"Damn, what is this!"

At this moment, the lord who has always been very calm was finally shocked, this sword light appeared too suddenly, our lord was still there enjoying the bullet time, this sword light was inserted as if it was a 4x speed fast forward in slow motion, and directly smashed the bullet time.

Most importantly, the sword did not come from the doorway, nor from any of the windows, but from the side of Varus's kitchen, directly through the wall between the kitchen and the hall outside.

This is what really shocked Langdon, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, I just received a piece of equipment in the League of Legends yesterday, and I won't be a hero of the League of Legends today, right?

But the next moment, his thought was shattered like bullet time, and the screams of the goblin chef's shrill voice shook his ears numb, how could he have the chic and calm of the poem just now.

The sword light just flashed, and then, in the restaurant, it was as if time stood still in the forbidden spell, no, not all of the restaurant, but the 4 dark elves who were ready to attack Langdon, what posture did they have before the sword appeared, and what posture did they still have after the sword disappeared.

The other guests in the restaurant were so frightened that they screamed and ran away, and there was a chaos, but where they stood was motionless and quiet, and in a small restaurant, there was a huge contrast between movement and stillness.

But the contrast didn't last long, and the four guys who had suddenly stopped there finally moved again—they fell down with a thud like the four statues that had lost their center of gravity, and then, almost at the same time, a fatal wound opened in the throat of the four of them, and blood gushed out of it.

It was also at this time that our goblin chef rushed out of the kitchen screaming, with a pot in his hand and hot air, presumably grabbing it from the stove next to him.

He rushed to Langdon like this, and stood in front of Langdon, clutching the pot with both hands, and screaming, "I'm here!

It looked heroic, but Langdon could clearly see that his body was trembling uncontrollably.

Langdon smiled, patted Varus on the shoulder, and said, "Okay, the attackers are all on the ground, it's okay." ”

"Huh?" Varus was stunned, it was only at this time that he really noticed the situation in the restaurant, he was afraid of the attack, but he was not afraid of the dead, seeing that the four people had fallen in a pool of blood, he immediately came to the courage, thinking that his performance just now was estimated to be very embarrassing, he immediately became angry, and rushed up with the pot, and vented on the corpses.

Langdon didn't stop him, but walked towards the kitchen, where there were two other people in the kitchen, both of whom Varus had brought from Sorenod, as well as his apprentices and henchmen, and they were among the people Langdon had interrogated in the Sorenod Sheriff's Prison.

Seeing that it was only the two of them, Langdon directly gave up asking, looked left and right, showed a sudden look on his face, turned around and walked out of the restaurant, and walked next door.

Next door, there is a tavern.

Pushing the door in, the atmosphere inside immediately made Langdon understand that he had come to the right place.

As the number of customers increased, business at one tavern improved, and it was almost full from morning to night, and it was the same now.

However, when Langdon entered, there was silence in the tavern, no music, no voices, no glasses and lamps, and the whole tavern seemed to have stood still.

And one thing that most of the people in the tavern have in mind is that they all look in the same direction.

There, a lone man sat at a wine table, as if he had no sense of the gaze around him, holding a glass and sipping wine, and the table in front of him was full of wine glasses, with only some space in his hand, where a sword was placed.

Looking at that man, Langdon suddenly thought to himself, even if he didn't have the sword just now, maybe he was the object of everyone's attention in the tavern.

A long hair is casually draped behind his back, dressed in a scholarly shirt, his eyebrows are like sharp swords and eyes like stars, his nose is straight and his lips are thin, his chin is slightly bearded, his head is slightly raised, he drinks all the wine in the cup, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he wipes some of the wine under the corner of his mouth very boldly, what a personable scholar maniac!

The sword is also very distinctive, the hilt is 30 cm, there is a sword spike at the tail, it falls from the edge of the table, flutters and shakes lightly with the vibration of the table, the sword swallows like a crescent moon, the sword is 1 meter 3 long, there is no scabbard, there are two words on the sword body, it is not difficult to recognize, at least Langdon can see that the two words are "burial moon".

A personable person, a bright sword, if it was placed in the Tang and Song dynasties, it would also be a top task, but ......

This is not the earth, and it is not the era that has been submerged in the long river of history for thousands of years!

With such a shape, in such a place, it is strange that people are not organized into a group to watch.

However, such onlookers had no effect on him, nor did it have any effect on Langdon.

Langdon raised his foot, walked up to the man like that, raised his hands to his chest, gave a very formal fist salute, and said, "Langdon has seen Mr. just now, thank you Sir for helping with a sword." ”

The middle-aged handsome scholar raised his eyes and glanced at Langdon, but he didn't speak, but picked up another glass of wine on the table, drank it all again, three glasses in a row, and then breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction, and said: "Life is three fast sword poems and wine, there are swords and poems, if you don't drink and celebrate, how can you have fun?"

Then he looked Langdon squarely and asked, "Do you know the poem?"

Langdon nodded.

He raised his hand, stroked the sword, and asked, "Do you recognize this sword?"

Langdon nodded again.

This time, it was Langdon's turn to speak, and said: "Swordsman poem, burial moon sword, it's a pity that the wine is not good wine, if you can have a jar of Du Kang's old wine, it will be really fun." ”

While speaking, Langdon also picked up the wine glass from the table, and with the same three glasses, he slammed the glass on the table, wiped his mouth with the same pride, and said: "The snow devil turned over the clouds and rain, and Xie Yuan talked and laughed and stopped the wind and thunder." It's a pity that this place is underground, there is no snow, and there is no cloud and rain, but I can't see the pride of Mr. Raining and smiling. ”

"Hahahaha......" The man heard this, but suddenly laughed out loud, this laugh lasted for half a minute before stopping, and then, he finally stood up from his position, at this time Langdon found that he was actually so tall, half a head taller than Langdon, and a long robe draped over such a tall body, it looked even more fluttering.

He turned to Langdon, stood up straight, solemn, and bowed his hand, "King Yifeng, meet your lord." ”

Langdon also stood up straight, solemn, and bowed back, "Langdon greets Lord Valley. ”

The two looked at each other like this, and suddenly they laughed at the same time!