"Shut up!" Ye Fusheng was furious, "Caiyi is not dead!"

"It's been sixteen years, how long do you have to deceive yourself!" The man in white was as cold as a knife. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The wine jug in Ye Fusheng's hand shattered, and drops of blood slid down his fingertips to the ground. Leaning against the corner of the wall, the Breath Sword seemed to feel the stirring in the master's heart, buzzing and trembling in the scabbard, constantly emitting a piercing sound.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xiao Er quickly shrank and hid behind the account desk.

The shopkeeper couldn't care much more, hurriedly stuffed the silver taels on the counter into his arms, and dragged Xiao Er out of the back door.

"Ye Daxia," the silver-gray brocade-robed boy took two steps forward unhurriedly, "In the battle of Shen Dongli, the master of the Lower East Fence Grass Hall, in the battle of Qiuyi Villa, Ye Daxia showed mercy to Xiao Fan's subordinates everywhere, and clearly had doubts about her life experience, Yan Gongzi grew up with Xiao Fan, why didn't Ye Daxia listen to him?"

Ye Fusheng glanced at Lin Yiren coldly, "In Qiuyi Villa, Shen Gongzi's move to fall into the clouds really impressed Ye. ”

Ye Daxia praised it. Lin Yiren was neither humble nor arrogant, "Xiao Fan has been cold and poisonous since she was a child, and her time is short, Yan Gongzi can't bear her to die in her cardamom years, and I hope that Ye Daxia will come to the rescue." ”

"What does that girl's life or death have to do with me?" Ye Fusheng proudly picked up the sword and walked towards the backyard.

Lin Yiren's expression changed slightly, and he stopped in front of Ye Fusheng, "The master of Qiuyi Villa was like a cloud that day, and he was not able to defeat Ye Daxia, today's Yuan'an Inn is just me and Yan Gongzi, could it be that Ye Daxia is actually jealous, so he looks forward and backwards and retreats?"

Ye Fusheng raised his eyebrows angrily, "Do you think that by using the method of agitation, you are qualified to bargain with me?"

"I don't have that intention," Lin Yi said, "It's just a matter of life and death for Ye Daxia, why don't Ye Daxia find a quiet place and let Yan Gongzi finish speaking?"

Lin Yiren was open-minded and sincere, and it was clear that he was letting Ye Fusheng choose the place of discussion at will, obviously not arranging any forces in secret.

Ye Fusheng glanced at Yan Xu coldly, "Ten miles away from the Drunken Pavilion." With that, he flew out and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

Yan Xu and Lin Yiren glanced at each other, and their expressions were a little solemn. Ye Fusheng's breath is restrained, retracting and releasing freely, just looking at this understatement, it has reached the point of reaching the peak and being superb.

"Tonight, there is only forbearance. Lin Yiren sighed, got up, and chased in the direction of Ye Fusheng.

Yan Xu looked at the vast night, his eyes were gloomy, tonight's actions were related to the life of Xiao Fan, and Lin Yiren was warning him not to act rashly because of past grievances.

Zuiran Pavilion, located in the east of Yifan, is hidden between a mountain and lake, because of the beautiful story of a fairy couple, and has become the favorite place for Yifan lovers to go to pour out their hearts and confess their hearts.

When Lin Yiren fell from mid-air, Ye Fusheng was already giving a under the drunken pavilion at the corner of the cornice. The sound of the flute is desolate and lingering, as if depicting a sad picture of blue clouds, yellow leaves, autumn colors, and cold smoke on the waves, which reminds Lin Yi people of the lonely Gu fan blowing under the moon.

Lin Yiren stood quietly under the pavilion with his hands in his hands, without interrupting Ye Fusheng...... According to what Yan Xu said before, Gu Xiaofan's mother, An Caiyi, is still lying in the ice cave of Qianya Valley, and the arrogant and unruly man in front of him, who is also righteous and evil, insists on not admitting the fact that his lover is dead. The bitterness and loneliness in the sound of the flute and the desolation of the wine in the bowels are by no means hypocritical and deliberate disguise, over the years, why did he not know the existence of Gu Xiaofan at all, and what kind of thoughts did he have, so he did not let An Caiyi, who died of incense and jade, enter the soil for peace?

Just thinking about it, a well-dressed figure of snow fell into the air, falling between Lin Yiren and Ye Fusheng, like a freesia blooming coldly in the dark night, elegant and indifferent, stepping on the moon and leaving a fragrance.

"The kung fu is good, and it comes quickly. Ye Fusheng slowly put down the flute, looked at the lake and said, "That girl has been cold and poisonous since she was a child, and time is running out, what do you mean?"

Yan Xu said coldly, "Xiao Fan has always suffered from cold poison, which is related to Aunt An's pregnancy back then, you will never forget that when Aunt An was pregnant with Liujia, she had a strange poison in her body!"

"Zeqi Sang......" Ye Fusheng's expression was gloomy, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Ze Qi Sang, highly poisonous, extremely cold, pregnant women take it and harm the fetus...... Yan Xu continued, "Sixteen years ago, because of your bad intentions, Senior Aunt An returned to Yilanmen alone, looking for the ancestor to relieve the poison of Ze Qi Sang, and vowed never to see you. After Xiao Fan was born, you rushed to Tiandu Peak and threatened to take Aunt An away. My father didn't allow you to see Aunt An, so you went on a killing spree and washed Tiandu Peak in blood, causing the ancestor who was in retreat and cultivation to go mad and die, and Aunt An also died in the bloody battle. After that, you repented and killed Aunt An and placed her in the ice cave of Thousand Cliffs Valley, but you put the heinous blame on my father's head. In order to avoid you, my father took me and the little fan to avoid Lingguan Town, but you followed you like a shadow, and you used the small fan to find my father's place seven years ago!"

"Sixteen years ago...... Ye Fusheng sneered, "This is what Yan Zhiyang told you?"

"You don't deserve to call my father's name!" Yan Xu's eyes were icy and windy, "Xiao Fan was born with a gossamer, it was my father who smeared her whole body with strange medicine juice, and slowly pushed her meridians with internal force, and it took a whole day and a night to save her from the ghost gate." In Lingguan Town, my father personally told you that Xiao Fan is your own flesh and blood with Aunt An, but you regarded my father's words as nonsense, lost your conscience, and killed him. Tiger poison still does not eat children, back then you personally forced the little fan to drift and helpless, and tasted all kinds of loneliness, and now her life is on the verge of death, you are unkind and unkind, and you speak coldly and stand by, which is simply inferior to a tiger wolf. If it weren't for the sake of saving Xiao Fan's life this time, why would I have to come and say a word to you, an enemy who doesn't share the sky!"

"Back then, Yan Zhiyang died well. A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Ye Fusheng's lips.

Yanxu's throat was blocked, his knuckles were white, he was dressed in a brocade robe and rose without wind, and the locust tree next to him was like a hurricane, and the branches and leaves were fluttering in an instant, and the pieces were scattered.

That year, covered in silver, snowy, red plums blooming, Yin Yin was like blood, and my father died under the breath sword of the person in front of him. Today, instead of avenging his father, he has to endure humiliation for the begging yuan order, the gang order, and the alfalfa ruler order to save the enemy's daughter. How could he be willing, how could he press the painful and burning killing aura in his heart? But how innocent was Xiao Fan...... If one day, that sly smile, that mischievous figure, that clear singing, really drift away like a floating cloud in the sky, how should he stitch up his torn bloody wounds, and how should he face the long and desperate years ahead?

Yanxu took a deep breath and slowly released his clenched fist, "Right now, only the Bone Fairy Grass can renew the life of Xiao Fan, as a father, you should always find a way to make a living for her." ”