Thousand Blades of Death

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Lu Xiaofeng was silent for a moment before coldly saying: "I only hope that person is me."

Ma Yuan only said: "You should go to sleep." After he said this, Lu Xiaofeng, who had no sleep at all, slowly closed his eyes, and Mei Mei slept a bit, which also made him miss a lot of suffering in the original. The plot of the.

At dawn, the carriage stopped at the door of a tofu shop in a small village, and the morning breeze was filled with the aroma of hot soy milk.

Lu Xiaofeng was still sleeping in the car, Ma Yuan got out of the car, and wanted to see the honest monk. By the way, give Lu Xiaofeng some breakfast.

The tofu shop also lit a faint light.

A man is squatting in the corner, holding a bowl of hot soy milk, and drinking with "snoring". The lamp shone on his head, and his head was glowing. This man is a monk. The monk was also very big-eared and very blessed, but he was wearing dirty and torn clothes, and a pair of straw shoes on his feet had almost rotted.

Ma Yuan looked at him and blinked in an interesting way. "Aren't you the unreliable monk in Lu Xiaofeng's mouth."

The honest monk raised his head in amazement, his hands folded, and he shrunk his neck for the name of Lu Xiaofeng, "What is not honest, I am a honest monk, Amitabha!"

"Honestly?" Ma Yuan raised an eyebrow and smiled strangely: "Honest monk has a woman's taste?"

The honest monk was startled, crying, and said, "Yang is really the king of Yan, the nose is too spiritual, and the honest monk, the honest monk has only done that once in his life. Commit the crime."

"Wait." Ma Yuan lightly embraced the honest monk with a scabbard and looked at him with some amusement. "A monk broke the ring for a woman. I'm really curious what kind of beautiful beauty this Ouyang Qing is. Not as good as the monk described it to me."

The honest monk smiled bitterly: "How to say, how to say, the honest monk has done the wrong thing is already a big sin. It is even more forgiving to think again in my heart. Please ask the donor to let me go."

"No worries, I know you have something else to tell me." The store had already delivered soy milk and fritters to Ma Yuan at this time, and he sat down leisurely and ate it.

The honest monk's eyes rolled around twice, and suddenly said: "Is Lu Xiaofeng following you?"

Ma Yuan looked at him with a smile instead of a smile.

The honest monk understood his expression when he looked at it, and then quietly leaned over and sat next to Ma Yuan, whispering sneakily: "Although Ouyang Qing is a rare beauty, but I can describe you another great beauty ."

"Great beauty?" Ma Yuan stuffed the dough sticks in twos and threes, "Gongsun surname?"

"How does the donor know?" The honest monk's eyes widened. He looked at Ma Yuan's indifferent gaze, but soon after many years of letting the rivers and lakes calm him down, he said: "The honest monk only knows a few women. ..."

If it is Lu Xiaofeng here, I am afraid there will be no way to take the honest monk.

But Ma Yuan finished drinking soy milk for one night, and asked the store for a copy, and then threw the scabbard into the hands of the honest monk, lazily said: "Before the sunset today, if she does not appear, she will never be there again. It’s necessary to meet again, I still see a lot of beauties. Of course, I won’t go to the prison of six doors to meet a beauties that will soon wither.”

After he finished speaking, he turned straight back and walked toward the carriage with Lu Xiaofeng's soy milk fritters.

Behind the honest monk opened his mouth, holding Ma Yuan's knife, he was really unimaginable, what kind of swordsman would be so easy to release the sword from his waist to others.

The honest monk suddenly touched his chest. He held the fierce volley of the knife and turned it over, because he found that under his intact clothes, his small heart thumped like he was stabbed by a knife. The pain is unbearable.

Back in the car, Ma Yuan didn't reach out to wake up Lu Xiaofeng. The chick smelled, turned and sat back, holding the soy milk fritters, a very satisfied long sigh: "I ate this long ago Home, I didn’t expect to have another chance to eat again today, Ma Yuan you are really amazing."

Why do things happen by chance?

Ma Yuan silently looked at the poorly-studied Lu Xiaofeng and shrugged. "I've already made an appointment with the grandmother Gongsun before dark. Do you have any place to play during this time? Let's go shopping? "

Lu Xiaofeng took a sip of soy milk and stunned: "When did you contact?"

Ma Yuanwei smiled: "Just now, with a less honest monk."

Originally, Lu Xiaofeng and Ma Yuan had discussed where to go before the dark to spend time. Lu Xiaofeng planned to take Ma Yuan to see the ancient Qinglou, to see the little beauty of Ouyang Qing, but Jin Jiuling's people came again.

Lu Xiaofeng had no reason to refuse Jin Jiuling, and the two had to change their goals.

This person took them to the downtown area-Jin Jiuling's other man, Meng Wei, was waiting for them in the teahouse on the street corner. Their goal was a small house at the bottom of the alley in the back alley.

"The guy who came to rent a house is also a very handsome young boy who prepaid one year's rent."

"Have you heard anything inside?"

"No, it is said that no one has ever lived in that house."

Jin Jiuling said to Ma Yuan and Lu Xiaofeng: "I doubt that this is the stronghold of Gongsun Auntie, there must be her people here."

Ma Yuan ripped off the corner of his mouth and said nothing.

Lu Xiaofeng also saw at a glance that the guy in the tea house, a hawker across the alley selling fruit, a fortune-teller on the roadside, and seven or eight tea guests were all dressed up by them. After staying in the public gate for a long time, every move seems to be different from ordinary people, especially the look and expression on his face, but it can't hide the eyesight.

These people are all Jin Jiuling, and the power of the six doors can't be underestimated. Seeing these, Ma Yuan is not difficult to understand that there are always so many people who are crazy for power.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Jin Jiuling up and down with cold eyes, and the death of the Snake King made his perspective on the problem change slightly.

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