There will always be countless choices in life, some of which can be avoided and some of which must be faced. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Just like the choice that Xinghuan is facing at the moment, there is no escape.

It is a three-way intersection that leads in three directions.

Xinghuan had been squatting at the fork in the road for a minute, and still hadn't decided which way to go.

According to gender, men are left and women are right, so the one who walks in the middle is a shemale.

In the end, Xinghuan chose to go in the middle.

He was not a ladyboy, but after staring at the three forks in the road for a long time, he found that there were more traces of horseshoe prints on the middle road.

It shows that there are more people who take this path.

As it turned out, his luck seemed to be good today.

After walking on the middle road for a while, Xinghuan looked at the small roadside teahouse that appeared in his sight, breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously accelerated his pace.

The sun is already setting in the west, and anyone who walks for most of the day without eating or drinking will be hungry and thirsty.

Sitting down, Xinghuan let out a long sigh.

The small teahouse is run by a middle-aged couple.

The boss has some pockmarks on his face, and he is a little ugly.

The proprietress is very charming, sexy and charming, especially the enlarged breasts and beautiful legs, which are enchanting and seductive.

The owner is busy cooking and the hostess is entertaining the guests.

As soon as Xinghuan sat down, the proprietress came with a twist on her willow waist, and said with a smile: "Childe, what do you want to eat?"

It is said to be a teahouse, but it is actually similar to an ordinary restaurant, with wine, vegetables, meat, and tea.

Xinghuan looked at what the guests around him were eating, licked his dry lips, and said with a smile: "Just like them, there is wine and meat."

The proprietress blinked her autumn-like eyes, threw a charming look, and turned to leave.

Xinghuan didn't care, and looked at the guests resting in the teahouse boredly.

The small teahouse is not big, and the few tables scattered here and there are almost full of people.

These people are the same kind of people.

Because they wear the same style of clothes.

The only difference was one of the ...... in a red brocade coat

Man? Woman?

Xinghuan's gaze lingered on the other party's neck, confirming that it was a man.

Although the Adam's apple is small, it does exist.

Very few men wear red clothes, and they are very colorful red brocade clothes.

What's even more peculiar is that this man's appearance is somewhat feminine, especially the slender willow eyebrows and cold eyes.

The small teahouse was very lively, looking at the wine and food on the table, these people seemed to have just sat down, and they were talking and laughing with each other.

Only the man in red was silent, drinking wine expressionlessly, and the food on the table did not move.

In front of the teahouse there were three carriages, each carrying a large box.

I don't know what's in the box.

On the leading carriage, flags were planted on one left and one right, and the words "Wei" and "Fu" were displayed on the flags.

It's a team of dart carts.

Xinghuan looked at the two flags thoughtfully, and then glanced at the man in red.

Fuwei Dart Game ...... Evil Sword ......

I didn't expect that there were really people in this game who were willing to practice that kind of swordsmanship.

Xinghuan smiled and ignored it.

The boss's movements were very fast, and Xinghuan's ass was not yet hot, and the wine and food were all served.

Tea quenches thirst, but it tasteless, and relatively speaking, wine is better.

In the evening breeze, it is also pleasant to drink wine and eat food leisurely.

It's just that this is a river and lake, and the comfort is only short-lived, not long-lasting.

If you want to last long, you can only do it by dying.

I don't know when, Xinghuan suddenly felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his mind was dizzy.

Is it tired?

Bang......

One voice after another rang out.

The diners in the small teahouse are either lying on the table or falling to the ground.

Even the man in red was not spared, and his shaky appearance couldn't last long.

Seeing this change, Xinghuan silently reached out and took out a bottle of elixir from his arms.

Not long ago, in order to thank him for his help, Tangmen Shuangjiao left him with a special antidote pill for leaving.

As for the effect, it is only left to fate.

In chivalrous rivers and lakes, there is an essential difference between poison and ecstasy.

Poison can only be used for weapon smearing, and cannot be used to kill people in food or alcohol.

After all, poison can't be colorless and odorless, as long as the sense of smell is okay, a fool can smell it.

If you poison the wine and food, the wine will stink and the food will rot before anyone eats it.

Unlike drugs, most drugs are colorless and odorless, and although the effect cannot kill a person, it can make people lose the ability to resist.

What is the difference between a person who has no ability to resist and is dead.

Any little child can be killed.

Lin Shaoying held the table with one hand, pulled out a long sword with the other, closed his eyes, frowned, and said in a somewhat sharp voice: "Who are you?"

The pock-faced boss wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the kitchen knife in his hand, unhurriedly untied the apron around his waist, and said with a smile: "Lin Shaoying, someone spent a lot of money to buy your life."

The proprietress wiped her jade hand on the willow waist, and the silver long whip danced in the air, and snorted coldly: "There is a lot of nonsense, hurry up and kill and leave."

The pock-faced boss shook his head, pulled out a blood knife from under the table, and said cautiously: "It's better to be careful, the sword technique of warding off evil spirits is not simple."

The proprietress glanced at the sword in Lin Shaoying's hand and sneered: "The old lady's rosemary is not vegetarian."

As soon as the proprietress finished speaking, Lin Shaoying's body went soft, she couldn't support it anymore, and fell to the ground.

Rosemary, colorless and tasteless, one of the best drugs in the rivers and lakes, the middle one is dizzy, weak, and there is no medicine to solve.

The only way is to wait for the time of the drug to take effect and it will be solved naturally.

However, although rosemary cannot be removed immediately, if there is a more clever interpretation of the pill, it can still temporarily suppress the medicinal properties.

The repression was short-lived, but it was sufficient.

The sunset is falling, on the side of the path, in the teahouse.

The teahouse owner knelt on the ground, holding a bloody knife in his hand, and blood was dripping from his neck.

In front of him was Lin Shaoying, who was dressed in red brocade and holding a sword.

The tip of the sword was dripping with blood, Lin Shaoying endured the weakness in his body, and said indifferently: "The Blood Knife Gate is nothing more than that."

The proprietress looked at Lin Shaoying in disbelief, and after hesitating for a moment, she smiled charmingly and said: "The evil sword technique really deserves its reputation, but I don't know how long you can hold on."

Lin Shaoying was indifferent.

For a moment, the teahouse was quiet again.

Suddenly, Lin Shaoying's body shook, and a silver whip appeared around his neck.

The proprietress was overjoyed, and then her face changed again.

Lin Shaoying's hand grabbed the silver whip.

Although his hands were already peeling open, Lin Shaoying did not let go, his body became weaker and weaker, and time was running out.

Secretly gritting his teeth, Lin Shaoying suddenly pulled the silver whip in his hand and stabbed out the long sword with his strength.

Slowly, he stabbed this sword a lot slower, so the proprietress narrowly avoided it.

The silver whip in his hand was like a small snake, detached from his palm.

The proprietress was holding a long whip and was terrified.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves and wheels came in the distance.

The driver was a silver-haired man, and there was a crisp and beautiful singing voice faintly in the carriage.