I can hear it clearly, when the Red Flower Pavilion rose, it turned out that there were nobles to help me.

Yi Lin Xiao saw it and naturally understood that the so-called noble person was actually a cultivator.

Needless to say, this place is a gas lock bureau that can be completely determined.

As for that Qu Yan, she was actually the daughter of a leader of the Luo'an place of the Red Flower Pavilion.

The Eighty-Year Covenant is the biggest event since the establishment of the Red Flower Pavilion.

Personnel investigation and intelligence collection in the Luo'an area have been done to the extreme.

Like Lin Xiao, an outsider, who suddenly intervened in the peripheral personnel of the Red Flower Pavilion, Tang Tiande and Boss Li's miscellaneous behavior, it was very common for him to be warned by Qu Yan.

And the only thing they got wrong was that Lin Xiao was not an ordinary outsider.

"I see, thank you for the advice!" Lin Xiao completely understood.

In practice, the stronger the stronger.

According to the current Lin Xiao realm, it may not be able to run rampant, but there is absolutely no problem with self-preservation.

If the so-called noble man really came, he would not hesitate to fight him.

And now the possibility of the other party appearing at all is extremely small, and he can come and go without hindrance.

Lin Xiao braved the rain and walked away.

At least for more than a minute, the bigwigs who were still in the rain were in a daze.

Moaning and moaning!

"He ......"

"Is he the nobleman?"

"Isn't that too young?"

Instantaneous effort, in fact, there is no need to imagine.

Lin Xiao had said a sentence before, and he would be the guest of honor of the Red Flower Pavilion.

The crowd just ignored the past.

Endless silence descended into darkness, and if that were the case, the consequences would be terrible.

When the Red Flower Pavilion rose, although most of the elders withered, these bigwigs had also heard of those legends when they were young.

That noble man is omnipotent in heaven and earth, and kills like insects and ants.

In terms of combat power, it is indeed a bit similar to Lin Xiao at the moment.

"The old man hasn't come out yet, the venue layout hasn't been dispersed, are we ......" everyone's hearts met, and in an instant, it was clear what to do next.

……

The rain doesn't stop.

Xiangshan Square, one of the gloomy alleys of the antique street.

A wonton stand shrouded in faint light.

The old man in the apron was busy.

In such a remote place, with such majestic rain, there will definitely be no more diners.

There was not a single diner on several benches.

But the old man with a solemn expression and an occasional smile on his face is majestic, and his facial features converge into one action, which is called confidence.

The sound of heavy chains had converged with the rain, and a flesh-like figure appeared at the left end of the alley.

The smell of earth, ravioli, and unknown blood all converge into an extremely strange smell.

As the sound of heavy chains stopped, the huge figure finally revealed its true face in the light.

Under the raincoat, that face was hideous and terrifying, making people's hearts palpitate.

The man threw the bloody kitchen knife on the table, and at the same time set up a bicycle with 28 kcal.

"What to eat?" the business came to the door, and the old man's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant.

"What's there?"

"Golden flower ravioli, honeysuckle ravioli, beaded flower ravioli. ”

The fat man, who weighed more than 200 hands, did not look up, "I don't want it." ”

"Then what do you want?" the old man's face was full of vigilance.

The voice of response has been heard, "A bowl of saffron." ”

The old man froze, froze his hand in the air to catch the wontons, and forcibly took it back.

Looking back at the fat man up and down, his gaze has changed to extremely sharp, which can penetrate people's hearts, "But safflower is to see blood." ”

"The blood is here. ”

There was a popping sound on the desktop.

The blood-stained ledger was lying quietly, with a dense handwriting on it, but it was still easy to read the contents, a killing log.

"Yes, you deserve this bowl of safflower. The ledger had disappeared from the table, and a steaming bowl of wontons was placed in front of the fat man's eyes.

But there were no ravioli, just a bowl of steaming boiling water with a saffron soaked in it.

At the same time, in addition to the sound of rain and fire, there was a third sound, the sound of kicking and tapping.

The leather shoes trampled through the rain, and a rather tall figure reappeared at the end of the alley on the right.

Bite!

The fireproof lighter had been lit, revealing the figure's knife-and-axe-like face, a middle-aged man with an angular appearance.

He didn't even have an umbrella, let the rain wash over his suit, and finally sat down in front of the wonton stand.

"What to eat?" the old man was still neither humble nor arrogant, this was obviously the process of his business.

"A bowl of safflower. ”

Before he could report the category, the tall man had already spoken, and his lighter, like the fat man, lay quietly on his right hand.

The playful expression showed on his face, the fat man was a fat man with quality, and he didn't open his mouth to ridicule.

"This boss killed more than 100 people in a day and night, what do you have to rely on?" the old man asked quietly, but it was a routine matter, and there was no difference.

Syllable!

Ahem!

A bamboo plaque has been lying on the table, and the handwriting of the bamboo plaque has been blurred by blood, but it can be seen that there are numbers underneath.

"I can only kill one a day. ”

Looking at the bamboo sign lying quietly, a solemn gaze appeared in the eyes of the old man and the fat man at the same time.

"You deserve this bowl of saffron. The bamboo sign had disappeared from the table, and a bowl of steaming boiling water had been discharged on the table.

There is still a red flower soaked in it.

The tall middle-aged man, with a satisfied smile on his face, straightened up and sat upright, without making any moves.

In fact, the cuffs and neckline of his suit have been torn, and it seems that life is very embarrassing.

……

A young man has appeared at the end of the alley.

In the middle of the night, in the deep alleys where few people come, it is strange to suddenly have someone.

In front of a wonton stall, there is an endless stream of customers, which can be described as weird.

And Lin Xiao is now sitting in front of the wonton stall.

As he sat down, the atmosphere changed a little.

The two of them sat upright, one was busy, no one looked at him, but it was as if everyone's attention was on him.

"What do you want to eat. The old man glanced at him, and then began to speak again.

"What's there?"

"Golden flower ravioli, honeysuckle ravioli, beaded flower ravioli. ”

"That sounds pretty good, so bring me a bowl of seafood ravioli." Lin Xiao said lightly.

The old man looked at the bowl of noodles on the desk, and his Adam's apple moved.

This side is used for another purpose, and it is obviously not used to sell for money. （

Syllable!

The table had slammed, and the big fat man had stood up.

While standing up, the raincoat on his body splashed in all directions, and the battle was very large.

"Brother, you seem to have come to the wrong place. ”

The canopy doesn't cover the rain completely, and it drenches on the kitchen knives, and bright red overflows on the tabletop.

The tall middle-aged man didn't look at this side, but it was obvious that he was on the same front as the fat man.

The old man looked at him coldly.

Lin Xiao could only show a wry smile on his face, "How can I sit here?"