Liu Bixiao's forehead jumped several times, and she gritted her teeth, "This dead sissy cannon wants to let the old lady work for nothing." ”

"Girl." The little girl knocked on the door timidly, "The door-slamming boy is not leaving the door, do you want him to come in?" ”

"Enter his uncle." She was in a bad mood, "Tell him to prepare 10,000 taels of gold, 100,000 pieces of silk, and 100,000 taels of silver. ”

The little girl shrunk her shoulders.

10,000 taels of gold, 100,000 taels of silver, 100,000 pieces of silk, and the dowry was not so heavy.

This is to make it clear that the poor scholar will retreat.

She agreed, hurriedly went downstairs, and when she conveyed Liu Bixiao's words to the man as they were, the man did not retreat, but thought about it seriously.

"You mean, as long as I have these ready, Miss Catkins will marry me?" His frowning brows furrowed, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, what can be solved with money, it's not a problem." ”

Liu Feiyue wandered around outside the palace.

From this street to that street, I saw whose girl was good-looking and flirting, and later felt that the flirting girl was too unskilled, so she changed to walk cats and dogs.

The city of Gyeongju is bustling.

The streets and alleys are bustling, and there are many wine shops, picking out half-human-high guigues and swaggering, hooking up people to taste it.

He walked to Osmanthus Zhai, the only one in Jingzhou City, which had no other branches, bought some of Jiang Wan's favorite dim sum, and packed them before humming a little song and preparing to go back to the palace.

When I went out, I saw a bunch of people looking around something.

He wanted to join in the fun, but he was afraid that there would be too many people, so he crushed his snacks, so he jumped a little under his feet and jumped onto the roof.

It turned out to be a middle-aged man with a miserable face kneeling on the ground, crying and grabbing the ground, holding a rusty sickle and eager to try, it seems, committing suicide?

The middle-aged man was singing and crying, and he couldn't quite hear what he was saying.

Liu Feiyue felt that the person who committed suicide was the most boring and cowardly, yawned, and caught a glimpse of a pair of dogs and cats fighting in the alley on the side, and suddenly became interested.

When his attention was drawn to the dog-cat fight, the man crouched on the ground like a shrew and cried.

"I don't want to live anymore, it's not fair. I just want to save more money to marry two wives, why lock me up? ”

"Those dignitaries are full of brains and do much more hateful things than me, why does no one care about them, but I have to be locked up?"

"They are all human beings, why should they have endless glory and wealth, but I should be beaten, starved, and poor?"

"It's unreasonable." He cried out to the heavens and the earth, tears in his eyes, "I don't want to live anymore." ”

As he spoke, he slashed himself with the rusty sickle.

"It's ridiculous." Liu Feiyue sneered, what can the broken sickle do? Not to mention suicide, even mowing the grass is difficult. Can't this person be a little professional in acting?

He was bored and wanted to get a closer look at the cats and dogs fighting on top, but heard an exclamation from the crowd.

With the sound of the scythe falling to the ground, a man dressed in white stood in front of him and scolded coldly.

"Because of this little thing, are you too?"

"Heroic ......" The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, "I really can't live anymore, my wife was taken away, and the valuable things in the house were also robbed, I went to report to the official, but I was beaten and driven out." ”

"I don't have a way to live, I don't know what to do but die."

There were bursts of discussion in the crowd, probably because what the man experienced hit their gossip target and matched their psychology, and for a while, they were filled with righteous indignation.

"If you die, your body will be thrown into mass graves, and finally eaten by wild dogs, and you will not die a good death." The man in white sneered,

"No one will care about you, those who are powerful are still powerful, and there is no point in your death."

The middle-aged man raised his eyes stunned, "Then, what should I do?" ”

"I, I just can't live."

"Everyone is born equal, and the prince will have a kind of Xiangning? What we have to do is to be indomitable, they oppress, we will resist, we will take back what belongs to us. ”

The man in white spoke righteously and generously, "Our poverty is just being oppressed by those dignitaries. ”

"The power of one person is small, but when we join forces, we become a powerful force." He stretched out his hand, "Come, change your fate with me." ”

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with tears of excitement.

He stared at the man in white for a long time, as if kneeling down to worship the savior, and bowed several times.

"......" Liu Feiyue was stunned on the roof.

originally thought that the middle-aged man was just going to the street to act to vent his dissatisfaction, but he didn't expect that there would be such a play.

The guy in white is clearly a person who asks these two people to play the savior and the poor man to deceive the people around him who are watching the excitement.

Interesting.

Sure enough, those who like to wear white clothes are not good birds, and their brains are not normal.

He sneered in his heart, and suddenly saw the flowing clouds and moons on the cuffs of the white-clothed neurosis.

This pattern is the same one he saw in the palace last night.

These two people, what kind of thing are you from the Qingdu Sect?

The corners of Liu Feiyue's mouth twitched, this is really a coincidence.

He was worried that he couldn't find anyone, but coincidentally, someone sent him to the door.

Seeing the crying middle-aged man and the white-clothed neurotic leaving after a passionate speech, he also quietly followed.

The two men walked for a long time until they reached the mass grave on the outskirts of the city before stopping.

"Your Excellency has followed us all the way, what are you doing?" The white-clothed nerve fell behind his back and folded his hands, "If you want to join us, then we warmly welcome." If you don't want to join us, then you're welcome. ”

Liu Feiyue walked out with a chuckle, he clapped his hands, "Yes, you can find out my existence, it can be said that you are great." ”

The man in white's face turned blue, "Your Excellency has never hidden any traces, just followed us so openly, isn't it when we are blind?" ”

"......" Liu Feiyue looked surprised, "It turns out that you are not blind." ”

"You." The man in white drew his sword and was very angry, "What the hell do you want to do?" ”

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to ask you about the Qingdu Sect." Liu Feiyue's figure flickered, and the person had already arrived in front of them, "I'm more interested." ”

The man in white and the middle-aged man were shocked.

The figure of this man is like a ghost, so fast that it is impossible to see clearly with the naked eye.

They are definitely not opponents. "No comment." The man in white had a purple face.

"Oh?" Liu Feiyue smiled, "Then, I have a way to make you spit it out." ”

He clicked on his, "I don't have much patience anyway." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the sword of the man in white, leaving a mark on him.

The man in white was so painful that his face was hideous and distorted.

His face was pale and drenched in cold sweat, but he still clenched his teeth.

"It's a tough nut." Liu Feiyue sighed, and after a few consecutive times, he was still silent.

"Men who love to wear white clothes are really abnormal." He gave up the white-clothed neuropathy and turned to the middle-aged man who was already scared to pee.

"Now, what about you?" He threw the sword over, and the sword was impartial, and it landed right at the feet of the middle-aged man, a fraction of a centimeter.

"Are you going to kill me, or are you going to tell me what you know?" He was like a yaksha coming out of hell, step by step, terrifying.

"I, I said." The middle-aged man's body trembled like a sieve.

"I just joined it, and they promised that if you are obedient, you will have endless beauties and glory and wealth, and I listened to my heart, so I joined the ......"

"It's none of my business, I don't know anything but this, hero, spare your life."

He knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, "Hero, spare your life......"

"I remember." The man in white suddenly interjected, "Silver-haired, like Liu Feiyue, like the moon and not the moon, more coquettish than a woman, ruthless, and likes to torture people the most, you, you are ......" The white clothes widened their eyes, "Liu Feiyue of the Cold Moon Sect." ”

"Oh?" Liu Feiyue touched her chin, "Am I already famous to this extent?" ”

"The Cold Moon Sect has always been with us that well water does not interfere with river water, why do you want to?" When the man in white said this, his eyes widened and he looked at his chest incredulously.

On top of it is an ordinary willow leaf.

"I'm sorry, now that I know my identity, I can't keep you." Liu Feiyue sighed, "I originally wanted to have a good time, but forget it, I can't ask anything." ”

He crossed his hands behind his head and walked a long way before he remembered that there was another person.

"Amitabha."

After saying this, he tapped under his feet, and the willow leaves flew, and the originally ordinary willow leaves were like flying knives, murderous in the sky, two people, no one survived.

It's not early. He looked at the sun, thinking that he might be scolded if he didn't return to the palace, so he wandered back to the palace.

Deftly evading the patrolling guards, he returned to the Tianxiang Palace, took off his clothes and threw them in the brazier to burn them, and used the bone shrinking skill to shrink the big man of one meter and eight meters into a delicate girl in her early sixties.

The bones clicked and he sighed silently.

Although the kung fu of bone shrinking is very interesting, it still has some side effects after using it for a long time.

For example, back and forth stretching bone pain, calcium deficiency or something.

He looked at the delicate body in the bronze mirror, naked, and looked seductive.

His face, with this delicate figure, really has no sense of disobedience.

Women's clothing boss, about him, nothing wrong.

"Sister Luo Yan, why don't you wear clothes?" A soft, creeping, childish little milk voice came.

"......" Luo Yan was startled.

He turned his head with difficulty, and saw that the little emperor was blinking and looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Gu ...... Little Emperor? ”

Why is this little milk dog emperor here?

Still in his bed?

"It's me." Gu Yu looked at him intently, "I only learned today that Sister Luo Yan's chest is flat. ”

His gaze went down unscrupulously.

"What do you see? Perverted. Luo Yan hurriedly took his clothes to cover his body.

"I have it too." Gu Yu tilted his head.

"There's your uncle." Luo Yan gritted her teeth, and after tying up her clothes, she began to secretly consider killing the little emperor.

"Gu Yu, come on, tell me, what did you see just now?" He dragged Gu Yu to the bed.

Gu Yu's eyes flashed with cunning, "If you kiss me, I will tell you." ”