Chapter Seventy-One: Whispering

The ninth day of the tenth lunar month.

There are still a few days before the Fuso Festival, but there is no sign of a grand event in the city.

On the contrary, it is bleak.

The rain in Fuso City was not falling, but the black and oppressive clouds were almost overwhelming.

Black clouds crush the city, and the people in the city have gone and scattered.

On weekdays, the shop that rarely opens the door to do business during the day, now it is simply closed, and there are more than half of the people in the restaurant flower lane where the beauty sings and dances.

Even if it is a lively restaurant like Yifanglou and Baishuzhai, which has never lacked customers, at this time, it is not easy to talk about business, but it is a little deserted.

After all, even fools can see that the war between this Xiaomen and the four major families is imminent, who knows where they will fight first. In case you are greedy for a few floors of wine and lose your little life, you really can't do it.

Not counting the Owl Gate, but the Sun family and the other three families are already in good shape, and they may be able to fight one day.

In such a tense city, the smarter people have already hurried out of the city, and the rest of the city are either poor people who can't get out of the city for the rest of their lives, and high-ranking people who want to stay in the city and watch.

The poor man doesn't need to say much, he can't leave even if he wants to.

It's interesting to be a good person.

Hold the bold to death, starve the faint to death.

The Owl Sect and the four major families have been fighting for so many years, and it is impossible for everyone to want to be attached to these two forces. In Fusang City, where hundreds of thousands of people are located, there are always people who want to set up their own portals, but just before the Xiaomen and the four major families were in full swing, these people who wanted to set up their own portals could only think about it.

Waiting for this opportunity to come, how could these masters leave the city in disgrace? Wouldn't it be beautiful if the four great families and the Xiaomen fought to the death, and the high-ranking people would jump out and make a profit? Even if they didn't get this, the Xiaomen and the four major families would be greatly injured, and if they saw each other again, they would be able to snatch a few pieces of meat from the tiger's mouth.

No matter how bad it is, mix it up, paddle it, and it's still no problem.

Since there must be a battle between the Xiaomen and the four major families, there must be a loss and a win. Stay in the city and see the wind and rudder, and when the time comes, hold on to the thighs of the person who has won, and in this city in the future, it will be a step to the sky.

In a word.

People go to the city empty. It's just that it's not so empty.

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Since Bai Yunhuan was seriously injured and fell into a coma, not only intentionally or unintentionally, but also from time to time, the suffering would walk around in front of Bai Yunhuan's house a few times.

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Because of the suffering, from the moment I heard that Bai Yunhuan went to fight Leng Zhu in Fusang City, the suffering decided that Bai Yunhuan didn't like to live.

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When he was in the small temple on the mountain in Fuliu Town, the suffering just felt that Bai Yunhuan's head was a little hard, the little master's fist, he would taste it from time to time, and he would take sixty punches at most, listening to the senior brother Xu Yuanxi said, Bai Yunhuan ate ninety punches at a time, if it weren't for the little master who couldn't bear to fight, Bai Yunhuan was afraid that he would have to eat the hundred punches even if he was desperate.

All the way from Fuliu Town, Bai Yunhuan has a perception realm, and he is as weak as a little chicken cub, but every time he does something, it is as if he is a god in the sky.

When he was in Sword Cliff, that Qin Chuchu clearly told Bai Yunhuan that he couldn't go, and he would die if he went. But Bai Yunhuan didn't listen to it at all, and later heard Qin Chuchu say that Bai Yunhuan did almost die there.

When he arrived in Fusang City, Bai Yunhuan's brain was even more difficult.

On the second day of entering the city, when Zhang Kubao came to the door, Bai Yunhuan didn't let himself show up, and actually went to stop Zhang Kubao single-handedly.

It is said that if you don't die, you will always have a long memory.

But when it came to Bai Yunhuan, it was just nonsense in nonsense.

Suffering often hears Lan Gui's girl talk about it, saying that this cold bamboo is the big devil of Fusang City, killing people without blinking, eating people at every turn, and cultivating is even more terrifying, it is actually that powerful half-step creation, you know, you have practiced for so many years, and it is only open source that is above the open source, and it is the terrifying creation realm above the royal qi.

Yesterday, I saw Bai Yunhuan being carried back by Qiu Mei alive, and when I asked later, Bai Yunhuan actually went to single-handedly challenge Leng Zhu of Fusang City's Creation Realm.

Whether it is the Creation Realm or the Half-Step Creation Realm, the more I think about the suffering, the more I feel that Bai Yunhuan doesn't want to live well.

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Today's suffering has turned around at Bai Yunhuan's door no less than dozens of times, I am afraid that if one is not careful, Bai Yunhuan will wake up and fight with the lord.

Chu Buwei knew the reason why he went around at the door of Bai Yunhuan when he had something to do.

However, Chu Buwei also knew another reason why the suffering was turning around.

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Along the way, whenever he encountered something that was slightly dangerous, Bai Yunhuan would definitely be the first to stand out.

Bai Yunhuan never cared whether he could do it or not, and he never cared if he could beat it or not.

At least, I and my suffering have never been hurt.

Suffering wandered around Bai Yunhuan's door, perhaps because he had a lot of self-blame in his heart.

It's just this kind of thing, whether it's suffering or Chu Buwei, it's always in my heart, and it's hypocritical for the old men to talk about this kind of thing.

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Li Fuzhong, in addition to suffering, the two sisters, Qiumei and Langui, are still busy.

Every three or five quarters of an hour, Qiumei went to Bai Yunhuan's house to have a look. or change the dressing and bandage, sometimes, I just want to see Bai Yunhuan.

Lan Gui is busier than ever for some reason. As the steward of the Li Mansion under the Li family, Lan Gui is very clever and does things without leakage, and has won the trust of the Li family. The shadows sent by the Li family to the Li Mansion to protect the suffering, or the shadows who monitored the suffering, were also mobilized by Lan Gui alone.

After talking so much about her sister Qiumei at night, Lan Gui seems to be even more powerful in doing things. Lan Gui transferred all the candidates of the Li Mansion, both openly and secretly, whether it was ordinary Li Mansion subordinates, or the secret sons of the Li family, Lan Gui was all redistributed. Under Lan Gui's arrangement, all the shadows of the Li Mansion are orderly watching every movement inside and outside the Li Mansion; for this matter, the shadows of the Li family can understand, after all, it is eventful, and being rigorous is not a bad thing after all.

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In winter, the weather is cool and the wind is cold.

It's night again.

In the house, Qiu Mei cooked Chu Bu's meal for a few people, collected a few people's clothes, folded them, and took them back into the house.

Maybe it's because of the fear of the cool breeze entering the house, Qiumei has more than anyone else in and out of Bai Yunhuan's house.

The unconscious Bai Yunhuan slept quietly on the bed, and Qiumei sat silently beside Bai Yunhuan's bed.

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The lights are soft and the candles are flickering.

Under the pale yellow candlelight, Qiu Mei gently looked at Bai Yunhuan's quiet and beautiful face, her eyes full of smiles.

The woman, whose real name has never been Qiumei, stretched out her hand and gently stroked Bai Yunhuan's face, smiled and whispered:

"If you can, the slave will always be the servant of the son. ”

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"If I can, wherever Childe goes in the future, I want to accompany Childe. ”

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In the soft light, the maidservant girl named Qiumei said a lot of words to Bai Yunhuan who was in a coma, and every word in the words was far more than one word.

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