The figure of the shadow has no shadow in the rainy night.

The figure of the shadow walked into a street.

There was a dim light in this street, and the light kept flickering in the rainy night, and it was the light from a lantern, and the light in the lantern struggled desperately in the rainy night.

The shadow came to the lantern, and he saw a signboard with only two words written on it, 'Restaurant', and the shadow walked into the restaurant.

The restaurant is not very big, but it is not small, and there are several tables of guests sitting in it at the moment, they are drinking, and they have wine jugs on their tables.

The sword in Shadow's hand rested lightly on a table, and he sat down, he smelled the smell of 'clear soup noodles', which was indeed very fragrant.

This rainy night really needed such a heat supplement, Shadow shook his head, and water droplets suddenly fell from his hair.

The shadow's scabbard was particularly attractive under the reflection of the small oil lamp in the restaurant, and the shopkeeper who rushed over was a middle-aged man, and his eyes showed light.

"What do you need?" the shopkeeper greeted.

"A bowl of 'clear soup noodles'," Shadow still had water dripping from his hair, Shadow lowered his head, he felt his body was cold, he felt his body start to shiver.

"You should have a jug of wine, you should be cold right now," Shadow heard a voice, unfamiliar, coming from another table.

"I'm cold in my heart, but my body is hot, and I'm hot and hot right now. The shadow touched his face, and he felt his body just heat up.

The heat came quickly, and in a hurry, and the shadow rubbed his eyes with his hands, and he saw that the teapot on the table had become two.

"Your heart is cold because you just died of your friend, your body is hot, it's because you have started to have a fever, it just so happens that I have a friend who knows how to treat medicine, he specializes in treating fever," the voice began to move. The shadow saw a man sitting across from him.

The figure was shaking, and the shadow felt that the face of this person was familiar, and he seemed to have this figure in his mind.

"Your friend seems to be a half-immortal?" said Shadow.

"My friend is not a half-immortal, he doesn't know fortune telling, he only treats people, I once had a fever, and the fever was very bad," the man said with a sneer.

"How powerful?" said Shadow.

"I burned so much that I actually took the little piano next door as my wife," this humane said.

"Who is Xiaoqin?" said Shadow.

"Xiaoqin is not human!" this humane said. As he spoke, the man poured out two glasses of wine.

"Xiaoqin is not human?" Shadow was a little incredulous.

"Yes, Xiaoqin is not human," Shadow heard another voice, a voice familiar to him, it was a friend of his.

"You know the story, too?" said the man's familiar voice to the shadow, a hint of anger on the man's face.

"This little piano is either a big flower dog or a little cow," the familiar voice continued, and the shadow of the voice felt right in the ears.

"You know all this esoteric story, who are you?" said humane.

"I've heard this story, so I know that you can say that this little piano can be called a big flower dog or a little cow, but now you can't say an adult," Shadow felt his body begin to float, the last sound he heard.

The shadow was already lying on the table, his face was red, his body was shaking, he had begun to dream, but the shadow had no memory of this dream.

The first thing the shadow woke up was, he felt very thirsty, he wanted to drink water, he wanted to drink a lot of water, he felt a figure floating in front of him, this was the figure of a girl.

The figure floated gently in front of the shadow, she held a bowl of water in her hand, and the shadow drank the water he wanted, he felt that the bowl of water was very spicy, but the bowl of water was also delicious.

The shadow entered the dream again, he dreamed of a broken arm, the broken arm was holding an arm in his hand, he was crying hard, he seemed to be very aggrieved.

He also dreamed of a beautiful osmanthus tree, which was full of branches, and there were many butterflies flying, and he tried to catch them, but they flew very high.

Xiao looked at the shadow in front of him with tears, his heart was dripping blood. The shadow had been unconscious for a night and a half, he was saying words that no one understood, and he was desperately shouting the name of the severed arm.

"He's just having a fever, and now it's starting to go away, so there should be no problem," Shadow was given the pulse by a very old doctor, who had a beard, and his beard had begun to turn white.

"He seemed to be very sad, he was a little too sad," the older doctor added. After speaking, he came to a table, prescribed a prescription, and handed it to Zhang Fan, who was standing at the table.

Zhang Fan quickly followed this person out of the room, and there were Li Qing and Lonely standing in the room, and his lonely eyes quietly looked at the shadow lying on the bed.

"Who is the person in the restaurant?" asked Li Qing.

"A very ordinary man," said Lonely.

"He has a sword in his hand?" Li Qingdao.

"Nope. "Lonely said.

"He has a knife in his hand?" Li Qingdao.

"No!" said Lonely.

"How can you conclude that he is a killer, he must kill the shadow in front of him?" Li Qingdao.

"There's a murderous aura in him, I'm a swordsman, I can feel it," Lonely said.

"You killed him?" Li Qingdao.

"No!" said Lonely.

"Why didn't you kill him?" Li Qingdao.

"Because his murderous aura comes and disappears quickly, when I walk up to the shadow, there is no murderous aura on his body, and I have no reason to kill him," said Lonely.

Li Qing knew that this reason was very sufficient, because this was the reason for loneliness to say, in his eyes, loneliness did not say much, but loneliness must not lie.

"Who could this person be?" Xiao Tear finally said.

"Such a person is the most terrifying, he can take back his murderous aura," Li Qing said, trying to imagine the scene.

"This is not a simple person, have you ever seen him?" Xiao asked Lonely with tears,

"No!" replied Lonely.

"This man is carrying a burden?" Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

"No! he hadn't left when I left," said Lonely.

"You sent the shadow here?" Li Qingdao said.

Li Qing looked at this room carefully, this room was very warm, it was a warm place, and the shadow's body was covered with a big red quilt.

"I know this place is the hottest place at night, the shadow is feverish, and he needs a girl to serve him," said Lonely.

Li Qing understood his explanation, a man must not be able to take care of another sick man, and a sick man can only be taken care of by a woman.

In the rainy night, if you want to find such a woman, you can only go to Wanhualou, where there are the most women and many women in Wanhualou, you will definitely be able to find a woman who will take care of men.

That's the benefit of Wanhualou!

But this is also the disadvantage of Wanhualou!

When Li Qing received the news, he happened to be at the Yuelai Inn, Ning Er happened to be by his side, and the sensible Ah Chen was also by his side.

The sensible Ah Chen doesn't know the story of the shadow, but he knows Wanhualou, and he also knows that Ning'er is Li Qing's daughter-in-law.

He looked at Li Qing strangely with eyes that women could understand, and Zhang Fan, who came to look for Li Qing, he knew that this old man was not simple.

"You came to find our young master, just to see a friend in Wanhua Tower?" the sensible Ah Chen asked Zhang Fan, who was in the dust.

"Yes, it's a friend," Zhang Fan said calmly.

"How could this friend be in the Wanhua Building?" The sensible Ah Chen was a little worried about his young master, and he asked very carefully.

"Because there are the most girls in Wanhualou, this friend needs a girl to take care of," Zhang Fan said.

Li Qing felt that the sensible Ah Chen had a lot of words today, and none of his words could get to the point, and Ning Er's face in front of him had changed.

Ning'er is a big girl, although she entered Wanhualou for the first time, and she entered and exited through a window, but she had already guessed what this Wanhualou was.

The place that men like to go to at night must not be a good place, she pouted and returned to her room, and Li Qing heard the sound of the door shut.

The explanation of loneliness now is exactly the same as the scene when he came, so Li Qing didn't want to ask about the loneliness in front of him anymore, the lonely face was pale, and the sword in his hand was tightly covered.

"This man is very smart now, he is removing the power around me," Xiao said with tears as he left the bed where the shadow was lying, and as he left, he gently moved the quilt for the shadow with his hand.

"His purpose is just for you?" Li Qingdao.

"My head isn't worth much," Xiao said with tears in his eyes, and he shook his head.

"But my head is valuable," Mr. Li said. Li Qing remembered the guys in the West Village.

"Your head is worth a lot?" Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

"Yes, it seems to be worth 100,000 taels of silver now," Li Qingdao.

"That's not a small number, but his number is not right," Xiao said with tears.

"This number is wrong?" Li Qing was a little puzzled, he heard the guy say 100,000 taels.

"If I bid, it must be gold, and it must be a sufficient amount of 100,000 taels of gold, and your head should be worth this price!" Xiao said his price in tears.

"This price is not too high, should you be able to make a counteroffer?" Li Qing smiled.

"How much are you going to sell your head?" Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

"I'm ready to don't want money, I'm ready to send my head, as long as he can come," Li Qing said, Li Qing rubbed his nose.

"Send your head?" Xiao Tear didn't understand.

"Yes, give me my head, this head is not fun at all," Li Qing said with a smile.

Xiao Tear was speechless for a moment, there are still people in this world who dislike their heads, but this person is standing in front of him now, looking at him with a smirk.

"I'll also send my sword," Li Qing said again, and then he heard the shadow coughing, and the shadow seemed to be awake, and the sad man was now awake.

"Your sword is worth more than your head," Shadow said as he lay on the bed and said the first sentence, which seemed very weak.

The drizzle in Guzhou City had stopped in the early morning, but at this moment, Li Qing felt a trace of cold air in the room, and this cold air was very cold.

This cold air Li Qing felt for the first time.