Chapter 953 There are only two choices

Qiantianyou is not afraid of death, but he knows that if he dies, all these years of dedication and hard work will be in vain.

The masked man looked at Qiantianyou and suddenly said, "There is one thing I want to tell you." ”

Qiantianyou said hatefully: "What is it?"

The masked man said: "Even if Luo Zhutou sends the Nine Tigers Roaring Moon Diagram to Xiaolianzhuang, your son Qianmo won't take a look." ”

Qiantianyou hurriedly said, "Why?"

The masked man said lightly: "Because your son Qianmo is dead." ”

Qiantianyou's eyes widened, his old eyes were full of fear and disbelief, and he suddenly roared, "What are you talking about?"

The masked man said lightly: "Your son Qianmo is dead." ”

Qiantianyou suddenly laughed: "Are you deceiving the old man?"

The masked man said lightly: "If you don't believe it, you can ask Luo Zhutou next to you." He pointed at Luo Xiaofeng, his eyes full of smiles.

Qiantianyou glared at Luo Xiaofeng, the muscles in the corners of his eyes were beating, and his voice was trembling when he spoke: "That rabbit cub...... Isn't it...... Are you lying to me?" he shook his hand and pointed at the masked man.

Luo Xiaofeng was silent.

Qiantianyou roared angrily: "You say!"

Luo Xiaofeng looked at Qiantianyou's distorted old face, sighed, and said slowly: "He didn't lie to you. ”

The black-sheathed long sword in Qiantianyou's hand slipped weakly to the ground, and when there was a loud bang, the long sword collided with the hard rock, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Qiantianyou's breathing stopped, and he stood there blankly, as if he had suddenly aged twenty years.

Luo Xiaofeng sighed secretly.

Qiantian swam and stood there without moving, without any movement or sound, as if he were a wooden man.

The masked man suddenly said: "Although Ling Lang is not as graceful as when you were young, he is also a big man with a head and a face in the rivers and lakes. With a cunning intent in his eyes, he slowly continued: "I don't know why, Ling Lang suddenly came to Huangfu Villa in the Imperial City a few days ago, and he never went back. ”

Qiantianyou trembled, his lips trembled for a long time, and he said a word: "Who...... Kill me?" The muscles of his face twisted as he asked, and his eyes quickly burned again.

The masked man did not speak.

The tall yellow-haired old woman standing on the side walked over tremblingly: "When your son Qianmo died, my master was not there, but my old woman looked at it squarely. ”

Qiantianyou glared at the yellow-haired old woman and said sharply, "You saw it?"

The yellow-haired old woman smiled: "I saw it clearly, clearly. ”

Qiantianyou hissed, "Who is it...... Who is it...... Kill my son?"

The yellow-haired old woman hid the steel cone in her sleeve, suddenly pointed at Luo Xiaofeng with her hand, and shouted: "The murderer of your son is him!"

Qiantianyou stared at Luo Xiaofeng, the muscles in the corners of his eyes were beating violently, and the hand holding the sword was twisted like an earthworm.

Luo Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, he lowered his head and stared at Meng'er's pale little face.

Qiantianyou stared at Luo Xiaofeng for a long time, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "You really killed my son?"

Luo Xiaofeng nodded: "Yes." ”

The bright sun shone on the Heavenly Demon Cliff.

The sun dragged the shadow of a thousand days for a long time.

Luo Xiaofeng slowly raised his head and looked at Qiantianyou with a calm face.

In the midst of wild laughter, Qiantianyou shot like lightning.

The sword was like a shocking rainbow, piercing Luo Xiaofeng's chest and hurting it.

Luo Xiaofeng stood motionless, he still looked at Qiantianyou with a calm face.

Qiantianyou was stunned, the moment the long sword was about to pierce Luo Xiaofeng's heart, his wrist twisted, and the long sword stabbed down diagonally.

The long sword in Qiantianyou's hand stabbed diagonally into Luo Xiaofeng's left rib.

Blood dripped down the blade.

Qiantianyou took two steps back and said in surprise: "You...... What do you mean by that?"

Luo Xiaofeng didn't speak, and quietly watched Qiantianyou.

Qiantianyou hissed: "If you have anything to say, you might as well ......" He didn't finish his sentence, and a miserable blue cone tip emerged from his chest.

The steel cone was pulled out, and blood spurted wildly.

The tall yellow-haired old woman held a bloody steel cone in her hand and looked at Qiantianyou with a smug expression.

Qiantianyou turned around slowly, his hand holding the sword trembling violently.

"Unexpectedly, the famous Thousand Days Tour is also an old fool. The yellow-haired old woman smiled sadly.

Qiantianyou glanced at the injured Luo Xiaofeng, and he knew that he had been fooled. But he never understood that since this Luo Xiaofeng was not the murderer of his son, why was he willing to take a sword from him?

Qiantianyou didn't have time to think about it, and he also knew that there was not much time left for him.

The tall yellow-haired old woman looked at Qiantianyou coldly.

Qiantianyou suddenly yelled and threw himself at the yellow-haired old woman.

The yellow-haired old woman stood motionless.

As soon as Qiantianyou fell to the feet of the yellow-haired old woman, he fell to the ground. Blood flowed from his heart and stained the ground.

The yellow-haired old woman looked at Luo Xiaofeng and grinned, revealing a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth.

Luo Xiaofeng stood in the dry and cold sun, and there was blood dripping from the warehouse pipe.

The masked man walked slowly towards Luo Xiaofeng.

The yellow-haired old woman shrank aside, not even daring to come out.

Luo Xiaofeng lowered his head and stared at Meng'er's pale little face. Meng'er's pale little face was already faintly purple.

The masked man glanced at Meng'er and sighed: "Meng'er girl has a strange poison in her body, if she is not treated in time, I am afraid that she will be worried about her life." ”

Luo Xiaofeng said coldly: "If Your Excellency still has a little righteousness, you should take out the antidote." ”

The masked man said lightly: "If you want to save your dream, you only have two choices. ”

Luo Xiaofeng Huo Ran raised his head: "Which two choices?"

The masked man said: "Join the white-clothed stream, or jump off this Heavenly Demon Cliff." ”

Luo Xiaofeng sighed and said lightly: "Other than that, there is no way?"

The masked man said lightly: "Those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will die!" Other than that, you have no choice and no way. ”

Luo Xiaofeng nodded and said lightly, "Okay." ”

Half of Luo Xiaofeng's body was numb, and he never dreamed that the black sheath long sword that crossed the sea and cut the clouds for a thousand days was actually poisonous.

The masked man looked at Luo Xiaofeng's face and sighed secretly.

Luo Xiaofeng smiled: "If I do what you say, will I be able to save Meng'er?"

The masked man said lightly: "As long as you do what I say, I can not only detoxify her, but also ensure her personal safety." ”

Luo Xiaofeng said: "The master of the stream commands the rivers and lakes, and he follows the law, with your words, I am relieved." ”

After Luo Xiaofeng said this, he hugged Meng'er, turned around, and slowly walked towards the yellow-haired old woman.

The yellow-haired old woman looked at Luo Xiaofeng in surprise.

Luo Xiaofeng sent the unconscious dream to the yellow-haired old woman, and said coldly: "Your master's words, did you hear them just now?"