Chapter 38: Candlelight Night Talk

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The night was deep, and the cold night had hidden some of the heat of early summer, and the wonderful fragrance of the city during the day, leaving only the countless small flowers in the city growing wantonly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the top floor of Bao'er Building, the lights are still on, the wind is blowing, and the window grilles on the window lattices are rattling, not very noisy, but definitely not quiet.

On the contrary, the room with the lights on is very quiet.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the shadows reflected in the doors and windows, as if you could hear the snorting of the wax sticks burning by the red candles.

However, none of these sounds were heard, not even these sounds could be heard.

It was quiet as if there were two shadows in the room where no one was, and naturally there were two people.

So late at night, since you didn't go to bed and got together with candles, there will inevitably be night talks.

The lamp burned, burning quietly.

There was also a lamp, which was also burning, but the others could not see it, because it was a lamp that was lit in the heart. Naturally, other people's intentions can't be seen.

Besides, the lamp in his heart had just been lit today, and it was still very small and fragile.

Even if it is small and fragile, that light still illuminates a way.

Unlike the lamp in the room, the piled up lamps made the lamp look a little hazy, and the hazy could not illuminate the faded iron knife in his hand.

Once it was just a knife to kill pigs, and he used it to kill a dog. Now it's a murderous knife.

The former owner of the knife is not only a butcher who likes to watch the excitement and slaughter pigs, but also a murderer who has killed many people and used his kitchen knife. And now the man was just a servant, a young man's newly acquired servant, or rather, a retinue.

Now he is the one who likes to kill people with a pig-killing knife, and in front of him he will always be just a butcher who licks the knife and kills people.

Now, he came to this man with a knife, as in the past.

But after all, something is different.

Now he is finally a cultivator, and he is still a different cultivator.

Li Dadao licked his somewhat dry lips.

He could enter the top floor of Bao'er Building so late, he must not be a butcher.

In fact, in the daytime, on the street that was secretly blocked by Bao'er Building, ordinary butchers were not ordinary butchers, ordinary teenagers were not ordinary teenagers, ordinary dogs with bald tails died, as for the two children who also embarked on the path of cultivating gods, Li Dadao, who was standing here, was not sure if it was arranged by the adult in front of him, like himself.

Li Dadao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, stared at it deadly, or it was better to stare at the words.

The man hiding behind the curtain.

His true master.

"You're doing a great job. ”

The man behind the curtain spoke, and the silent room finally came to life, and the red candle that burst out a little bit of candlestick continued to burn, and the short and simple words seemed to have a little weight.

Although the words are short, they are not simple.

It is not simply that a person who is a servant of God is a servant of one person at the same time.

Maybe I told some people a long time ago.

After all, there were only three people on the street that was supposed to cause a sensation and attracted countless people, and there was a bald-tailed dog that was not taken into anyone's eyes.

Naturally, these unusual and ordinary things all fell into Li Dadao's eyes.

Similarly, Li Dadao also saw that the young man who seemed to be just an ordinary child of a rich family actually had the ability to build a cultivator, and he also loved and feared his master.

Because he figured this out, Li Dadao didn't dare to be reckless, and the province finally lost his name.

Although he lit the lamp in his heart and became an unusual cultivator, he also knew that he was still just a dog raised by his master's family.

And his master will not be like that stupid teenager, who uses his life essence to feed a bald-tailed dog.

Of course, he was a little different from him before the morning.

Li Dadao, who lit the lamp of his heart, was very sure that he was no longer a cannon fodder spy, but a cultivator with real existential value.

Yes, he is already a cultivator.

Li Dadao couldn't help but feel a little proud, and a faint white light couldn't help but flash in his eyes.

Since there is value, it needs to reflect his value.

The value is measured by the benefit.

Li Dadao longed for his master to give him some benefits at the moment, so as to show his affirmation of his worth.

Li Dadao looked at the curtain, it was gray, and he couldn't see it really in the flickering candlelight, and he could only see a figure hidden in a fog.

Not burly, not mysterious, not abrupt.

Quietly blend in with the shadow of one of the seats.

Li Dadao's idea of wanting to get benefits naturally couldn't hide from the eyes of the man behind the curtain.

Even if it is separated by a curtain that is not thick or thin.

Even if the real thoughts in the eyes of his once familiar subordinates are a little hidden by a heart lamp.

The people behind the curtain looked at the people in front of the curtain through the curtain and laughed, laughing silently.

There is treachery in the smile, and there is wisdom in the smile.

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