This burst of laughter made Zhao Rang stand still.

He could clearly hear that the laughter was coming from the white stone house.

This indicates that there are people in the house.

And this is the house of the feather coat again.

So who the people in the house are, obviously.

Zhao Rang subconsciously glanced in the direction where the red-clothed child left.

He wondered if this kid had known that Feather Coat was in the house and was just deliberately deceiving himself?

Or was Ha Yi one of his masters, and he had already told him to do this, so to speak?

Zhao Rangzheng was thinking about it, and the window of the stone house slowly opened a crack, and a purple silk scarf flew out of it.

A silk scarf hung on the fence at the entrance of the courtyard.

Two fence stakes, just propping up both sides of the silk scarf, unfolded in front of Zhao Rang.

Zhao Rang took a few steps back.

His heels were now pressed against the cliff.

At the same time, he covered his mouth and nose and even wanted to close his eyes.

For an enemy who uses poison, there is no way to make himself absolutely safe, he can only do everything he thinks of in exchange for some peace of mind.

But soon he gave up closing his eyes.

Because Zhao Rang found that there were words written on this silk scarf.

The silk scarf is very thin, and if you are not careful with the words written on it, the ink will blur and turn into a lump of black.

However, the words on this silk scarf are very clear.

The writer deliberately controls the force, angle, and stroke to perfection.

The purpose is not to show Zhao Rang clearly, but to show off his such precise control.

Zhao Rang's eyes are very good, so he doesn't have to get close to see the words on the silk scarf.

Zhao Rang.

Zhao's family, Zhang Gongzi.

Age: about twenty-seven eight-eight.

Weapons: The last black steel knife in the Black Knife Hall.

Martial arts cultivation is: half-step four-grade, and the actual combat power is close to the three-grade grand master. The knife technique is extremely fast, and after getting the black steel knife, it is even more powerful.

Personality: impatient, righteous, usually hilarious, occasionally seeking quiet.

Other: Single without a partner, but in an ambiguous relationship with several women. There are also two or three friends, especially with Yuan Mingkong, the seventh prince of the northern realm of Dawei, who has an extraordinary relationship.

Zhao Rang read it word by word, but there was no expression on his face.

Although the words on the silk scarf have written him in great detail.

Whoever sees it will feel as if Zhao Rang is standing in front of him.

But the real old rivers and lakes will only scoff at such words.

Because people are too complicated.

It's so complicated that no one can tell what another person is like, even if you are his best friend, even his parents, wife and children!

There is only one way to understand people, which is to become friends or enemies with him, and then in the years of interaction, inch by inch, inch by inch, and then inch by inch.

After all, no one is going to end up with the same for the rest of their lives.

Even if there were, Zhao Rang didn't think he could touch it.

Therefore, these things on the silk scarf may be regarded as treasures by some people, but they have no feeling for Zhao Rang, and they are not even useful at all.

Because he doesn't have to know himself.

Not to mention that one of the most important things is written incorrectly in this message.

That is: it is not that after getting the black steel knife, he will be like a tiger. It's Zhao Rang's knife technique that can only be better displayed with a black steel knife.

The precedence may seem trivial, but it is actually subversive.

Even if the people in the room have investigated themselves very carefully, the most fundamental things are wrong, and the others are even more useless.

If the people in the house want to scare themselves just by this silk scarf and the words on it, then they will look down on people too much.

Shaking his head, Zhao Rang's mood had completely calmed down, and he felt that the people in the room didn't seem to be anything remarkable.

Although her poison is formless, her own knife is not necessarily slow.

Even if he was poisoned.

But he didn't have the slightest desire to beg for mercy, but was even more rigid.

When people reach the point where there is absolutely no way out, they will either give up completely, break the jar and break it, or they will burst out with several times or even dozens of times more power than usual, just like the sun at noon, so that the shadow cannot exist.

"I didn't expect you to read it carefully!"

When the door of the stone house was opened, a thick cloud drifted from the sky, blocking the daylight, and the mountain wind immediately became a little cool.

When Zhao Rang saw Yuyi for the first time, he felt that she was not a person, but a peacock.

Not only because of the colorful clothes on her body, but also because of her slender neck and proud posture.

Zhao Rang had never seen such a garment, which was almost entirely made up of pieces of cloth.

If the wind was stronger at the moment, maybe her body covered under the cloth would be exposed.

But each piece of cloth is cut in a very neat and elaborate way, and there is a beautiful knot at the top.

"When you write words, isn't it just for people to see? If you don't want to show me, why are you throwing out the silk scarf? ”

Yu Yi smiled.

Her smile is neither sweet nor coquettish, it is a completely new artistic conception.

Such a smile has never been seen even by a frequent visitor to Changchun Garden like Zhao Rang.

But he had to admit that Feather's smile was very affinity.

It's like a spring rose.

But it's late autumn now.

Spring is not there.

The roses have long since withered.

All that's left is the stinger on the branch of the rose!

Yu Yi smiled for a while, and when he saw that Zhao Rang was still indifferent, his brows furrowed slightly.

She could allow Zhao Rang to ignore the contents of her silk scarf, but she would never allow a man to ignore his smile.

Although she is already a generation older than Zhao Rang, women are women, and seniority cannot change what they are born with in their bones.

Especially those who are as talented as Yu Yi and have been in a high position for a long time are even more ingrained.

So her attitude towards Zhao Rang became cold all of a sudden.

It was colder than the mountain wind when the clouds obscured the sun just now.

"I was lying comfortably on the bed, but I heard movement outside, and then I saw that it was you coming, so I got up and talked to you."

"You mean, I'm disturbing your purity?"

"I don't mean anything!"

When a woman says she doesn't have anything, she probably must have.

It's like if you're not angry, you're not unhappy, you must be very angry and unhappy!

Zhao Rang is not a fool, nor is he a wood, of course he understands this.

If it were another girl, maybe he would be gentle, or even coaxed.

But for such a vicious old woman, no one must be interested...... Even if she looks beautiful, very friendly, and has an exotic and wild beauty.

Not to mention the relationship between her and Zhao Rang now, which is the murderer and the killed.

Such a relationship is the most wonderful relationship in the world.

Because there is no guarantee that the killer will be able to kill the other, no one can be sure who can stabilize the other between the two, and who should be more polite to whom.

"You don't know what I'm here for?"

"Of course I know, you're smitten by that bitch."

Zhao Rang couldn't help laughing.

He likes to see women jealous of each other, even name-calling, or insulting each other.

Anyway, he doesn't have a good impression of these two women, so he thinks it's more fun!

"Who's the bitch you're talking about?"

Feather Cloak pursed the corners of his mouth and said:

"Don't you know? I'm telling you, she's got to drill into anyone's bed, so you'd better be careful......"

As she spoke, her gaze slowly shifted downward.

Zhao Rang knew what she was talking about, but pretended not to understand, and replied:

"There are no absolutes in everything, at least she didn't drill my bed."

Feather robe sneered.

Of course, she didn't believe Zhao Rang's words.

For Tang Wanqing's ability, Yu Yi is very clear.

It's not just her yin wind poison, but also the kung fu she puts into men.

If Zhao Rang is an old man, if he has more than enough heart but not enough strength, Yu Yi may still believe that he is telling the truth.

But Zhao Rang is a young man in his twenties and strong blood.

At his age, as long as he has tasted it, he can't say that he will think about it as long as he calms down.

How can there be such a good concentration?

"Believe it or not, I'm not here to argue with you about this."

But the feather coat said unrelentingly:

"If you really don't have it, then you won't agree to her conditions!"

It can be seen that the feather coat is a little anxious.

Although Zhao Rang didn't know what Yu Yi was anxious about, she was in a hurry, which was by no means a bad thing for herself.

She made a lot of sense, so she didn't have to take off her clothes to convince me. Why should I say no to something that makes sense? What's more, it's good to me! ”

Yu Yi didn't answer, but turned around and said to Zhao Rang:

"Follow me."

The two had been talking on the fence of the small courtyard before.

After all, Zhao Rang was very jealous of this courtyard and the houses in the courtyard.

Now that the verbal confrontation is over, the jealousy in Zhao Rang's heart has disappeared, replaced by calmness!

So without any hesitation, he stretched out his hand to open the courtyard door, walked into the small courtyard, and followed behind Yu Yi.

However, when he was about to enter the room, Zhao Rang still stopped.

It was dark in the house.

There is also an unspeakably damp smell.

The fog in Baihe Mountain is thick, and there are streams and small rivers, which are much wetter than the rest of the northern border, but they are not so.

"Wait a minute."

Yu Yi didn't let Zhao Rang go in directly.

When she entered the house, she opened the only window.

But the window was built on the shady side, so it didn't help the house.

But the wind really blew in a lot, which made the smell in the house much lighter.

"Alright, come in!"

Zhao Rang stepped over the threshold and saw someone lighting a candle for the first time during the day.

The dragon and phoenix candles used in the night of the candles in the cave room are lit, which are as thick as a baby's arms!

Although Zhao Rang understands women, he has never experienced the cave room. Therefore, even if he could recognize that this was a dragon and phoenix candle, he didn't know why Feather Yi had to light such a pair of candles alone for most of the day.

"Nothing, this candle is brighter and burns longer!"

The explanation of the feather coat is very neat and makes sense.

The people of the rivers and lakes are not informal, and they never care about etiquette and religion. So nothing has to be fixed at when to use it.

I think it's too dark in the house, and I want a candle to shine, and it's understandable, regardless of what it's usually used for.

"You know what I'm here for, why did you invite me in."

Yu Yi said lightly:

"Your question is like I know you won't drink my tea, but I'm still making you tea."

The tea of the feather coat is very fragrant.

The color is verdant.

In late autumn, it is almost impossible to have such verdant tea leaves.

"Well, of course I won't drink it."

Zhao Rang said.

Yu Yi picked up the teapot, shook it gently for a moment, then poured the tea soup into the cup and said:

"But what if I told you that this is the antidote?"

Zhao Rang stared at the teacup, and then at the face of the feather coat.

In the candlelight, her face was a little whiter than outside, which was unreasonable.

"You think I'll believe it?"

Hagoromo didn't explain, but picked up the teacup, drank it all, and then poured another one.

"It doesn't prove that it's an antidote."

Zhao Rang said.

"But at least it proves that it's not poisonous, right?"

Zhao Rang still shook his head:

"Neither can we."

Feather robe asked rhetorically:

"Why?"

"Because you can take the antidote in advance!"

Feather Cloak smiled and said:

"Now I'm sure that bitch didn't undress or burrow into your bed."

Zhao Rang is a reasonable person.

People who can be reasonable care about logic very much.

He would think about everything many times in reverse until he felt that there were no loopholes before making a decision.

What's more, she had promised Tang Wanqing to kill Yuyi, and she had no reason to give herself the antidote directly.

"Well, since you don't believe this, then I'll say something you can believe."

Harob moved the teacup inside.

"That bitch told you the truth, but she hid the most important point."

"That's what I'm here to do, not what I want to do. In a sense, it's the same as when you came to me. ”

Zhao Rang came to find the feather coat for the antidote, and also to complete the request of the white crane and the uncle.

But in the final analysis, it is because I have been poisoned, so I am controlled by others.

Hagoromo said the same as himself.

Could it be that she is also subject to others?

Zhao Rang couldn't believe what she said so quickly, so he could only listen quietly and wait for her to continue.

"How many conditions did you promise Tang Wanqing?"

Zhao Rang thought for a moment and replied:

"Three."

He thought that Feather Coat would then ask which three conditions they were, but he didn't expect Feather Coat to say:

"Then I'll tell you three things."

"The first thing, you are not poisoned, I am the one who was poisoned."

Zhao Rang asked:

"What else?"

"The second thing, the poison in me, although I have an antidote, but I can't solve it, so I can only ask my disciples to grab ordinary medicinal materials, decoction and take them, and use them to suppress them. But I didn't kill them, and they really just went to help me get the medicine. ”

The second thing Zhao Rang was silent for a long time after listening to it, and then continued to ask:

"What about the third piece?"

Feather Coat smiled dismally and said:

"The third thing is that if you had stabbed me just now, you would have died."

Zhao Rang hooked the corners of his mouth, and when the three words "I don't believe it" in his heart had risen to his throat, his throat suddenly felt a trace of coldness.

Under the dim candlelight.

There are several almost transparent silk threads around the index finger of his right hand.

A needle hangs from the end of the silk thread.

The tip of the needle was impartial and stopped at Zhao Rang's throat.

"Although your knife is fast, my poison needle is at least three times faster than yours!"