It is a small town on the banks of the Malian River. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info scorching sun, wind sand, loess, poor town, unclothed women, holding children with vegetables, shrunk behind the wooden door to peep at people.

But on the barren Loess Plateau, this town can be regarded as rich and prosperous, because it is the only place with clear water within a hundred miles of the vicinity. Who is the true source of life.

Therefore, there are actually a few brick houses and a few shops in the town, and after Jiang Feng has gone through a difficult journey, it is like a paradise here.

He was on the road almost day and night. Seven fast horses had been exhausted along the way. Of course, it was all worth it, and he believed that Shi Guanyin must not have had time to escape from here at this time.

Here, on a sunny day without wind, you can already see the city spy of the Great Wall. But today there is a wind, the loess is flying on the road, and the shopkeeper of the small shop on the street keeps brushing the wind and sand on the pancakes with a broom. As soon as he stopped his hand, a layer of butter-like loess would accumulate on the cake, and such a cake would be considered delicious in such a place.

The devastation of the wind and sand made the shopkeeper look much older than his actual age, but the more this happened, the more mature and stable a person became.

A figure that was not too tall obscured the scorching sun, imprinting a long shadow on the shopkeeper's body.

Raising his head, he was dressed in a silver-trimmed white satin robe, without a trace of dust on it. The silver mask is covered with mirrors, reflecting the afterglow and reflection of the scorching sun in the desert.

Those who can come here must not be ordinary people, and since they are not ordinary people, their appearance and habits are often different from ordinary people. But a person as strange as the person in front of him, the shopkeeper saw it for the first time.

"Is Zamuhe still alive?"

The cold voice came, but it couldn't put the slightest pressure on the shopkeeper. In this kind of place, dead people are a common thing, let alone just a cold tone?

However, the shopkeeper still smiled at the Jiang Feng in front of him and said, "The king of the desert, his old man is the master of the desert, how can a little person like me know his life or death?"

"My name is Jiang Feng, and I asked Zamuhe's men to come to me!"

Leaving this sentence, Jiang Feng's figure has drifted away. The place where the desert reaches is the territory of the king of the desert, and everyone here can be said to rely on the king of the desert to live. Therefore, Jiang Feng believed that soon, he would be able to get the news of Zamuhe.

Jiang Feng walked into a small wine shop not far away, looked for a table that was staggering to the side, straightened it, and sat down. In this kind of place, you have no choice, besides, Jiang Feng is not here to enjoy, he is here to kill. And killing people is never a pleasure.

"Bring the wine and the food!"

The voice was cold and full of majesty, and the next moment, only a thin, small, black, and dry woman came out, carrying a tin wine jug and a plate with beef, and threw it on the table with a "bang", leaving a sentence of "ten taels of silver", and then turned and walked back.

Wine is not good wine, the taste of wine is not even as strong as the sourness, and the meat is not good meat, as can be seen from the sand that is faintly in it, this is by no means a piece of food that can arouse people's appetite.

A piece of silver was thrown away by Jiang Feng, and he didn't move a single bite of the wine and meat in front of him. Although if a person is extremely hungry and thirsty, he will think that the wine and meat in front of him are the best food in the world. But at the very least, Jiang Feng has not yet reached that time.

An hour passed, and the wine and meat, which were still a little warm, had become cold, but Jiang Feng didn't care. Even if it's ten taels of silver in exchange.

"The Lord of the Mirror is here, and he actually entertains him with such wine and food, I think, I'm afraid the people in this wine shop won't end well!"

This voice is rapid, low, and a little hoarse, but it has an indescribable charm, as if it can arouse a man's ****. This is undoubtedly a woman's voice.

The twisted figure slowly came from the door, perhaps because the waist is very thin, so it is particularly convenient to twist.

This woman's beauty doesn't stop at her thin waist. Her legs are long and straight, and she is never fat where she should be, and she is never thin where she should be. Her eyes are long and charming, but her mouth is large and her lips are thick.

Her skin was white, but it was rough and her hair was thick. She is not a beautiful woman, but she has the power to seduce and sin.

But Jiang Feng's attention was not on her at all, but in her hands. It was a bamboo basket, and the faint aroma of wine, a faint smell of meat wafted out of it.

Compared to the wine and meat on the table in front of me, the taste is simply the highest enjoyment.

"Yes, I didn't expect that in such a place, there could be such food and drink!

However, there has never been a free lunch in the world, I still understand this truth, what is the purpose, you can just say it!"

"It's nothing, people just think it's a great honor to be able to meet the most mysterious mirror master in the rivers and lakes once, so I specially took wine and meat and came here to entertain you!"

As she spoke, the woman had already reached a distance of less than a foot behind Jiang Feng. Her clothes are tight, but the sleeves are long and loose.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, his body almost fell on Jiang Feng's body, and the bamboo basket was already placed on the table in front of Jiang Feng.

Mellow apricot blossom Fenjiu, accompanied by a fatty guinea fowl, a plate of sliced sauce beef. In this place, it is already the best enjoyment.

With a slight sniff, Jiang Feng suddenly stretched out his hand, first poured a sip of wine, and then gently wiped a layer of sawdust on the chopsticks with both hands, and began to feast on the guinea fowl and sauced beef.

The woman just looked at Jiang Feng quietly, and from time to time she showed a touching smile. It seems that the happier Jiang Feng eats, the happier she will be.

Jiang Feng ate quickly, but with a stick of incense, the wine and meat on the table had become empty.

At this time, Jiang Feng was still standing quietly behind the woman and said, "Okay, I've eaten the things and drunk the wine, now, if you are fine, you can leave!"

"Leave, joke, I think, now I don't need you to do anything for you. Because what I need, I'm going to pick it up to this day!"

"Take what?"

"Your life!"

"Oh!"

"Don't you ask me why?"

"I never like to talk too much to the dead, like, the Blue Devil hand Yin cries. ”

At the mention of Yin Wai, the woman's face had changed suddenly. But the next moment, she was smiling.

"After being hit by my door-blocking poison, he can still have such a bearing, and the mirror master really lives up to his reputation. ”

"Do you really think poison can be useful for everyone?"

"I saw you with my own eyes......"

She didn't finish her words, and was interrupted by Jiang Feng: "For the sake of the good wine and food, you can shoot first!"

Calm, it's too calm, the blue scorpion doesn't know if he should make a move. Her forehead was covered with sweat, and life and death, perhaps just between a thought, were the cruelest choices. (To be continued.) )