Starry with stars.

Flashing with a glimmer of brilliance, the slight coolness of the night still can't be lowered, just like the rippling fire in the hearts of those men who are mixed in the green building.

Heartburning.

Searing.

Pleasant Hospital.

At night, it's at its busiest. After all, there are not so many things to prostitute during the day, and many people put this matter at night, and darkness is the best cover for many things.

One day.

Lu Xiaofeng stayed in Yiqing Courtyard for a whole day, drinking, appreciating beauty, listening to small songs, lying lazily on the bed, not wanting to move anything.

As a lazy person, many times, Lu Xiaofeng has always felt that this Qinglou is really a good place for lazy people to stay. You don't have to worry about any responsibility, and you don't have to worry about what is involved. Qinglou is a place to trade feelings.

Hua Manlou has already left.

Regarding Qinglou's attitude, Hua Manlou is not as good as Lu Xiaofeng.

The music that reverberated in my ears was the solo music played by a young woman, combined with another girl's jade handtea, smiling and pouring the wine, listening to the sound of the ticking wine, it was enough to make people feel intoxicated.

Lu Xiaofeng was already lazy to move.

He just walked on the bed, letting the young woman move, and letting the other party feed him the wine little by little.

"Haha!"

After taking a sip of wine and sniffing the body fragrance of the woman in front of him, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly laughed and said to himself: "Sure enough, women are troublesome things, if it were me, it would be too late to run!" "In the afternoon, Hua Manlou asked people to bring a message.

The news is about Shang Xiuxun and Yue Yuan, who is holding a peacock feather.

It's a big life.

This was Lu Xiaofeng's first thought, and then fortunately he was not such a person.

"Ahh

Couldn't help it, Lu Xiaofeng sneezed, stretched out his hand and scratched his itchy nose, and at this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open. A stranger walked in.

"Huh?"

Raising his head slightly, his eyes fell on the person who pushed the door in, and Lu Xiaofeng's eyes jumped with surprise.

Entering the door was the old bustard of the Pleasant Courtyard, and the woman's face looked a little nervous, with a smile on her face. That smile, although it looks very real, in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes, it can be seen that there is a kind of fakeness.

But that kind of caution is very real.

His gaze crossed over the bustard and landed behind her. It was fixed on the man standing behind.

It was a man in a fast-catching costume.

Different from the ordinary yamen catcher, the clothes on the man's body are slightly different, and his eyes swept over, Lu Xiaofeng's eyes couldn't help but condense slightly, this is a person from the six doors.

Suffer!

Here's the trouble.

This thought just got up in Lu Xiaofeng's heart, and several women in the room immediately bowed down and walked out after seeing this, and the old bustard stretched out his hand to the man standing beside him, and then said, "Please!" Immediately, the old bustard fled and left.

Door.

Close the door with your hand.

The man in the fast-catching costume walked quickly to Lu Xiaofeng's bedside. Looking at this man who was still lying lazily on the bed, without the slightest movement, only his eyes rolling, what was in his heart was unknown to outsiders. The man didn't say anything, just took out a letter from his bosom and handed it over respectfully.

“……”

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at the catcher who was standing next to the bed, but still did not make the slightest movement. continued to lie lazily on the bed, but his eyes fell on the wine glass rested on the abdomen of the Qinglou woman, and he took a deep breath. The cup of wine suddenly fluctuated, rose up, and formed a small water dragon that submerged into Lu Xiaofeng's mouth.

The six doors on the side were still respectfully holding up the envelope in their hands.

The two of them kept their own ways quietly, but they turned a blind eye to the envelope in their hands.

Half a day.

Six Doors Catcher quickly found that if it went on like this, he was afraid that his task would not be completed. After lowering his head and thinking about it, he quickly opened the envelope, took out the letter paper from it, and then spread it out and sent it to Lu Xiaofeng's eyes.

Black and white.

As long as Lu Xiaofeng is not blind, he can see what is written on it.

And yet—

Lu Xiaofeng closed his eyes and even snored.

An hour later.

The six doors of the catcher finally left the courtyard.

Although many people are seeing it, and many people are speculating about what happened, these are foreign affairs after all, and they are not related to the parties.

in the room.

Under candlelight.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the words on the letter in his hand, and his face was a little gloomy.

After a while, after crumpling the letter, Lu Xiaofeng rolled up the letter, handed it to the top of the candle, and watched the flames light the letterhead and turn it into ashes on his hand.

"Jin Jiuling!"

Lu Xiaofeng blew off the paper ash that fell on the table, couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, and said, "It deserves to be the first in the world!" ”

The case of the embroidery thief, this is to implicate him too!

Lu Xiaofeng didn't specifically understand this case, but he also knew that this big case that shocked the world was different from the public, in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes, this case was not as simple as many people imagined. Especially when Jin Jiuling personally sent a letter, Lu Xiaofeng was more sure of his idea.

Jin Jiuling, who is known as the world's first catch, feels tricky, which can be imagined.

As a person who has many friends in the world, Lu Xiaofeng and Jin Jiuling are also very familiar.

A letter.

It really scratched Lu Xiaofeng's itch.

Rise.

Lu Xiaofeng left Yiqing Courtyard, he wanted to talk about this matter to Hua Manlou, and even wanted to hear Yue Yuan's opinion.

Although the relationship is not as good as the love between Hua Manlou, Ximen blowing snow, and Sikong picking stars, the two are also friends.

on the streets.

Although there are still a lot of pedestrians, it has long since lost the bustle of the day.

Because it is at the feet of the Son of Heaven, it is even more vigilant.

So, there is a curfew here, except in some places.

Walking on the road alone, he looked up at the clouds that had risen at some point, coupled with the oncoming night breeze, Lu Xiaofeng inexplicably had a feeling of dark moon and high wind.

It's a good time to kill.

This strange thought had just risen, and Lu Xiaofeng's footsteps had stopped.

Put away the folding fan in your hand. Resting in the palm of his hand, he slapped lightly and made a crackling sound, which was clear to the ears in this suddenly quiet street only the sound of the wind.

Whew-

The night wind howled, blowing up the empty bamboo basket on one side and rolling in front of Lu Xiaofeng on the ground with a roll.

The night breeze was a little cold.

But what made Lu Xiaofeng care was the murderous aura that was wantonly emanating.

The basket that rolled over did not attract Lu Xiaofeng's attention in the slightest, but Lu Xiaofeng's gaze was fixed on the end of this street. At the end, there stood a man in black.

A strange black robe.

There was nothing else to see in the whole body, as if a person had gotten into a condom and stood there quietly.

It's obvious. The other party is waiting for someone.

"Are you waiting for me?"

His eyes have been looking at this man in black, Lu Xiaofeng has seen a lot of people in his life, he has also encountered a lot of traps, and he has seen many masters. Among them, there are even quite a few people who are his friends.

For example, the west gate of Wanmei Villa blows snow.

And the person in front of him, giving him the feeling that he is undoubtedly a top master.

Because that feeling is too similar to Ximen blowing snow.

Just one eye.

Lu Xiaofeng felt that the person in front of him was a master with a sword.

While Lu Xiaofeng was observing the other party, the man in black was also observing Lu Xiaofeng.

Facing Lu Xiaofeng's question. The man in black didn't reply, he wouldn't expose any flaws outside. Even if they are exposed, after tonight, these flaws will not be there.

The wind is still blowing.

Blowing up, the robe on the man in black kept fluttering backwards. Make a snorting sound.

The hood shrouded in his head was also constantly shaking under this wind, and under Lu Xiaofeng's gaze, the man in black didn't say anything, just glanced at each other quietly. He slowly raised his left hand.

In his hand is a black sword.

The sword was just across in front of him, and the eyes of the man in black were no longer on Lu Xiaofeng's body, but stopped at the sword in front of him.

Boom!

A bang. The sword itself was slowly unsheathed.

The scabbard is black, and the blade is also cold black.

Lu Xiaofeng knew that this was the color of cold iron.

With a solemn expression, the folding fan had already been withdrawn and inserted into his waist, Lu Xiaofeng's right hand had already been prepared, and a pair of fingers were already gathering momentum.

"Be careful!"

That was the first and only word of the Man in Black.

The words fell.

The sword was finally unsheathed.

The sword qi rushed together, and the long sword was like a sharp arrow, and the hilt of the sword shot straight forward.

The man in black is as fast as the sword.

The sword of the man passed everywhere, and every obstacle on the road was separated.

When the hilt of the sword was about to lean towards Lu Xiaofeng, the right hand of the man in black finally grasped the hilt of the sword, and then slashed it.

Meanwhile.

Lu Xiaofeng's spirit rhino finger also burst out.

Facing the opponent's sword.

The dark clouds in the sky disappeared at this moment.

The hidden starry sky was revealed, and the silver moon was revealed.

Joy Inn.

Yue Yuan told the story of the whole night.

It's my own story.

And the only audience is Shang Xiuxun.

That story sounded completely absurd, but in Shang Xiuxun's opinion, it was indeed true. Because she herself is a person in Yue Yuan's story.

“……”

Mood is an indescribable feeling, is it disappointment? Or is it the loss of long-held speculation when it is finally confirmed? Shang Xiuxun couldn't describe her feelings, she only knew that she wasn't the only one.

Of course.

Unlike Shang Xiuxun, although Yue Yuan had the heart to be sad and sad, and to sigh for his messy feelings, he was shocked by another news at the moment.

That's the news that Hua Manlou brought just now.

The news is-

Lu Xiaofeng, dead. (To be continued......)