Chapter 39 The night is dark, and the wind is high

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Because it was a silent laugh, Li Dadao didn't know that the people behind the curtain were laughing. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I don't know if there is a little contempt, a little mockery in the laughter, and a little murderous intent.

A night breeze blew, and the only red candle in the room flickered and faded. The last wisps of green smoke floated up, and the red candle in the room was extinguished, plunging into darkness.

Complete darkness, complete silence.

Then, a light lit up in the darkness.

What a warm light it was, small, warm, it might be more appropriate to describe the faint white light as cute, milky white like thick goat's milk, that is the goat milk that the chefs in Bao'er Building want to see the most, what a good pastry raw material it should be.

The person behind the curtain could only see the milky white light through the curtain, and he seemed to remember the delicious wick cake he ate tonight, which was a special wick cake made in Bao'er Building, specially made for him.

I really should have eaten a few more pieces at that time.

The people behind the curtain couldn't help but think.

Of course, Li Dadao can also see the flower in his palm, the flower is very beautiful, beautiful and delicate.

Not only delicate, but also warm enough.

Or rather, it was so hot that it almost set him on fire.

He wanted to use the "flowers" that were just warm but could give him a fiery desire to fight, and fight with the legendary cultivators.

It's just that although the person behind the curtain is a cultivator, it is obvious that he has no interest in fighting at all, and at this moment, when he looks at the power that bursts from his heart, what he thinks of is the sweet and delicious rush cake.

It seems to see that the people behind the curtain don't want to do it.

Li Dadao was a little impatient, but after all, he still didn't throw the petite flower in his hand.

Let the flower burn. Gradually cool the heat in your heart.

The man behind the curtain spoke again, "Wait, don't waste it, just light the candle by the way, you can't see anything in this darkness......"

There was a hint of ridicule in the words, but there was no meaning in the tone, and there was even a hint of the elders teaching the younger generations.

"......" Li Dadao didn't say anything, but his face stiffened with the milky white light, and he quickly regained his composure.

Suddenly, the room was bright again.

The red candle continued to dance with flames, shining on the blood-stained knife on the table where Li Dadao was lying.

It was an ordinary knife that couldn't be more ordinary. It's as ordinary as the big knife of Li who has scattered the white flowers between his fingers at this moment.

"Tut-tut, good knife, good knife. There was a round of praise behind the curtain.

Li Dadao was silent. The finger falls on the hilt.

On weekdays, his hand rests on the hilt of a knife, and there must be a pig lying in front of him waiting to be slaughtered.

In the daytime today, in front of him was a bald-tailed wild dog sucking the blood of the gods.

As for the future, when his hand falls on this kitchen knife again, there may be people standing in front of him, thousands of people. All he had to do was swing his knife and slash down. Kill those people like pigs. He was ready to kill.

It's just that among the countless people he wants to kill, there must not be the person in front of him, or he who is tonight.

Therefore, his hand just fell on the hilt of the knife, did not grasp it, and did not wave it.

No blood, no fragmentation.

The wind was torn into several pieces and thrown into the room.

Blowing up a corner of the curtain.

Li Dadao suddenly felt cold, not because of the refreshing night breeze, but because of other things, such as killing machines. He was about to light the lamp in his heart to ward off the chill. But in an instant, the cold disappeared without a trace.

Feeling the chill and leaving, the killing machine also disappeared, and Li Dadao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, he knew that he would not be the opponent of the obviously great cultivator in front of him.

"Then you will stay with him from now on. Finally, the man behind the curtain ended the conversation in the room with one last almost commanding word.

Li Dadao, who had not spoken from beginning to end, walked out of the room in silence.

The people behind the curtain looked at the figure of Li Dadao leaving, quiet.

Chirping!

The door opened again.

Out of the endless night outside the house, another man walked in.

The man was dressed in gorgeous clothes, very rich but not the kind of annoying appearance, but like the appearance of the eldest young master in the family who read the scriptures in the book, not forced by life, so there is no sour taste of a poor scholar, and he is rich and rich, so he has the demeanor of a humble son.

That look is familiar, isn't it Cai Lintao who is dressed in a steward costume during the day?

Cai Lintao was not the so-called steward in Bao'er Building, but now that he was dressed as he should be, he was naturally heroic and extraordinary.

Cai Lintao stepped into this room at this moment, but he did not have the arrogance of a rich child. On the contrary, he looks cautious.

Cai Lintao bowed deeply to the curtain. That represents respect.

Respect the man behind the curtain of nature.

That's his father, and naturally there will be respect.

It's just that Cai Lintao looked at the figure behind the curtain, and there was still a bit of awe in his eyes.

The people behind the curtain didn't pay attention to Cai Lintao who came in, but looked at the red candle lamp on the table, the beating flame was burning, and the night breeze that leaked in from outside from time to time did not blow it out, but the fiery red flowers became brighter and warmer, who would have thought that not long ago, this lamp was still dim and almost extinguished?

Cai Lintao couldn't think of it, but he remembered the small warm white flower that bloomed in the darkness before.

Like a small flower in the wild, and its owner turned out to be nothing more than a wild flower that bloomed in the wild and no one cared about it.

Later, the flower no longer bloomed in the cluster of thousands of flowers, nor did it exude a fragrance. Rather, it blooms between people's fingers, and uses the lamp of people's hearts as fertilizer and blooming flowers.

The person with a white flower in his hand is no longer a wildflower on the side of the road. But he became a cultivator above tens of thousands of people.

Thinking of this, the people behind the curtain couldn't help but feel a little funny.

He laughed, "How wonderful, this is a time when wildflowers are blooming unchecked!" he exclaimed.

It's just a nonsense sentence with no beginning and no end, without waiting for Cai Lintao to figure out the deep meaning contained in that sentence. The people behind the curtain fell silent again.

"That's also cultivation?" Cai Lintao said, he didn't know what kind of Dao method the person who had only awakened his power today was cultivating, he only knew that it seemed that the difference between that person's cultivation and his own cultivation was very huge, and he didn't know at all what kind of cultivation the person who had just left had reached.

If you don't understand, just ask, this is his newly learned habit, from that little boy.

If there is a question, there may not be an answer. At least in tonight's room.

"Is cultivating the gods also cultivating?" The voice of the person behind the curtain was low, so low that it was almost inaudible.

Cai Lintao wanted to continue to ask.

Another sentence came from behind the curtain, "You try to have a good relationship with that young man in the future." The person behind the curtain did not explain the reason, Cai Lintao guessed the reason a little, so he nodded.

Once again, there was silence in the room.

It wasn't until a long time that a faint sentence floated out from behind the curtain.

"Go and see what is going on with that little beggar, either take it for yourself or ......"

Before he finished speaking, the night wind outside was whirring, and it was just right outside.

It's good out there, it's good for killing, or it's going to kill someone.

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Woo woo, here it is, it's another late chapter, good luck to you!