When a person dies, he cannot be resurrected, and this cruel law of nature applies to anyone and everything. When the remnant knife learned of Huang Anyou's death, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"What's going on? Why is your face so sad?" the eighth master looked at the slightly bitter expression of the remnant knife, put down the scroll in his hand, and asked softly.

The remnant knife hesitated for a moment, and then asked cautiously, "Master, I don't know if there is a question to ask?"

"Ask, you've been with me for so many years, don't you still know my temperament?" the eighth master picked up the West Lake Longjing that was placed on the table and said softly.

"What do you think of him?" asked the Remnant Knife.

"Anyou, he is very good, I am very optimistic about him, did something happen to him?" asked the eighth master.

The remnant knife sighed and said, "Bless him...... went. ”

"Bang dang!"

As soon as the words fell, a broken voice suddenly sounded, which made the remnant knife startled. Looking at the teacup on the floor that was broken by himself, the eighth master stared for a long time, and finally sighed: "This person is old, and he can't even hold this small teacup, alas, it's really unforgiving!"

There is a deep loneliness in the words.

The remnant knife was silent, and there was a faint pain in his heart. To be honest, if you get along with someone for a long time, even if you are hard-hearted, it is inevitable that there will be a trace of something special in it, right?

The eighth master was lying on the rattan chair, his old face was slightly tired, and he asked, "Who did it?"

"I heard that it's from the Imperial Heavenly Gate. The remnant replied truthfully.

When I sent you to do that, I vaguely expected today's events, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly. It seems that Chen Yufeng is no longer the fledgling ghost he was at the beginning, but gradually has the potential to become an emperor. The eighth master said self-deprecatingly.

"Do you want your subordinates to bring his head back?" the remnant knife's gaze was fierce, and the murderous aura on his body surged.

The eighth master shook his head and said, "No, he is the only heir of the Chen family, if we kill him, the Chen family will no longer sit idly by, their anger is not something we can bear;

This sentence made the remnant knife fall silent, because he knew that he couldn't!

Although it is cruel, the remnant knife is also self-aware, although he is the seventh master in the world's black list, but he knows that he is nothing, just like the top few masters, that is a world-class monster! I heard that the number one is much stronger than the green dragon!

"Help me prepare, I'm going to pay tribute to An You, after all, he has been with me for a short time, I think when I first met him, it was still in an underground black boxing match. His barbarism of not admitting defeat really touched me deeply!Alas, what a pity!" The eighth master sighed.

"The subordinates understand. The remnant knife answered, and then walked out with a complicated face.

After the remnant knife left, the eighth master stood up and dialed a phone number. As for the content, it is not enough for outsiders either.

……

Drinking Bordeaux red wine, known as the queen of French wine, he looked at the book of "Napoleon's Biography" in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a maddening evil smile.

"It is ironic that this lion who once conquered Europe should have been subjected to Waterloo in that inconspicuous place! Wellington's cunning fellow, if I had been born in that era, I would not hesitate to pop his head when I met him!" said Rakka, crushing the goblet in his hand, with a grim smile on his face.

At this time, Barr walked over, scratched his head and asked, "I don't know what happened to the young master's subordinates?"

"Why are you here now? Are you oversleeping?" said Rakka, dissatisfied.

Barr lowered his head in embarrassment, he had indeed slept late, and if he hadn't run into a few bedbugs last night, he might have been on time.

Jika shook his head helplessly, this person is good at everything, but he is a little wooden and snooze, which can be regarded as a wonder!

"Okay, I won't worry about this anymore, you've been giving me some points lately, and I'll have a move next, and I won't allow anything to go wrong. Rakka's expression was serious, and there was an irrefutable majesty in his tone.

"Subordinates keep in mind, please rest assured. Like a child who had done something wrong, Barr nodded hurriedly, compared to the god-like appearance of last night, it was really shocking!

Rakka stretched, then lay on the couch and looked at Napoleon's biography.

"I'm never going to have a Waterloo in my life!"

……

As a century-old capital, Shanghai has naturally left behind many places of interest, and the Qinglong Pagoda is one of them.

Qinglong Pagoda is the oldest ancient pagoda in Shanghai. In the Tang and Song dynasties, Qinglong Town was the largest foreign trade port in Shanghai, Qinglong Tower was the landmark building in the town, at that time, thousands of fireworks, businessmen gathered, the municipal prosperity was called, there was "Little Hangzhou" said, in 1982 was listed as the city cultural relics protection unit.

Generally speaking, the Qinglong Pagoda is now not allowed to outsiders to enter, but Chen Yufeng easily went in to watch, and stood under the tower to sigh the precipitation of the years and the treasures left by Chinese culture.

"Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much. I'm going to live tomorrow, and everything will come to pass. The past is gone, but why do I still miss it so much, this trace of history, carved a knife in my heart, it's really a fucking pain! Master, senior brother, and little junior sister, are you okay in Shushan?" Chen Yufeng looked at this Qinglong Pagoda full of historical flavor, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart, and felt very nostalgic for the days on Shu Mountain.

"So you're here, it's really easy for me to find. ”

At this time, a crisp female voice sounded in Chen Yufeng's ears, like a yellow bird in the mountains, which was very good. Chen Yufeng looked at the woman in front of him with the appearance of a captivating city, and said with a smile: "Why did you come here?" ”

This woman is none other than Su Qingwu.

Su Qingwu smiled lightly, came to Chen Yufeng's side, and said, "Because there are some things I want to talk to you about, but I didn't expect that I would hear you express your emotions here as soon as I came, which is really interesting." ”

Chen Yufeng was slightly embarrassed and said, "Okay, don't talk about this, what are you looking for me for?"

Talking about his purpose, Su Qingwu's face showed a hint of solemnity.

"Wuwu is missing, probably captured by Dugu Evil Martyr. ”

"Wuxian he was captured by Dugu Evil Martyr?" Chen Yufeng was a little surprised by this news, he knew about Yan Wuxian going to explore the information of Dugu's family, but he didn't expect Yan Wuxian to be arrested.

"It's terrible, but I don't think his life is in danger, at least not yet. Chen Yufeng said slowly.

"Oh, what do you say?" asked Su Qingwu.

"Think about it, what would you do if you were a lonely demon? Finally caught an enemy's accomplice, what you have to do is not to kill him quickly, but to treat him as a bargaining chip. If one day you are in a desperate situation, you can use this bargaining chip to negotiate with him, why not?" Chen Yufeng talked eloquently, making Su Qingwu suddenly realize.

"But even if it's as you say, we can't let him fall into the hands of that devil of Dugu Evil Martyr, God knows what he will do!" Su Qingwu said worriedly.

Chen Yufeng nodded and said, "Indeed, we can't delay the matter of Dugu's evil death any longer. Once I solve the trouble from the Lin family, I will take the initiative to attack the Dugu family, and at that time, the Dugu evil will also pay the price for what he has done!"

Chen Yufeng looked up at the Qinglong Tower, sighed, took out a bottle of liquor from his body, then opened the bottle cap, and said, "This is the gift of that night, I'm really sorry!"

Chen Yufeng poured most of the bottle of liquor violently, and then poured the rest on the ground.

"What are you doing here?" asked Su Qingwu, puzzled.

"It's just a tribute to some of the better things of the past. Chen Yufeng smiled, but in this smile, Su Qingwu sensed a trace of inexplicable bitterness.

"You resemble him!"