Chapter 55: The Stranger
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The more Xiao Che thought about it, the more he felt that his throat was dry and hoarse, as if he couldn't even sigh, and regretted: "Because my impulsiveness has tired the study." β
Dazhi hurriedly shook his head and said, "Young Master, I can't blame you. β
Xiao Che felt very guilty and said: "King Qi is eyeing the tiger, the current situation of the study is not good, but at this time, the Cangyun Kingdom has already pointed the finger at the study. β
Xiao Hong also persuaded: "Don't think about it, since it has happened, we can only look forward, besides, I don't blame you for this matter." β
She stared into Xiao Che's eyes and said in a deep voice: "If you think about it carefully, since Ye Shenshui, the son of the lord of Cangyun Country, is doing things for King Qi, it means that Cangyun Country intends to stand on King Qi's side, and the incident of Night Shenshui is just a gimmick. β
Xiao Che's eyes showed a contemplative light.
Xiao Hong thought for a moment: "In this way, King Qi's preparations are sufficient, and besides, we don't know what he is plotting with Huo Wuming, the head of Wanhe Winery. β
Xiao Che Huo Ran raised his head and said, "Dazhi, is there anyone else in Wanhe Winery besides Huo Wuming who has anything to do with this matter?"
Dazhi shook his head: "No." β
Xiao Che nodded: "Okay." β
Dazhi asked, "Young Master, what do you want to do?"
Xiao Che said in a deep voice: "I always feel that King Qi doesn't just want to merge with the study, and then become the king of the Xuanluo Dynasty. β
Dazhi: "That's?"
Xiao Che looked at Dazhi, then at Xiao Hong, and said, "Do you think King Qi will destroy the study and change the dynasty?"
Da Zhi and Xiao Hong both gasped: "If this is the case, will King Qi's ambition be too great? β
Xiao Che's eyes seemed to be looking into the distance, and he said faintly: "I hope I am wrong." β
After being silent for a while, Dazhi said: "Young Master, what should we do next?" Since we know that Xi Fan has betrayed the study, or..." Dazhi's gaze suddenly became as cold as a blade, and his body seemed to be flashing with murderous intent, and then said: "Kill him?"
Xiao Che thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Xi Fan is not in a hurry to move him. β
Dazhi asked, "The young master already has a plan in mind?"
Xiao Che nodded: "Sort of." β
Xiao Hong said: "Since you don't move Xi Fan, you want to move Wanhe Winery?"
Xiao Che said: "Yes. β
He turned to look at Dazhi and asked, "How is Huo Wuming's realm?"
Dazhi said: "I have inquired carefully, Huo Wuming has not been in the Spirit Ruins Realm for a long time, and he is much weaker than the black-robed man who intercepted and killed us before, if a few of us add Lao Hei, it should not be a big problem to kill him." β
Xiao Che's iron-like five fingers suddenly clenched his fists, and said coldly: "him." β
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Xiao Che and the elders at the top of the study didn't know anything about what they were plotting about, and even if they knew, they didn't bother to do this kind of thing with the nature of the study, because there were many things that the study was inconvenient to come forward, and similarly, Xiao Che and they couldn't do this in the name of the study's disciples, but Xiao Che could do anything for Nanxi study in the name of Xiao Che.
Since King Qi is playing so big, let's see who is the final winner in this competition.
Syllable...... Mu Wan'er stood up, her beautiful eyes were angry, and she couldn't help but shout: "Xi Fan really rebelled against the study?"
Dazhi carefully recounted what he had found and said, "That's it. β
Mu Wan'er stood up and said coldly, "I'll go find him." β
Xiao Che subconsciously grabbed her wrist and said in a deep voice: "Now is not the time to be impulsive, and this matter must not be put in the open." β
Mu Wan'er twitched her wrist, Xiao Che smiled awkwardly and let go of her palm, but a chill quietly flashed in Xiao Hong's eyes.
Mu Wan'er said: "I will help you with Huo Wuming's affairs, but Xi Fan, you already have a plan in your heart?"
Xiao Che nodded: "Yes, you just have to watch a good show when the time comes." β
Mu Wan'er asked again, "When will we start at Wanhe Winery?"
Xiao Che said: "Tomorrow at midnight." β
Mu Wan'er said: "Yes." β
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Following.
Wanhe Restaurant.
This is the largest restaurant opened by Wanhe Winery in Shendu City, and the manager of the restaurant is Huo Wuming.
The restaurant is mixed, shouting constantly, and there are scolding from time to time.
But all this seemed to have never fallen into his ears, and this man was dressed in a black shirt, and his whole body seemed to be buried in the darkness, sitting alone in the most remote corner of the building, drinking to himself, as if nothing but alcohol had anything to do with him.
Sunset molten gold.
He had been sitting here for about four or five hours, but there was no sign of leaving, and the cup in front of him was full and empty, empty and full, and so on.
Although Huo Wuming, the head of the matter, noticed him, he didn't care much about it, he just thought he was a drunkard.
At the door of the restaurant, an old figure walked slowly, he was indeed very old, his originally full cheeks were now a lot thinner, the wrinkles carved by the years were layered, there were still some life spots on his face, and a layer of dark circles under his eyes.
The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Old Han, are you here?"
He smiled and led the old man around the restaurant, but he couldn't find any seats, only the strange man who sat alone occupied a table, but there were still a lot of empty seats.
The shopkeeper smiled at the strange man who was drinking, and said, "Can the guest officer kindly give up a place to Han Lao? β
The strange man shook his head, and Han Lao's brows couldn't help frowning slightly, but at this moment, he suddenly heard the strange man continue: "It's not necessary to send me wine, as long as it doesn't affect my drinking, these seats can sit casually." β
Han Lao smiled and said, "The old man thanked me first, but..."
The strange man: "Just what?"
Han Lao continued: "It's just that I will have a few friends coming later, although there are a lot of vacant seats at this table, but..."
The strange man went on for him: "But there is still a seat missing?"
Han Lao smiled and took out three gold leaves from his arms, put them on the table, and said, "Your wine is considered to be old and you are invited to drink, and I hope it will be convenient." β
Although his voice sounded gentle, there was a faint hint of domineering, as if rejected by this strange man who cared about drinking.
In short, the voice and the request are uncomfortable.
The strange man poured a big sip of wine and said lightly: "I'm afraid that some friends are coming to be fake, and it's true that I don't want to share a table with me, a stranger." β
Feeling the atmosphere that was gradually becoming tense, the shopkeeper was panicked for a while and didn't know what to say, but it was not a way to say nothing, and then said: "Guest officer, Han Lao didn't mean that." β
The strange man glanced at him coldly and said, "Are you sure?"
Han Lao suddenly smiled and said, "If Your Excellency is not willing to make this convenient, then the old man will not force it." β
As soon as the words fell, his expression suddenly became extremely indifferent, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes suddenly deepened, and he said coldly: "It's just that your malicious speculation about old intentions is intolerable, don't young people nowadays even have the most basic respect for the elderly?"
The strange man glanced at him, and said lightly while drinking: "Then it depends on whom? The mention of the word 'respect' by someone like you is simply an insult to 'respect'." β
Han Lao's eyes became even colder, and he threatened: "The old man doesn't want to worry about the juniors, pick up the gold leaf on the table and roll it, otherwise you will bear the consequences, understand?"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in Wanhe Restaurant suddenly tensed, and everyone seemed to be able to see the flickering killing intent in the air.
The strange man suddenly laughed out loud and said, "It's still so naΓ―ve at a great age. β
Han Lao said coldly: "Who are you talking about?"
The weirdo sarcastically said, "I don't even know who I'm talking about, it's stupid." β
Han Lao's eyes flashed with a fierce essence, and the killing intent surging all over his body.
However, before he could make a move, the strange man had already slapped out with a palm, and the speed was like a thunderbolt, and it was fiercely imprinted on his chest.
Vermilion blood splashed like flying beads of jade.
A miserable cry came out, and I saw that Han Lao's body collapsed softly, revealing a kind of despair and powerlessness in his eyes.
Everyone's surprised expressions froze on their faces as if they had been enchanted, and no one expected that this strange man would be so neat and tidy.
The strange man shouted coldly, "Get out!"
After that, he no longer paid attention to the chaotic noise of the people around him and the angry cold eyes of the old man, and drank the wine by himself, as if nothing had happened.
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