Thousand Blades of Death

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Most people in the gambler's world don't understand. Although Ma Yuan understood, he did not want to delve deeper.

Li Yanbei slowly picked up the antidote on the table and smiled reluctantly, holding the antidote in his hand as if trembling gently. Lu Xiaofeng's relief was not effective.

Having said that, no one can talk and laugh as usual when facing the fate of going bankrupt. Li Yanbei can do this step, it is already very good. Based on this, Ma Yuan looked at him impressed.

Li Yanbei and Lu Xiaofeng greeted each other a few words, and then discussed to see the 13th Aunt, and both left the restaurant.

Shi Xiuxue also wanted to see how beautiful the beautiful thirteen aunt was, and her fore legs had just struck her, so he was caught back by Ma Yuan.

"Where does my little Xueer want to go?" Ma Yuan asked in a low voice. The deliberately lowered voice revealed a hint of danger.

Shi Xiuxue's face was blushing, she turned around and said "hate", and ran back to the room.

Where else could she go, Ma Yuan made it clear that she would honour the promise just made, and she could not go anywhere. Later, Ma Yuan didn't know where to take her.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't care about the two people's tiredness. He has been surprised that he shouldn't have been on this journey. In short, he is a good friend at the dinner table. In private, the young couple can't control him if he is tired of being tired.

He had already followed Li Yanbei out, striding along the long and straight street.

The sun has risen.

Lu Xiaofeng feels that this is a very beautiful city. The streets are flat and wide, and the houses are neat. Even the storefronts of each store are much more refined than other cities.

He also knows that the most beautiful in this city is neither the streets nor the houses, nor the famous scenic spots that day, but the people here. No matter where you come from, no matter where you are going, as long as you have been, you will never forget this city.

After noon, there was wind. As long as there is wind at the beginning, it will blow up the sky of dust, but no matter how big the dust, it can't hide the beauty of this city.

Lu Xiaofeng had no destination and strolled around for a while until dusk.

Before dusk, the guests of Chunhua Building had not started to take a seat. Lu Xiaofeng found a seat in the room downstairs and asked for the favorite fragrance of the people in Hujing City, waiting for Li Yanbei to send someone to pick him up. .

It's still early, he should have been shopping around again, he has many people looking for. Huamanlou, Ximen blowing snow, honest monk... These people are looking for him, but suddenly he wants to find a place to sit down and think quietly, he also has many things to think about.

Ma Yuan is different from Huamanlou, not with him everywhere. In such a beautiful city, only a little lonely.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed softly.

The two of them didn't go downstairs until dusk, even if they thought with their big toes, they should know what they were doing. In fact, Lu Xiaofeng had many questions in his stomach that he wanted to discuss with Ma Yuan, but he looked up and looked up five times, but he still dispelled the idea.

Pushing himself and others, he is not willing to be disturbed when he is happy. Presumably Ma Yuan is too.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed again and sipped his wine.

The setting sun took photos from outside the door and brought a long figure. The man was photographed on the ground, and Lu Xiaofeng raised his head, and saw a young man who pressed his long sword and glared at him.

The young man was also glaring at him, a long and slender hand still clenched tightly on the hilt.

The sword hilt is tightly wrapped with a layer of silk, so that when the hand is held on the top, it is easier to use force, and it can also absorb the sweat from the palm of the palm due to tension. Only people who really know how to use swords can use this method.

At a glance, Lu Xiaofeng could see that the young man's swordsmanship was not weak, but he did not recognize this person.

As long as he had met someone, he would never forget, but the young man seemed to recognize him, and suddenly came over and walked straight in front of him, the expression on his face was even more terrible than when Du Tongxuan walked to Li Yanbei . Does this young man have any hatred with him?

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't think of it, so he smiled and said, "You..."

The young man suddenly interrupted his words and said sharply: "Are you the Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Your Excellency is..."

The young man sneered and said, "I know you don't know me, but I know you. I want to find you for more than one day."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Find me? What's your job?"

The young man answered this sentence in a most direct way. He used not a language but a sword. Suddenly, his sword was unsheathed, and the cold and sharp blade suddenly reached Lu Xiaofeng's throat.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled. He neither parried nor evaded, but instead smiled.

The young man, Tie Qing, said sharply, "Do you think I dare not kill you?"

His sword was not stabbed, but he did use murderous swordsmanship, quick, sharp and sensitive. Lu Xiaofeng has seen this sword technique. Four months ago, he was in Yan Tieshan’s Pearl Pavilion, and Xiao Shaoying, who died under the Ximen blowing snow sword, used exactly this kind of swordsmanship.

This young man is undoubtedly one of the "Three Heroes and Four Shows" under the solitary head.

"I don't kill you, just because I have something to ask you." His sword edge approached an inch again.

Instead, Lu Xiaofeng asked: "Are you Zhang Yingfeng? Or Yan Renying?"

The young man's face changed, and he could not but admit that Lu Xiaofeng's eyes were sharp: He was about to answer, and suddenly heard a soft voice floating from above his head.

Shi Xiuxue, dressed in white, jumped up and down the stairs up and down with joy: "Brother Yan."

Since she called him Brother Yan, it must be Yan Renying.

Yan Renying was obviously surprised by the appearance of Shi Xiuxue. He was stunned, and the murderousness on Jian Feng suddenly diminished. He asked: "......Sister, why are you here?"

"Me, I--"

"I'm here, of course Xiao Xue'er has to be here." Before she finished, Ma Yuan also came downstairs, grabbed Shi Xiuxue's thin waist, and kissed her forehead. In exchange for Shi Xiuxue's face shyly relying on Ma Yuan's arms, he directly acquiesced in the relationship between the two.

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