The men were furious.

But when I heard that someone was going to invite them to eat noodles, the emotions on my face became happy.

The man from Starfall Pavilion pointed to the table with his hand, and then the eyes of the big men fell on the four bowls of noodles.

——

Four bowls of white noodles with eggs and beef.

They laughed and had a good time.

"We're happy to have someone invite us to eat, but why would we be invited to dinner for no reason?"

The man from the Starfall Pavilion said, "Within the four seas, there are friends." ”

The big men then walked over and took the bowls of noodles on the table.

They ate very fragrantly, and Luo Ning also watched very fragrantly.

There was no poison, and no one fell.

Luo Ning shouted with his spiritual power, "Aren't a few of them okay?"

The man under the black umbrella smiled, "It's fine for them to eat, but if you eat it, it's going to be poisonous." ”

Luo Ning didn't believe it.

He walked over, suddenly reached out and snatched his bowl of noodles back, he sat back, stared at the half-eaten noodles, and picked up the pair of chopsticks that his buddy had used before.

He picked up a mouthful of noodles and was about to put it in his mouth.

But he didn't send it in.

The leader of Starfall Pavilion backhanded a chopstick on the back of his hand.

The mouth fell on the table again.

The black smoke rose, just like Luo Ning's face at this time, extremely gloomy.

He looked up at the man in the Starfall Pavilion, "When was this poisoned?"

The man at the head smiled, "Naturally, these big men are under them, they are fine to eat, but as long as you eat them, they will be poisoned." ”

"Good. ”

......

The fire is still warm.

The hatchet was already in his hand.

The blood red was still like a plum, so there were a few more corpses in the room again.

——

The corpses of those big men.

Luo Ning turned his head and asked, "What about the guy and the shopkeeper?"

The man from Starfall Pavilion laughed, "Do you really think there can be a phoenix in the crow's nest?"

Luo Ning said calmly, "I can't get out." ”

It's still blood and knife light.

No one knows what they killed in this shop, and no one knows where they are going tomorrow.

The wind and snow roared.

Simmer over a hot stove.

Night came like an endless stream of water.

And that black umbrella is like the only stone in the sea that lives on it.

Nothing was said all night.

......

......

The road still has to go.

They hunted hares in the mountains to eat, and the yellow horse used its keen sense of smell to dig out grass seeds and autumn leftovers under the snow, which was considered food on the road.

They walked for another two days.

——

Stayed in two stores and killed ten people.

Luo Ning sat in the carriage, he was in good spirits, but his face was obviously a little pale.

The knuckles holding the knife were also a little pale.

The sword is black, and the sword is straight.

He asked, "Since we know that if we stay in a hotel, we will definitely meet people from the Demon Sect, then why do we still want to stay in a hotel?"

"You have to know that if you eat today, you will be hungry tomorrow, why do you have to eat today?"

A voice answered him, I don't know whose voice was under the black umbrella, this voice was a little tired, and it made people want to sleep in this vast snowfield.

Luo Ning listened to his words and felt that it made a lot of sense, so he couldn't answer.

But he did kill too many people these days.

There are too many people who look like good people but are actually bad people.

The impact on a person's mindset is huge.

At least for Ronin.

Now that he looked at it, anyone would think that this was someone from the Demon Sect.

......

......

Evening of the third day.

Night is low.

It's a very empty town.

It's like a person who opened his empty arms in this wind and snow, and was silently waiting for the arrival of the wind and snow.

It was as if they were waiting for their group of people who were about to come.

The carriage rolled through the compacted snow and walked into the town.

There was no one in the town.

There was not a single person on the long street.

It's clean, as white as snowflakes in the sky.

It's a feeling that can be very depressing.

In fact, Luo Ning is very depressed, his sword, his knife, his heart.

It's all depressing.

Once again, they found a small inn.

There was still no one in the little inn.

The room was quiet.

The fire is burning.

They walked over to the table and sat down.

The curtain of the door was opened, and a trembling old man walked in.

His face was bloodless, and his eyes were sunk into their sockets.

Luo Ning stared at him, and before he could speak, his hand was naturally held on the knife.

The fire crackled, but the knife never came out of its sheath.

When the old man saw Luo Ning and his party, he suddenly seemed to see a ghost, and he screamed and turned his head to run.

But an invisible force in the air froze him, and Luo Ning's gaze fell on him.

The boy stood up and walked up to the old man.

His eyes fell on the old man, like an awl trying to see through the old man from head to toe.

The old man was speechless, his legs were trembling, and then his eyes fell on the firewood knife on Luo Ning's waist.

Luo Ning asked, "Where's the poison?"

The old man's face turned pale.

"What poison?"

Luo Ning smiled.

His blade was bright, and it seemed that the next moment it would pierce the old man's chest.

But this old man was still the same as the people he killed a few days ago, his expression was extremely sincere.

But such sincerity became hypocrisy in Luo Ning's eyes.

Hypocrisy beyond measure.

Luo Ning asked in a deep voice again, "Why is there no one in this town, and where are the people?"

The old man trembled, and his mouth seemed to be no longer obedient.

The cold blade was held in his hand.

It's like snow outside in winter.

Luo Ning was no longer going to talk nonsense with this old man.

This is just an ordinary person, but after these few days of travel, he no longer trusts any ordinary people.

Blade Forward Finger.

But it didn't pierce the old man's body.

Because just outside this inn, a man's laughter came in.

The laughter is like a crow, which makes people extremely irritated to listen to.

Luo Ning's hatchet stopped.

There was a flash of lightning in mid-air.

The old man knelt down, and a frightened cry came from his trembling lips, "Everyone has been killed, everyone has been killed!"

Luo Ning shouted, "Who killed me?"

The cold blade didn't land on the old man's neck.

He didn't have time to answer.

The door opened.

The door to the inn opened.

A wind colder than a knife blew into the room.

Accompanied by the man's laughter and words, "He really doesn't know where the poison is." I don't know where people are. ”

There was a boom.

It's not just the door that opens.

That wall collapsed at that moment.

The broken bricks blew into the house with the cold wind, and the burning fire was suddenly extinguished.

Those broken bricks and cold wind were like sharp swords, sweeping towards Luo Ning's front door, and the cold wind followed, like a real sword rainstorm.

But none of them could get close to Ronin.

Three feet in front of the young man, an invisible barrier suddenly appeared.

With a sneering voice, Luo Ning stepped back and raised his head, and the firewood knife was horizontal.

It was a sword intent.

The realm of sword intent!

He calmly looked out of the collapsed wall, and a man walked over.

Dressed in black and wearing a black hat.

The black color stands out on this snowy street.

He came from the junction of dusk and night, as if he were the messenger of the night.

He looked at Luo Ning calmly, then smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

The aura emanating from his body was extremely familiar to Luo Ning, but this incomparable familiarity was what made him extremely disgusted.

Demon Sect!

The old man's gaze instantly became as dark as night, "It's him, he killed it, he's the devil who eats people!"

Luo Ning bowed his head slightly, and landed on the man's feet.

Every step he took on the snow would leave a red footprint under his feet.

How many people does he have to kill to do this?

Luo Ning couldn't imagine it.

The wood knife was held tightly in his hand.

He asked calmly, "So, are you a demon king or a demon general?"