Leng Ziyan's indifferent and noble aura faintly came out, in this life, what he was not afraid of was the threat of others, the smile on his face did not even disappear, and he said lightly: "The ruthlessness of spicy hands usually refers to the destruction of women by men, and the masculinity of the lower body seems to be obvious, Childe should go home and learn idioms!" ”

"You're looking for death!" The man directly rolled up his sleeves and wanted to wave it in the direction of Leng Ziyan, his whole body was shocked, Leng Ziyan's eyes changed suddenly, and he hurriedly bent down to dodge.

At the last moment, a strong arm grabbed the man's fist, and with a slight twist, the man was already screaming on the ground.

"The subordinates are late, and I hope Mr. Leng will forgive me." A man over thirty years old, with thick eyebrows and square jaws, clenched his fists and said respectfully to Leng Ziyan.

As soon as these words came out, the noisy voices of the audience disappeared without a trace in an instant.

No one in Licheng knows who Mr. Leng, who Leng Ziqian is. According to legend, this person who looks like him, although he doesn't know the slightest martial arts, but he personally created the first major sect in the rivers and lakes of Xiguo, the Lengcang faction, and is a well-known figure.

"Xiang Hu, you're here." Leng Ziyan had a warm smile in his eyes, and then, he slowly squatted down, approached the man's side, and stretched out a pair of hands, trying to help him up: "This son, my person is really offended. ”

Where did the man still look like he was just now, he didn't even dare to say more, skipped Leng Ziyan's hand, and hurriedly patted his buttocks, and disappeared without a trace in a moment of smoke.

Leng Ziqian shook his head, he could only stand up, he looked in the direction of Wan Shangchu, sure enough, although she never said a word during this period, it was obviously because of her at this time, and she looked like she didn't care about herself.

Leng Ziqian didn't know why, from the beginning, he always felt that this girl in the evening dress had some problems, although the cause of the problem was not clear, but it was always related to him, he walked in front of her and was polite: "The evening girl's dancing posture is really envious of others, so that I am fascinated by it." ”

"Mr. Leng's false praise, this little bit of the slave family must not be worth mentioning in your eyes, I just hope that it will not stain your eyes." The evening dress smiled charmingly.

Through her smile, Leng Ziyan felt that although she was full of delicate and tired air at the beginning of the night, there was a trace of heroism between her eyebrows and eyes, which was in stark contrast to the posture of her whole body.

Leng Ziyan also smiled quietly, and fiddled with the folding fan in his hand: "I know that the girl likes this folding fan in my hand, although I can't give it away because of my father, but in any case, there is still a lack of courtesy, so let's do it!" Except for this fan, whatever the girl asks, how about I? ”

"Sir's words are serious, whatever the slave family wants, Mr. is willing to give away?" At the beginning of the evening, the pear vortex bloomed slightly, and the eyes were half confused and half sober.

"Naturally, take it seriously."

Wanshang Chu approached him for a minute, and the corners of his lips moved silently: "Then I don't know Mr.'s life, can you send it to the slave family?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Leng Ziqi's face immediately sank, and Xiang Hu beside him immediately pulled out a long knife and faced Wan Xiangchu with a cold voice: "Presumptuous." ”

Leng Ziqian and Wan Xiangchu looked at each other for half a moment, and finally the gloom in his eyes faded, and he looked at Xiang Hu: "Xiang Hu, put down the long knife." ”

Although Xiang Hu had to obey the order, his eyes were still cautiously staring at the direction of the beginning of the evening dress, and he did not dare to relax in the slightest.

At the beginning of the evening, he covered his mouth and laughed wildly, and when the smile was gone, he looked at Leng Ziyan: "Don't blame Mr., the slave family is just a joke!" It's just for the fun of everyone present. ”

"I see." Leng Ziqian said again: "Then I don't know if the girl ever wanted to return what you really want?" "Scales

Wan Yichu pretended to think for a long time, then pondered for a while, and finally smiled: "Since the slave family is a joke, there is nothing to ask for from Mr. ”

Leng Ziyan regarded her series of actions as a drama, but the scene she pretended to have ulterior motives, his eyebrows swayed with interest, he was curious about what kind of purpose this beautiful girl was, so she would tease him so unscrupulously.

In the end, Leng Ziqian could only sigh: "The evening girl is really a strange woman, she can't help dancing beautifully, and even this scene is sung seamlessly." ”

Wan Shangchu could naturally hear the meaning of his words, but she smiled peacefully: "In this way, the slave family will thank Mr. for his praise." ”

There was not even a hint of modesty in these words.

Leng Ziyan's face turned a little pale, and he threw the fan away: "I learned about the girl's grace today, if I try to talk to the girl about wine in the future, I don't know what the girl thinks?" ”

"What Mr. invited, it is the honor of the slave family, and he is just willing to accompany him in the future, so at this time, the slave family will send Mr. off." At the beginning of the evening, he bowed slightly.

"Xiang Shanghai, let's go!" Leng Ziyan looked at Xiang Hu, signaled slightly, and paced away in the eyes of everyone.

At this time, when the evening clothes looked at him at the beginning, there was a strange color in his eyes.

The night is already dark

The crescent moon in the night hung high in the sky, lonely and sad, and the white light slowly drifted down after the precipitation in the moonlight, reflecting on the water surface of a small lotus pond.

"Sir, it's not safe here, my subordinates advise you to go back and rest early." Xiang Hu's voice sounded slowly, and the sense of urgency was not difficult to show.

Leng Ziyan's eyes added interest, and he smiled and said, "Is he here again?" ”

Xiang Hu replied respectfully: "Yes, his breath is not far from here, sir, do we need to strangle that killer this time, so as not to cause harm to sir." ”

Leng Ziqian shook his head: "No need, it's been three years, he still hasn't given up assassinating me, my interest in him is getting stronger and stronger, transfer all the people away, don't embarrass him, as long as you are there, he can't hurt me." ”

"But in this case, it is not a solution after all, if you really let that killer succeed one day, what can you do if you cause harm to you, sir?" Xiang Hu's eyes were worried.

But at this time, Leng Ziqi's eyes were full of smiles.

It's been three years, the killer has repeatedly assassinated him, even if he has been injured several times by his people, he has never succeeded, but he has been defeated again and again, Leng Ziqian was still a little wary of the killer, but now he is only curious and interested.

He was becoming more and more curious, but how could a person be so persistent, day after day, year after year, just to kill him one day. Leng Ziqian thought carefully in his heart, although he was indeed not a good person, but he was not a vicious person, let alone done anything to kill people, so the killer should not be revenge.

Every time this puzzle filled his mind, and he could not be solved for a long time, his heart became more interested, and he wondered what was the reason for this.

While meditating, a pitch-black night suit seemed to come to the moon, tapping the water above the pond with his toes, holding a short blade in his hand, and taking his life in the direction of Leng Ziqi.