Fengyulou is the most prestigious restaurant in Yanbian City, and of course it is also located in the most prosperous area of Yanbian City. It's a coincidence... The most prosperous places in the cities of the Snow Country are all on the side of the city square.

Huang Thirteen followed Heishi to the left for dozens of steps, and then walked into the Fengyulou Restaurant. At this time, the restaurant was quite lively, and the drinkers seemed to be discussing the matter of the visitors from Middle-earth.

Lieutenant Blackstone shouted at the top of his throat, and suddenly there was a burst of chickens and dogs jumping, and then there was silence. It can be seen that Heishi is very famous in Yanbian Province, but it is also very bad.

After a while, Arashi and Heishi were cautiously invited by the shopkeeper of the restaurant to the private room on the second floor, which was still a first-class private room facing the square in the city.

When the table was clothed with delicacies, the two men carried a stone tripod containing wine into the private room, and presented two sea bowls, which were the necessary drinking utensils for the captain of Heishi.

The moment the wine was brought in, Arasan couldn't help but stir his nose, just smelling the wine, it was many times more mellow than the barley wine brewed in the town at the foot of the Great Wilderness Mountain, so Arasan smiled happily.

Heishi didn't say much, grabbed the scoop in the wine ding, and added a bowl of wine to the desolate thirteen, the wine was as mellow as oil, quite a bit of viscous taste, poured into the bowl and floated a layer of green foam, like ants, the whole light green like amber, so the wine was named Green Ant. The fragrance is pleasant, and the light meaning is strong.

Arazo couldn't wait to grab the wine bowl and drink, his eyes showed a little intoxication, and he breathed a sigh of relief after a long time. This wine is a little more mellow than the barley wine at the banquet of the government.

"Hahaha..... So that the thirteen little brothers know that the green ant wine of this wind and rain building, that is, my black stone is here, can only drink the best quality. ”

Looking at the smug look on Heishi's face, Arakusan pursed his lips slightly. There is such a feeling, how tasteless and tasteless he has been the overlord of the Great Wilderness Mountain for so long! Could it be that the world is still good? Yanbian Province on the border of the Snow Country is still like this, so how beautiful can the distant Middle-earth world be?

In the faint melancholy, Wild Thirteen didn't want to pay attention to the black stone opposite him for a moment, and poured bowls of wine into his stomach one after another, not to mention how comfortable it was.

Heishi did not have a different color, but accompanied the Wild Thirteen with a smile, and the delicacies on the table were not moved, and the two of them drank a full of green ant wine.

Arazo looked at the black stone sitting opposite, and the black stone at this time seemed to be lying on the table softly because he was not strong enough to drink.

It's boring...... Although Arajusan had never really competed with Blackstone, his natural intuition told him that this big man with a dark complexion like stone was by no means easy to match. When the wine was drunk here, his intoxication came entirely from the refreshment in his heart, and his mind was not half blurred. From this point of view, it seems that the strength is no less than his black stone, how can he get drunk? Moreover, he drank most of the wine in Dingzhong.

So, what was Blackstone's behavior?

Arasan got up and went to the window, pushed open the window of the private room, and was greeted by the city square of Yanbian Mansion. In the land of snow, the days are short and the nights are long, and before you know it, it is dark outside the window. The night breeze is blowing, and the heart is more comfortable, which makes people want to shout wantonly.

"The clouds are rising and the sun is sinking, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings. ”

Huang Thirteen looked out the window and whispered a poem, which was what he had learned from reading in the past two days, looking at the night outside and the gusts of night wind, he felt quite picturesque, so he learned Shen Tujia to pretend to nod.

"The thirteen little brothers followed the descendants of the cultivators and learned a lot of sour things!"

Listening to the voice of the black stone behind him, Arazo showed a little disdain. As for the descendants of the cultivators in the other party's mouth, Huang Jusan knew that he was referring to Shen Tujia, and that night he already knew the boring story of the two ways of witch cultivation tens of thousands of years ago.

"Captain Blackstone seems to be a little hostile to the guests of Middle-earth, huh?" said Arajusan as he sat back at the table and looked at Blackstone.

"Hmph......" Heishi snorted coldly, "I'm not a man who has forgotten my ancestors, my clan has accumulated blood debts for tens of thousands of generations, how can it be so easy to fill?" Suddenly, the murderous atmosphere in the private room of the restaurant was rampant.

Or maybe it's really drunk, Heishi didn't hide his monstrous hatred in front of the Wild Thirteen, and told the mighty war between the two witches hundreds of thousands of years ago, which was full of sycophancy and cold-blooded murder.

Arasan sat by and just listened quietly, and compared it with the story that Shen Tujia told that night, and the two versions of the story that described the same thing were very different except for the same ending.

In Blackstone's story, the monks of Middle-earth are described as sinister and cunning, doing all kinds of evil, and they are simply inferior to beasts.

In this regard, Kuashi felt that what Shen Tujia said should be more credible, after all, as the victor of the witchcraft battle, he was generous enough to be able to tell it realistically, while on the other hand, Heishi, his emotions were obviously too heavy.

When it comes to the story behind the defeat of the Wudao people and their retreat to the Far North, the Wild Thirteen is very curious.

It turns out that the flame of the inheritance of the Wudao people has never been extinguished, hidden in the snow country - the military government, and has dreamed of counterattacking Middle-earth for countless years, and has worked hard for many years. It's a pity that unrealistic dreams are always just dreams, and after all, they can't compete with the passage of time.

In the end, the witches finally lost themselves in the long river of years, and the once prosperous civilization withered away, if it weren't for the late prime minister Wen Qugong a hundred years ago, he would have completely walked on the road of degeneration into beasts and never returned.

There is always something special about everything, and there are still a small number of witches who have not forgotten the blood feud of hundreds of thousands of years ago. Together with the other shamans, they hid in the Snow Country, the Military, and came together in the dark because of their blood-stained beliefs, and became known as the Blood Alliance.

But even in the Snow Country, where there are already very few witches, the Blood Alliance is even more insignificant, and maybe one day it will silently disappear.

"It's hateful!" Black Stone snorted angrily and threw a punch into the air, and the wind suddenly stirred.

For the so-called revenge of the Blood Alliance, the Wild Thirteen scoffed, but they were able to pass on such boring and boring feelings for so long, and the pity couldn't help but make people respect.

Don't think about it, Hei Shi, who was sitting opposite, must be a member of the so-called Blood Alliance, if this is the case, Shen Tujia and Xue Linlang will be in danger at the moment, and the face of Yi Huang Thirteen immediately became gloomy.

"In any case, on the southern continent, it was the witches who betrayed first. Arasan said in a cold tone.

Blackstone was surprised that Arajusan knew about this even older past, but it was immediately replaced by a monstrous rage.

"I haven't experienced the stories on the southern continent back then, and it's hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and I can't make a choice. But now I really have the inheritance of the blood of hatred. ”

Wild Thirteen understood the other party's words, and the betrayal of the witches of the Southern Continent, he Heishi didn't know, and he couldn't interfere. But he was sure that the reason why the Wudao people had fallen to this point now was because of the war of witchcraft. It's a shameless concept, but why do you want to flaunt your feelings so noblely?

Suddenly, Arajusan had a good impression of Blackstone and was full of disdain. He laughed angrily, "You invited me to drink today, and you talked so much, do you want me to join that blood alliance?"

"The thirteen little brothers are really smart, although I don't know where you got the Wu Dao exercises, after all, the thirty-six scenes of the Wu Dao are only hidden in the military mansion, but these don't matter. I can feel that your cultivation is not weak at a young age, and if you join us, you will definitely be able to obtain all the thirty-six scenes of the Witch Road in the future. ”

"I admire you!"

Hearing this, Arasan got up suddenly, pulled out his back teeth from behind, split the air and pointed at Heishi's head, the strong wind stirred, and the delicacies on the table were shattered in an instant, and the wooden doors and windows of the private room were also torn open by the strong wind, and the momentum was surging.

"Your so-called revenge only makes me sick. ”

"Also, if Shen Tujia and Linlang hurt a hair, I will definitely cramp you and rip your bones. ”

Heishi on the other side was still sitting there, without a trace of anger on his face, but with great relief.

"Tsk...... I think your face should not be under twenty years old, right? Rare...."

"Even if you say that, I will only appreciate you more. ”

For the performance of Heishi's hob meat, Arasan snorted coldly in disgust, kicked open the broken window and jumped down, like a roc spreading his wings, sliding towards the post house in Yanbian Mansion.

Heishi, who was sitting in the wind and rain building, picked up a bowl of sake and drank it to himself, "As a sign that I appreciate you, I will tell you in advance, even if you rush back now, I believe it will be too late." Trouble for me to take the corpse of a visitor from Middle-earth. ”

"Again, I appreciate you very much, and I appreciate ...... more and more."

Wild Thirteen flew towards the post house, and he heard Heishi's last words clearly, so he was anxious at the moment.

Shen Tu Jia's old man is okay, it's a big deal to sacrifice the blood of Heishi's dog head in front of his spirit, and it is a short teacher-student friendship. But what about Xue Linlang? He didn't know what he could do if that elf-like little lady died.

Commanding the beasts from the Great Barren Mountains to bulldoze the Snow Country? Even then he will have a grudge that will not be quenched.

At this time, when the night had come, the thought that he had actually talked to the madman of Kuroshi for so long, Arajusan felt a mixture of remorse. The night wind was cold, but his gaze at this time was so cold that it could freeze the cold wind.

Xiao Linlang, you must not have an accident......

Let's say that Shen Tujia and Xue Linlang returned to the small courtyard of the post house, the old man Shen Tujia fell asleep drunk, and Xue Linlang returned to her room, it seemed that she had eaten at the banquet of the mansion, and she couldn't sleep when she was tossing and turning on the bed.

She remembered that at today's banquet, Arajusan had left early, leaving her alone and bored, it was so bad that the little girl was so coquettish that she threw a punch into the air, as if she saw the air under the pink fist as someone.

A little and timidly vented, but still no sleep. The night is getting deeper, and I don't know where the thirteenth brother has gone, and he hasn't come back yet.

After hiding her head in the quilt for a while, Xue Linlang put on embroidered shoes and walked out of her room in thin clothes, the night was very cold, but she was sick, and she liked cold and was afraid of heat since she was a child.

After wandering around the small courtyard for a while, Xue Linlang pushed open the room next to her room, which was supposed to belong to the Wild Thirteen.

Yanbian Mansion was silent in the middle of the night, and three black shadows came out of the dark corner of the city silently, leaning in the darkest shadow in the corner of the wall, and galloped towards the post house in Yanbian Mansion at great speed.

These three people seemed to be very familiar with the layout of Yanbian Fucheng, and easily avoided the wide and crowded neighborhoods and the night watchmen in the city, jumped eight or nine steps, and landed silently, with a posture like a ghost walking at night.

The desolate thirteen came by the wind, the high wall of the Yanbian Mansion Post House has come into view, he took a step in the gallop, the thick bluestone slab was smashed by his foot, three steps later, he jumped up like a goshawk, and the towering courtyard wall of the post house was stepped over by him. But when he fell into the small courtyard, it was like a flying feather falling to the ground, and there was silence.

This is the post house in Yanbian Mansion, where Xue Linlang and Shen Tujia live, relying on their sensitive hearing to perceive it, and there seems to be no movement, which makes him feel a little at ease. But then I thought that if he assassinated Shentu Jia's grandson and kept the other party without making a sound, maybe now the two of them have become cold corpses, right?

Trying hard to suppress the churning emotions in his heart, the first question he had to face when he calmed down a little was which courtyard did Shen Tujia and Xue Linlang live in?

At this time, the night was quiet and silent, and Arashi keenly captured every trace of noise around him, the wind shook the branches, the wind passed through the leaves, and no sound could escape his perception.

Suddenly, "squeak...... it was the sound of someone pushing open the wooden door, albeit faintly.

Wild Thirteen's eyes lit up, and the body that was flying in the air slammed into the waist, waving his arms and spinning up, and forcibly changed direction in the air, rushing towards the direction where the voice came.

When he arrived at the small courtyard, he was confronted by a brightly lit room, and the bright candle flame of the room reflected a dark figure in front of the window, and it was clear that the figure was holding a full moon scimitar in his hand, as if he was about to slash forward.

"Duh......"

Wild Thirteen let out a sigh of rage, his body rushed towards the room like a cheetah, the back teeth in his hand smashed into the solid stone wall of the room, and the fifteen mountain bears leaned on, and now even if he did not open the witch body, which was what he once called the "transcendent state", he could easily use this killing move.

Like a wild bear king from the deep mountains, on the back teeth where all the power of destruction and decay was gathered, a sharp and piercing phoenix roar sounded, and the solid and heavy stone wall was pierced by him like window paper.

Suddenly, the stone flew towards the figure in the room with sparks, and the person seemed to be a little frightened by the unexpected mutation, but he came back to his senses in an instant, and the full moon scimitar in his hand cut out a circle of arcs in front of him, like mercury pouring on the ground, and held up a silver cover in front of him that water could not splash. The flying stones that shot were cut into pieces by the full moon scimitar like tofu, or fell into pieces, or were directly picked apart. Chaotic and calm.

Wild Thirteen burst out of the rocks, withdrew the back teeth, and leaned forward in a chapter, and there was actually a smell of covering the sky and the sun in the palm of one hand.

As soon as he entered the room, Arazo learned that Xue Linlang was not here, so he had no intention of killing the other party with one blow, so capturing the other party was the only option to keep it useful.

The huge palm fell from above, like a dark cloud covering the figure without leaks, and the blow that Arajusan thought was bound to hit unexpectedly missed.

The black shadow did not panic in the slightest when he grabbed it, and his body suddenly twisted and squatted, and opened a distance from Arasa Thirteen's palm, although this distance was short, but it was enough for him, enough for him to withdraw the full moon scimitar that he had chopped, and the tip of the knife stabbed into Arazo's palm.

Wild Thirteen sighed lightly, a little surprised by the other party's lightning-like reaction, a palm flipped over, changed the palm to a hand knife, and cut straight in. The body turned around like a swallow in the air, dodging the scimitar stabbed by the other party.

But the black shadow killer's martial arts were not weak at all, between the lightning and flint, the curled and twisted body suddenly opened, and the force of the collapse took the body to the side of the straight cut, and the scimitar immediately slashed towards the arm of the wild thirteen.

Wild Thirteen didn't dare to be careless at all, and the hand knife turned into a whisk again, as strong and continuous as the night wind, strangely bypassing the blade of the full moon scimitar, and slapped a palm on the blade of the scimitar.

"Bang ......"

The two in the darkness finally collided together, and the sound intersected like gold and stone.