According to the rules of the dynasty, each city lord's mansion was probably built in the highest place in the city, and each city lord's mansion also had a very high platform.

In the evening, Lin Fengxuan walked out of the quiet room and came to stand on this high platform, and one stop was two hours.

The view on the high platform is broad, the huge Peng City is in full view, the time of curfew arrives early in the morning, except for the watchmen who carry lanterns and walk from house to house, there is no trace on the criss-crossing stone road.

This city, whose name is taken from the same wind, is like a dead and turned into a grave at night, and Lin Fengxuan himself is the one who was buried alive in the grave.

The cultivation of the peak of the legal domain before the retreat is still the peak of the legal domain after leaving the customs.

Nothing to do.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work?"

The cold wind hunted on the high platform, blowing the corners of his clothes, Lin Fengxuan raised his head, above the sky, the moon was bright, and the stars were also bright.

With a long exhale, the white mist dispersed with the wind, and Lin Fengxuan, who was wearing a brocade robe, suddenly felt a little bored in this city lord's mansion and wanted to go out for a walk.

He didn't fly down directly, but followed the narrow and neat ladder on the high platform, felt the dark, and walked down step by step, along the main road in the mansion until he walked to the door, the guard on duty at night suddenly saw the city lord who had no road for more than half a year, and he was still cautious in his duty, and did not ask anything, but quickly opened the door of the mansion for him.

There was a young man standing under the wide steps outside the door, and when Lin Fengxuan walked out, the young man was holding the handle of the umbrella, staring intently at the shoddy oil-paper umbrella.

I wanted to ask, but I found that although the guard guarding the door outside was standing, he had long since lost his breath, and he was only leaning against the wall behind him, so he did not fall.

At the foot of the stairs, next to the two large stone lions, a pair of armored soldiers also leaned on each side of the half-man-high low wall, which also became corpses.

Lin Fengxuan knew that it was the team in charge of curfew in the city.

He frowned without a trace, and his gaze at the young man quickly cooled, and a trace of murderous intent appeared in his heart.

The boy still stood there, looking down at the red oil-paper umbrella, as if there was nothing left in the world and nothing else.

Lin Fengxuan took a step forward, shrunk into inches, and appeared in front of the young man the moment his steps were implemented.

"Did you kill them?" Lin Fengxuan's voice was cold after his hands were folded.

The young man was still engrossed in staring at the red umbrella in his hand, Lin Fengxuan's words, he didn't seem to hear at all, and Lin Fengxuan's people, he didn't seem to notice at all.

In the inn, Jiang Ning, who was meditating cross-legged on the bed, noticed the fluctuation of the spirit shadow under his feet, opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and showed a look of interest.

An hour before Lin Fengxuan came out of the retreat, the young man was waiting outside the door of the City Lord's Mansion with an umbrella, while Jiang Ning let go of the spirit shadow in the room and waited silently with the young man.

"I'll ask you again one last time, did you kill them?" Lin Fengxuan frowned, the feeling of being ignored made him a little unhappy, originally from

After coming out of the quiet room, his mood was not very high, and he was ignored by this young man repeatedly, and he was even more annoyed in his heart, and he already had a plan to get rid of the other party at the moment.

The surging aura gathered in the palm of his hand, the law domain opened, and countless vitality stars appeared in the air around him, revolving leisurely around Lin Fengxuan's body.

Seeing that the palm was about to fall, the young man who was still standing in place suddenly raised his head, looked at Lin Fengxuan's eyes, and said calmly: "Once upon a time, there was a little squirrel in the forest. ”

When he was on the side, if someone teased him like this, Lin Fengxuan would definitely not care what he was going to say, but slapped him to death.

But today he really felt a little bored, so he put away the Zhenyuan in his hand and pricked up his ears to listen to the young man.

It's never too late to kill after listening.

The young man no longer looked at Lin Fengxuan, and his eyes fell on the red oil-paper umbrella again.

"The little squirrel lives in a hollow in a tree and lives a carefree life by picking pine cones from the forest. ”

"There lived a white swallow in the tree next to it, and every morning she would run out of the tree hole and chirp him to get up. ”

"The squirrel's parents were eaten by wild beasts, and Bai Yan's parents didn't know where they went, in short, they grew up together since childhood. ”

The young man's eyes showed a hint of remembrance, and he said, "Although that white swallow is very noisy and annoying, and always disturbs the squirrels to sleep, they still become good friends. ”

Especially when it rains, Bai Yan always likes to fly over the squirrel and hide under his huge furry tail to avoid the rain, which she says is very warm. ”

"Later, the squirrel and Bai Yan both grew up," the young man's face gradually became a little heavy, and said, "The squirrel still likes to live a carefree life in the forest every day as usual, but Bai Yan feels a little tired, and she wants to go to the human world to play." ”

The squirrel knew that the human world was dangerous, and he didn't want Bai Yan to go there, but Bai Yan felt that the squirrel was too cowardly, and felt that he was just selfishly wanting to keep him by his side. ”

The squirrel and Bai Yan quarreled, and then Bai Yan left the forest in a fit of anger and ran to the human world. ”

"Soon after that, Bai Yan flew back in a hurry, and she excitedly told the squirrel how beautiful and fun the human world is," the young man looked down at the red oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and said with a smile: "She also took back a red umbrella and gave it to the squirrel, saying, 'You have made an umbrella for me for so many years, and I will give you an umbrella too!'"

The squirrel was glad that he had reconciled with Bai Yan, and he thought that when she had had enough of playing outside, she would always be with her as before, and would never go out again. ”

The young man said: "But it didn't take long for Bai Yan to run away to the human world again, leaving only the squirrel alone in the hollow of the tree waiting for her to come back. ”

"Later, Bai Yan came back again," the young man's voice unconsciously became low, "this time, she seemed even happier than the last time, she said that she met a human she liked, it was a scholar, and she said that she would be with her for the rest of her life."

He, coming back this time, was to say goodbye to the squirrel. ”

The squirrel was very sad, he had always liked Bai Yan in his heart, but he had no choice but to force a smile and wish her a happy and happy life in the human world. ”

"If that's just the case, the squirrel feels that although he can't be with Bai Yan, as long as she is happy, then it's fine", saying this, the young man's face suddenly had a trace of anger, and he said coldly: "But Bai Yan, who I thought I would never see again in this life, didn't take long to return to the forest." ”

The young man said coldly, "She was seriously injured and was about to die." ”

Lin Fengxuan's face changed slightly, the corners of his mouth moved, and he muttered: "Bai Yan, Bai Yan, Situ Bai Yan!"

The young man's face showed an undisguised sarcasm, his eyes seemed to be lit with a raging fire, the inferior red oil-paper umbrella was held shoulder to shoulder, and the tip of the umbrella was against Lin Fengxuan's chest, "Hmph, scholar, you are also worthy of calling her name?"

Lin Fengxuan laughed, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he said self-deprecatingly: "Heh, scholar, scholar, every time you slaughter dogs, most of the negative hearts are scholars, she is the one who has taken her eyes, she has taken her eyes!"

(End of chapter)