Qianluo's back was torn, a shocking blood mark was revealed, and blood splattered between his mouth and nose at the same time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 However, he has been training for many years under the training of Yaoli, and his body can be described as quite strong, and when he got up, he didn't look bad. At that moment, he didn't even look at the store, and even ignored the pointing and sneering of the pedestrians on the surrounding street, and walked away from the "Baorentang".

Although Wu Chun is a Heavenly Mandate Master, he can't be lawless and kill civilians in broad daylight, and if he really does this, he will inevitably be summoned and questioned by the Heavenly Mandate Hall and punished heavily. He couldn't kill Qianluo, but he didn't intend to make him feel better, that whip would have broken at least a few of his bones according to his expectations, otherwise how could he dissipate the anger in his heart?

"Boy, I've already said hello to all the shops in the city, and none of them will sell you 'Fire Pattern Grass'. Wu Chun looked at Qianluo's back, and suddenly opened his mouth and laughed wildly.

Qianluo's footsteps froze, his clothes shook without wind, and he didn't say a word, and strode away.

Wu Chun shuddered suddenly, and felt that as soon as he spoke, an inexplicable evil aura was projected from Qianluo's back, making his heart palpitate. Immediately, he smiled to himself, turned to Liu Yuan and said, "This kid's back doesn't look like a dog?" ”

Liu Yuan didn't smile, squinted and watched Qianluo's figure gradually disappear, suddenly turned his head, and said solemnly to Wu Chun: "Young master, you don't know this kid, he has been working under me for nearly two years, this kid is smart and witty, resourceful, and more able to bend and stretch, he has his own yardstick in his heart, and he will not fight for a moment, and if he stays, he will become a confidant, so he must not stay." I will personally lead the people, catch him up, and make him disappear silently, don't you take a fancy to his maid? ”

Liu Yuan knew that Liu Chun had offended Qianluo miserably today, and the two would become a mortal enemy that was difficult to unravel, and with his understanding of Qianluo, "Baorentang" was afraid that there would be no more peace, so if he wanted to never suffer again, there was only one hundred.

"My big shopkeeper, I think you are getting older and less courageous, a lowly species like an ant, as for you to treat it so carefully?" Wu Chunda disagreed, folding the fan and shaking it gently, he had a bit of wisdom and far-reaching mastery, "His maid has to have a 'fire pattern grass' every day to pull out the cold poison in her body and prolong her life, and I have already said hello to all the shops in the city, I can't buy 'fire pattern grass', I am not afraid of the day when he does not come back and kneel and beg me." When the time comes, hehe, I will not only let my maid take possession, but also make him a slave, and do a lifetime of hard labor in our 'Baorentang', -- don't you praise this kid for his ability, then naturally you have to squeeze him to the limit, how can it be enough to do it for a year or two? ”

Liu Yuan was stunned and hesitated: "It turns out that the young master has such a full plan, but this kid is ......."

"Alright, shut up. Wu Chun became impatient, "Needless to say, this kid is just a pariah, he will be crushed to death at will, even if he is lucky enough to become a Heavenly Mandate Master, what can he do? My father, who is the chief of the 1,000 heavy armor soldiers guarding the city, Sima Yuan, raised his hand, it was enough to suppress him to bow his head, and obediently offer the maid." Hmph, it's rare for Lord Ben to find something interesting to pass the boring time, and you're in bad mood. ”

Liu Yuan nodded, and finally felt relieved, feeling as if he was really making a big fuss, -- Wu Chun himself was a Heavenly Mandate Master, and the entire Wu family behind him was one of the few powerful families in Baisha Pavilion City, especially his father Wu Yuan, who was a very important giant in the city, a lowly commoner in Qianluo District, could he really go to heaven?

Leaving the "Baoren Hall" and turning a street corner, Qianluo did not fly home, but wrapped his left hand in his sleeve and stood quietly in the shadows. Inside the wide left sleeve, a white light the size of a goose egg gradually lit up. It wasn't until half a ring, making sure that Liu Yuan hadn't sent someone to chase after him, that he secretly loosened his cuffs, and the white light slowly dissipated, and he silently turned around and walked home. He lowered his head, his brows furrowed, his face couldn't help but change, and a hint of gloom flashed from time to time, until the thatched house of his house was far away, and he slowed down. And after this quick walk, the wound on his back became more and more torn, and the blood soaked the entire back robe dark red, but he didn't realize it.

Qianluo is not a blindly crude and ruthless person, on the contrary, the embarrassing and dangerous experience since he was a child has made him develop a cautious and deep and thoughtful character, although he knows that Liu Chun is unlikely to kill him in broad daylight, but there is always no big mistake in being careful, it is really a crazy guy who has lost his mind, regardless of it, then he has lost not only his own little life, but also Sister Xian Xue, who is more important than his own life, will also be humiliated.

The consequences are too serious, and he is too weak at the moment, but he has to be cautious. And if this guy really sent someone to kill him blatantly, then he would have to use his life-saving hole card, and at that time, his plan for many years would undoubtedly be completely disrupted, and now that Liu Yuan did not send someone to chase him, he was still secretly relieved in his heart.

Walking slowly to the front of the hut, this distance had completely calmed Qianluo's rather rapid breathing. Quietly pushed open the firewood door, and saw two bedrooms, a kitchen, a total of three thatched huts, and a trace of cooking smoke coming out of the kitchen, Qianluo was relieved.

He rubbed his cheeks vigorously, rubbed away the inexplicable cruel and ferocious color, became soft again, and even a smile flashed, deliberately pushed the door open, and immediately walked quickly to the bedroom, shouting happily: "Sister Xian Xue, I'm back." ”

"Ah, why did you come back so early today? The porridge has just been cooked. The soft, cold voice like the morning breeze stirring the strings sounded again, and said in surprise.

"I'll go back to my room and rest for a while, and I'll talk to you when I'm eating. ”

As if realizing something, the kitchen fell silent, and the voice did not ring again.

Slipped into the bedroom and closed the door, Qianluo breathed a sigh of relief. The bedroom was unusually simple, with nothing left except a bed, a crooked wooden stool, and a mottled bronze mirror. Qianluo slowly took off his outer robe, stuffed it under the bed, then took out a small porcelain bottle from under the pillow, leaned sideways in front of the bronze mirror, and carefully applied the black black black powder to the terrifying wound on the back that was drawn out by Liu Chun, and there was still blood oozing out.

As soon as the medicinal powder was applied, a huge pain like a fire rose, Qianluo's cheeks twitched, the muscles all over his body trembled uncontrollably, and a layer of fine beads of sweat soon oozed out of his forehead. He bit his lip tightly, and didn't let out a moan.

After half a sound, the fierce medicine finally passed, and the blood from the wound behind it had stopped, and it obviously began to heal, Qianluo let out a long breath, and said to himself: "This medicine is easy to use, but it is easy to use, but the momentum is a little stronger, and I will have to consider it next time, lest the injury is not enough to be fatal, but it will be painful to death when applying the medicine, and the joke can be big." ”

After working in the "Baoren Hall" for two years, Qian Luo Ke learned a lot of secret recipes from the pharmacists in the hall.

With a white cloth, the wound was hastily tied, and then a new robe was pulled from the head of the bed, covered outside, and rubbed his face vigorously, making his pale face look more ruddy, standing in front of the bronze mirror and taking a closer look, there was no trace at all, and Qian Luo nodded with satisfaction.

"Qianluo, it's time to eat. At this moment, the soft voice came again.

"It's coming. Qianluo went out and walked quickly into the kitchen.

The kitchen is also simple, only one pot, one stove, one wooden table, two wooden stools, and at this time a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old in front of the pot is standing in front of the stove to serve white porridge.