Thousand Blades of Death

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Lu Xiaofeng was about to step forward. Yan Renying moved faster than Lu Xiaofeng. He had taken the cold body from his horse and placed it in the heart of the street.

There were almost no scars on the corpse, only a little blood on the throat-like the kind of blood that was bitten by a viper. It's just that the blood stains are not left by the poisonous teeth of the snake, but by the blade, a very sharp and terrible sword.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned and said, "This is Zhang Yingfeng?"

Yan Renying gritted his teeth and nodded.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and closed his mouth.

Yan Renying suddenly asked: "You see who died under the sword of him?"

Lu Xiaofeng nodded with a sigh. He could see that perhaps only one person in the world could make such a sharp and terrible sword, even Ye Gucheng. His sword killing will never be so neat. But he did not want to say this person's name.

Yan Renying stared at the sword marks on his brother’s throat, and suddenly sat on the ground, muttering: "Ximen blowing snow...only Ximen blowing snow..."

Lu Xiaofeng was silent. Zhang Yingfeng must have found Ximen Blowing Snow, but unfortunately now he cannot tell where he found Ximen Blowing Snow. It may not be a good thing if he is speechless, otherwise, maybe another person will become a corpse, and another life will fall.

"Another life! Another blood debt!" Yan Renying had tears on his pale face, and suddenly screamed, "Simon blows snow. Since you dare to kill, why don't you dare to come out and meet someone?"

The cry was terrible, and in this terrible cry, twilight had suddenly come to the earth.

Between heaven and earth was immediately filled with an indescribable sense of sadness and killing. The wind and sand rose again. Yan Renying hugged the body of his brother, jumped on the white horse, and ran away. The horse came from the west.

Yan Renying turned on his horse, and then drove the horse towards Xichi. He obviously wanted to chase down Ximen's falling snow from this horse.

Lu Xiaofeng was greeted by the northwest wind of the North China's blade in the autumn, and he watched the man go away. If it was according to his temperament, he might have passed by now, but Ma Yuan said lightly: "Lu Xiaofeng, you have not asked Li Yanbei , Go to the thirteen aunt’s mansion today?"

"But Li Yanbei forgot to tell me where the 13th Aunt's mansion is. Since I couldn't go, I might as well go with Yan Renying, and find out who killed this killer--" Lu Xiaofeng said. There still seems to be a luck.

Ma Yuan dispelled his thought: "It's okay, I know. In the roller blind alley, the mansion of the thirteen aunts, is the last house on the left in the alley."

The alley is an alley, and the roller blind alley is a very quiet alley, where people live in large households, there is no sound in the high walls, the fragrance of pomegranate flowers in the wind, the twilight is deep, and the night is coming.

This day has not passed yet. The door of the last house on the left is closed. The 30 mansions of Li Yanbei are strictly guarded and there are no people at the door.

The three entered the yard together. The yard was very large, with pomegranates and goldfish, and the ceiling had been removed in the summer. The stove has been moved out for cleaning. It won't take long for the fire to start in the house.

The living room in front is brilliantly lit, and the flower hall on the left is also lit, and Li Yanbei is sighing in the flower hall!

On the mahogany table in front of him was a stack of thick books, his sigh was heavy, and his mind was heavy.

But he still heard Lu Xiaofeng's voice. As soon as he entered the courtyard, Lu Xiaofeng's admiration about spring flowers and autumn moon was endless, and it seemed that the whole yard knew that he was coming. Not long after entering the yard, he caused Shi Xiuxue to burst into tears, seeming to hope that the entire yard knew they were here.

Li Yanbei was a very responsive person. When he heard the unusual voice of men and women, he immediately opened the door of the flower hall. He is already outside the door.

"Do you know it is me?" Lu Xiaofeng asked.

Li Yanbei grudgingly smiled: "Anyone but you will make such a big noise?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled too, staring at the stack of account books in front of him, and suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart. In the capital, Li Yanbei has worked hard for more than 20 years, bleeding and sweating.

It is not easy to stand in the capital city where dragons and snakes are mixed, but it is easy to fall down.

Why should he devote his life's hard work to others? Is he worth it?

Lu Xiaofeng has no answer. At least for him, this is not a worthwhile thing. After all, few people in this world would be willing to waste most of their energy for an instant, unless they are real gamblers. But Lu Xiaofeng is not a desperate man. He can't understand these things. What he can do is to respect him, not to fall into the trap.

Lu Xiaofeng stared at the stacks of books on the table and did not speak. Shi Xiuxue silently pulled the sleeves of Ma Yuan, hoping he could come forward and change the awkward status quo at the moment.

At the critical moment, his little Xueer seemed to like to depend on him. Ma Yuan laughed dumbly, grabbing Shi Xiuxue's small hand with his backhand, and gave it a firm grip to give her comfort.

"Since it's already here, it's better to talk about something else. I heard that you specially invited Lu Xiaofeng to accompany you?"

Li Yanbei stunned, didn't seem to want to understand how Ma Yuan knew this, and seemed to be wondering how Ma Yuan, who had never spoken to him, would suddenly speak. But when he saw Lu Xiaofeng's expression, he couldn't help but laugh, and no longer delved into the others, he nodded: "Yes, yes, so we don't think about these things anymore, go drinking first, go drinking first. !"

Li Yanbei turned around, patted Xiaofeng’s shoulder, and smiled: "Now the dishes to be served must have been prepared, and I will come for you to accompany you."

Lu Xiaofeng was puzzled. Looking at Ma Yuan and Li Yanbei, he asked innocently, "Who is the guest?"

Li Yanbei smiled as if mysteriously: "Of course it is someone you will never hate!"

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