"Shut up, you!" Burning Light scattered him, if he wanted to kill him, even if Fengbian's martial arts were so much higher than him, he wouldn't be able to save him from such a distance, okay?

Feng Pan ignored the fight between the two of them, and pressed his fingertips on the handle of the Yanling knife brought out from Li Yan, his face was gentle, "Eleven, why are you lingering at the door of your master just now?" ”

"I ......," Eleven was about to answer, but he was caught by the burning light.

"He didn't wander, he was a fool on a rampage, and if you hadn't happened to come out, he wouldn't have hit a person but a door."

Eleven looked at the burning light with dissatisfaction, the words are such a word, and the reason is such a reason, but everyone is a master, should the mouth be so damaged?

Fengbian looked at the burning light silently, and then quickly withdrew his gaze and motioned for Eleven to continue.

Eleven approached him, and was indeed reporting directly to the master or asking Lord Fengbian for advice first, he preferred to the back, he wanted to say, but he didn't forget to cautiously glance at the burning light a few times, thinking that it was impossible for him to eavesdrop, so he whispered to Fengbian.

The burning light that saw everything and said it could be heard but didn't want to hurt his pride: ...... Little bunny, no conscience!

His gaze dropped and fell on the knife in Fengbian's hand, which he remembered clearly when he was still hanging by his master's side when he traveled. But now that there are knives without sheaths, they must have been sent to do something again.

Zhuoguang narrowed his eyes, leaned on the wooden railing at the staircase, put his hands on his chest, and looked at the sparse guests in the inn lobby, the shopkeeper had already begun to clean up the tables and chairs, the door opened and closed, and occasionally a few wisps of moonlight ran in and broke out, which could be regarded as lively in the quiet, and he suddenly felt a little bored.

"Lord Fengbian, the master is in such a hurry, he must be in a hurry to go back to visit Miss Chaolu, then Miss Chaolu must be very important to her, I think it is still necessary for him to explain the reason why Miss Chaolu is angry."

Eleven thought about it for a long time, and after thinking about it, he still felt that Miss Chaolu really saw that the painting changed color. So the source of her anger is most likely because of that painting, but that painting has nothing to do with the master at all! Eleven quietly glanced at the scorching light, although, this scorching light lord also does bad things with good intentions......

The burning light was so angry that he saw it, and he quickly stepped forward and grabbed him and wrapped it around his neck, and said angrily, "What do you think!" What must be! Thinking so much at a young age! It won't grow tall! After saying that, he flicked his head.

"You! You eavesdrop! Eleven Sheng, who fell into the hands of Zhuoguang again, had nothing to love, holding his head and shouting, if it weren't for his kung fu not yet reaching home, he would definitely put this person who tied him to the ground by virtue of his height!

"Boy, why are you so simple! People with high kung fu naturally have good ear power......"

"If you know, it's not quiet, the master still needs to rest!" Feng Pan went downstairs with a knife and said lightly as he passed them.

Eleven's face turned pale, and the burning light didn't matter. stretched out his head and shrunk his head, if sooner or later this matter will be known by the master and then cut him, then he chooses to be later, hehe.

And Li Yan, who was mentioned, even if he had this hearing, he didn't have this mind, and he was in a hurry to meet, but he really didn't have the bottom. Maybe he should bring more silver, Chao Lu was angry, maybe it was just because three thousand taels was too perfunctory.

He thought about it, and he only thought about this, after all, in the past, Chaolu gave him the impression that he was a person who coveted silver and two, and he usually robbed her of one or two silver to turn his face, and he looked like he didn't recognize his six relatives.

He's worried! The little girl is just hard to coax!

Eleven looked at Fengbian's tall back and murmured, "Lord Fengbian is so good." ”

Zhuoguang was not happy to hear this, patted his little head, and said in a deep voice, "Boy, believe it or not. He raised his chin and nodded to the wind, "You were still laughing with him one moment ago, and the next moment you will be cut off by him with a sword!" ”

"You don't want to talk nonsense! How can it be! Eleven struggled away, two steps away from him, and looked at him with a disappointed expression, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!" "Three stabs on both sides, stabbing your good brother in the back! Before the loss, Lord Fengbian was still thinking about him!

"Hey! How to speak! "Burning bald head was pointed at and scolded, and wanted to teach him a lesson, but that kid suffered a few losses, and now he was smart, and after scolding, he ran away without leaving any gaps, and he was also the one who was brought up, although he couldn't beat him and Fengbian, but he was definitely better than others.

Zhuoguang couldn't help laughing, looking at Fengbian who went out directly with a knife, really, he didn't even bother to hide it! Look at the scare of Xiao Er and the guests! He dared to be happy, his eyes flashed with light, and when he looked again, he found that Fengbian was looking at him directly, and he waved his hand at him without any heart, which was regarded as a greeting.

Feng Pan smiled, but did not respond, and paced out the door.

His gaze fell on the knife in Fengbian's hand again, and it seemed that the flickering just now was most likely a warning from Fengbian. He remembered Eleven's words and sighed, "A child is a child, he doesn't understand that people's hearts are sinister, and some people wear gentle skins, but they don't have a knife in their hands, and they firmly occupy the position of the most useful person next to the master." ”

How can it be? Absolutely.

Fengbian is the most gentle and affectionate person, but he is even more neat and neat than him, thinking that they also climbed up from the darkest place together, if it wasn't for the master's temporary change of mind and he hid faster, his head was cut off.

There were 998 corpses, piled up, and the saint wanted to choose the best child out of a thousand people as the seventh birthday of his favorite son.

Burning Light didn't feel so cruel, they were ants underground, the kind that couldn't see the light of day, and the day was precarious, and what the saint gave them was just a chance to be reborn.

It's just that every time I think of the hand that was numbed in the sword fight, that person is opposed to him in the sea of corpses and blood, the rags on his body, the white skin stained with blood, the clear eyes behind a few strands of wet hair hanging down, when the lips are opened, it is like a smile, and a small tiger tooth will be exposed, just look at him like this, get rid of all foreign things, and only have his kind in his eyes.

"Are you tired?"

Empty and deadly silent, he was tired, he was indeed tired, and for a few moments, he wanted to just fall.

And then cut off the head, this shadow! He will never forget it in his life. The scorching light patted his heart.

So he would always remember the moment before he swung the knife, pressing the handle of the knife with his fingertips, and if he hadn't explained, the fool's head would have been spinning in circles on the ground by now.

Zhuoguang touched his neck that was a little cold, but unfortunately, God gave him ambitions, but he was also very polite to match him with an opponent who was a little stronger than him.

After so many years of getting along, he didn't dare to say exactly whether the two were friends or enemies, and it was okay to have a small fight, but if he threatened his master, his head would definitely be cut off mercilessly by Fengbian, and then go around in circles on the ground. The affection of the past is all fart!

……

In the past two days, Chaolu has been following Min Shuangdong, and the effect of the food being sold is not bad, but if the price is too high, some people are willing to buy it once or twice but are reluctant to buy it again and again, after all, it is not easy for them to come here to do hard work, and it is natural to save a little bit to support the family.

Therefore, Chaolu and Min Shuangdong can only keep the price flat between one penny and three pennies, and they are full of food, and the things at this price are the best.