Chapter 626: The Deadly Lotus

Chapter 626: The Deadly Lotus

Luo Xiaofeng walked over slowly, slowly bent down, and carefully picked up the piece of paper.

He was carefully studying Daddy Yang's face.

Daddy Yang suddenly laughed: "I have flowers on my face?"

Luo Xiaofeng said in a deep voice: "Yes." ”

The smile on Daddy Yang's face suddenly froze, because he really saw a flower, a dazzling lotus.

The lotus floated in through the window, and then spun rapidly, until the last lotus flower turned into dozens. Dozens of lotus flowers cracked at the same time in an instant, and countless lotus petals floated in the room.

Father Yang only felt that the world was spinning, and as soon as his body became weak, he slowly fell down......

Luo Xiaofeng Mountain generally stands. Lotus petals fell at his feet......

The door slowly opened.

A skinny man in black stood in the doorway.

The man in black was masked, revealing only a pair of tax-friendly yellow eyes, and his eyes were full of evil and viciousness.

Luo Xiaofeng stood in the middle of the room with his hands behind his back, with a leisurely and disdainful expression.

The masked man's eyes flashed, and he stood in the doorway, never daring to take a step forward.

Luo Xiaofeng suddenly laughed: "You are the Demon Lotus?"

The masked man smiled grimly: "Lord Luo is really well-informed, even this nobody, you know!" When he said this, his eyes were full of pride.

Luo Xiaofeng's voice suddenly became very stern: "Your courage is really not small, you dare to come out and show off after killing so many people." ”

The magic lotus smiled sadly: "Everyone has some hobbies, some people are lustful, some people are good gamblers, and some people are good at drinking...... I prefer to kill. ”

Luo Xiaofeng said: "Murderers always kill them, you should understand this truth." ”

The Demon Lotus sighed: "Lust reduces longevity, gambling hurts money, and good wine hurts the body...... But they were pleased......"

Luo Xiaofeng sneered: "You killed people to be happy?"

There was suddenly an indescribable loneliness and exhaustion in the yellow eyes of the Demon Lotus, and he did not speak.

Luo Xiaofeng stared at the eyes of the Demon Lotus, and suddenly said, "A hundred years ago, the craftsman Gu Cripple offered a treasure during the Lantern Festival, and it was an eight-open golden lotus. ”

Demon Lotus's gaze tightened, his thin body trembled, and he took a step forward with his fists clenched.

Luo Xiaofeng went straight and said: "Gu Cripple is famous in the Ethereal Continent, and he finally offended the powerful because of his upright temperament, and finally ended up in exile on the border. ”

The black cloth covering the face of the Demon Lotus shook violently, and he hissed, "How do you know?"

Luo Xiaofeng said lightly: "Gu is a generation of famous craftsmen, honest and kind, helping the needy, of course there will be many people who remember him...... But there's one thing I don't understand?"

The Demon Lotus said, "Which point?"

Luo Xiaofeng said: "Gu Senior's famous work, the Eight Golden Lotus, somehow became a murder weapon in the hands of Your Excellency?"

The Demon Lotus said in a trembling voice, "Do you know who I am?"

Luo Xiaofeng said lightly: "Although I don't know Your Excellency's name and surname, I know Your Excellency's origin......" He exhaled a long breath and continued, "The Eight Open Golden Lotus is Gu Senior's originality. I suspect that Your Excellency is either a disciple of his old mantle or a descendant of his old man. ”

The magic lotus's fist gradually loosened, and the loneliness in his eyes turned into deep pain and sorrow: "You guessed right, I am his old man's little great-great-grandson...... The Gu family is dead, but I'm still alive. ”

Luo Xiaofeng was silent, and suddenly sighed: "You go, I won't kill you today." ”

The Demon Lotus clenched her fists again, gritted her teeth, and said, "When I first entered the door, I was ten percent sure that I would kill you, but now there are only seventy percent left." ”

Luo Xiaofeng sneered, and suddenly the soles of his feet slipped, and his body swam like a fish in front of the magic lotus.

The Demon Lotus was shocked, he wanted to retreat, but the lifeline of his right hand had been tightly held by Luo Xiaofeng.

Luo Xiaofeng said coldly: "The Eight Golden Lotus is not used to kill people, you must remember this. ”

The Demon Lotus's throat was dry, and her yellow eyes had turned crimson. The deep fear in his heart turned into a faint sadness in an instant. He thought about dying, but he didn't expect death to come so quickly! His arms were numb, his body was weak, and his heart had sunk to the bottom of the icy water. He got to know himself, and he got to know his opponent better. Only then did he realize that he had thought of one wrong thing, and he had no chance to kill Luo Xiaofeng at all. He couldn't resist, he was ready to die!

Luo Xiaofeng let go at this time.

The magic lotus leaned against the door frame, her face full of doubt and disbelief.

Luo Xiaofeng looked at him coldly: "I don't kill you, not because of you, but because of your Gu family's reputation for more than a hundred years." ”

The face of the magic lotus was feverish, burning like a piece of red charcoal in a copper furnace.

Luo Xiaofeng put his hands behind his back, and his voice was so cold that it was about to freeze: "I will only give you one chance, and I will never give you a second time!"

The magic lotus stood still, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a lifeless puppet.

Luo Xiaofeng sneered: "The Gu family has children and grandchildren like you, it is better to break it." In the future, you'd better not say that you are the descendant of Gu's predecessors, otherwise you will disgrace his old man. ”

The Demon Lotus didn't speak, his eyes became hollow, and he stood in a daze for a long time before finally walking out slowly. He walked slowly, but he didn't stop when he started......

It took half a cup of tea for Daddy Yang to slowly wake up, he opened his eyes, and the first thing he said was: "What a beautiful lotus." ”

Luo Xiaofeng smiled faintly: "Beautiful things are not necessarily good things!"

Father Yang didn't understand the meaning of this, he looked at Luo Xiaofeng in a daze: "I have long seen that you have a mind tonight, and it is strange to even speak." ”

Luo Xiaofeng had no choice but to smile bitterly, he didn't want to tell Daddy Yang what had just happened, he knew that Daddy Yang had always been in poor health, and he couldn't help but be so frightened.

The wind outside the window gradually subsided.

Huge snowflakes fell from the dark night sky.

Father Yang had already given birth to a charcoal stove, and the pear blossom white in the cellar had also been removed from the sealing mud, and the strong aroma of wine filled the whole room at once.

Luo Xiaofeng couldn't help but praise: "Good wine!"

Father Yang smiled: "Although this wine is not a famous product, it is sweet and refreshing, and full of strength." ”

Luo Xiaofeng was also laughing: "Old Man Yang is a connoisseur of wine tasting, and of course what he said is reasonable. ”

Daddy Yang drank a glass of wine, stroked his gray beard, and squinted his eyes to savor it.

Luo Xiaofeng raised a glass of wine: "If it weren't for your old man's age, Xiaofeng would never dare to fight with the wine fairy." ”

Father Yang laughed: "The Son of Heaven can't get on the boat, and the Taoist is a fairy in wine." Although my bad old man can drink a few more glasses of turbid wine, he can't afford to be a wine fairy. ”

Luo Xiaofeng said: "Poverty and self-control, elegance and detachment, it is a kind of fairyland, why should you be too humble!"

Father Yang sighed: "When people are old, like the sunset on the mountain, how long can the residual candle on the case be lit?"

Luo Xiaofeng shook his head: "The ancients said that the poor are stronger, and the old should be stronger." Your old man is in his prime, how can you be presumptuous?" Luo Xiaofeng narrowed his eyes and looked at Father Yang with a playful expression.

(End of chapter)