The rain was falling all over the sky, and there was a bit of coolness and humidity in the air, Zhou Laoxian, at a glance, saw Tang Fanxing casually looking back at himself, the two looked at each other, but when they saw the handsome and handsome man, they were slightly stunned, but then they smiled faintly and didn't care.

In an instant, Zhou Laoxian had a belief in his heart that maybe it was unknown, this son may not be as bad as the legend, but when he inadvertently saw those delicate branches and young grasses outside the courtyard helplessly in the raging wind and rain, undergoing endless destruction, he could no longer think about it, and sighed lightly, people.

Yan Fan, his mind was ethereal, and he couldn't figure out what he should be bored now, staring out the window, the heavy rain was falling, and the rare romance was fading little by little.

And in the hall, many voices, one after another, drinking and chatting, noisy, a young man, holding a cloth towel to wipe the blood stains left on the ground, a faint crimson color, stained the boiling copper basin to get water, and the dim red candlelight reflected each other, the young man wiped seriously, squatted on the ground with low eyebrows, and repeated the same action without saying a word.

A few drinkers next to him, drinking a few glasses, his face was crimson, he staggered to the squatting young man, condescending, his big hand was like a fan, holding the wine bottle, he fell to the ground obliquely, turning into a colorless water line, the water droplets splashed, sticking to the young man's clothes, the drinker laughed sly, looked at the thin young man under him, and said sharply, human blood has a spirit, how can you wipe it?

Tang Fanxing looked at the man's arrogance meaningfully, and the young man seemed to be unable to hear it, his line stiffened, and his two hands covered with scars clung to the same rough cloth, trying to wipe the blood mixed with the smell of wine in front of him.

Seeing this, the drinker man felt that a handyman dared not face himself squarely, and he was furious in his heart, kicked the copper basin and flew the sewage to the ground, and the young man's body was suddenly stunned.

His voice was very loud, and the people in the hall were stunned, Tang Fan stood up suddenly, and the corners of his lips sneered, but then his body shook suddenly, his face changed and changed, and he sat down with hatred, and his heart was full of mixed feelings for the word "dead country" for a while, and the corners of his lips couldn't help chewing on the taste.

Everyone was shocked by the voice, especially the four words of the slave of the dead country touched the pain in everyone's hearts, only to see that a sharp female voice screamed, but the footsteps that everyone was about to lift stopped again.

I saw a girl of fourteen, fourteen, or five, with an anxious face, beautifully dressed, and a fresh basin of water, frightened by the scene in front of her, and fell to the ground, with a beautiful blue skirt, and a piece of wetness.