Kevin patted him on the shoulder boldly, and leaned into Chu Min's ear mysteriously, "I used to think that you had the potential to come out. "

Qi Huaiyuan glanced at the head that was about to be attached to Chu Chen's face, and couldn't help rubbing his fingers on the handle of the knife.

"I didn't, I wasn't..." He denied it quite without confidence.

"Hmph, back then you were not happy that your old man mentor wanted you to be his son-in-law, such a sexy beauty with long breasts and thighs, tsk, if I am not gay, I will definitely agree." Kevin is still adding fuel.

Chu Chen raised his head and sighed long, not wanting to look into Qi Huaiyuan's eyes.

"But I remember that you seemed to be more interested in beautiful women before, why did you suddenly exude a kind of...queen (feminine homosexual) temperament." Kevin suddenly seemed to think of something terrible The whole face was wrinkled, "Mygodness! Could someone, uh, how do you say it in your Chinese? Overlord forcefully bows?"

Qi Huaiyuan's hand shaking the water glass suddenly stopped, and after a while, he took a sip of water calmly.

"No, no, you're overthinking, I have something to do today, let's talk about it another day." Afraid that he would say something shocking again, Chu Min pulled Qi Huaiyuan and fled in a hurry.

Kevin watched him go away in bewilderment, glanced at the man who was dragged out by the arm, and raised his brows in a sudden realization: "Wow."