Chapter 61: The Man in the Devil

Lu Xiaofeng is a very calm person, and it is precisely because of his calmness and wit that he can escape death countless times, but this time he has lost his calm, because he heard a low horn.

The sound of the horn sounded, and Mo Dumping Chi and Lu Xiaofeng immediately walked from the backyard to the plaque on the door of the store and stood on the bluestone street.

Yellowstone is not a bustling town, and there is only one main street, a wide and long street, along which countless alleys are crisscrossed.

At this time, there should have been a lot of people on the street, the grandmother went out shopping with her grandson, the children were running and playing in the street, and the big men were either planting rice or busy, but when Lu Xiaofengmo came to the street, there was not even a single figure around.

The town seemed to have been reduced to a ghost grove, and it seemed that only a few of them were still alive in this ghost.

The sound of the horn became more and more urgent, and it became deeper and lower, like a brewing rainstorm and wind, just waiting for an appropriate time, and immediately slammed down, at this time Lu Xiaofeng felt that this town was filled with an indescribable cold atmosphere, but he stood straight, and the ink poured pool could see that Lu Xiaofeng's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and he scanned the surroundings sharply.

Mo Tingchi laughed and smiled, "If they don't want you to see them, it's hard for you to find them, and if they want you to see them, even if you don't pay attention." ”

Lu Xiaofeng retracted his sharp gaze, looked at Mo Dumping Chi and sighed helplessly: "They generally don't appear, unless they come to pick up people." ”

Mo Tingchi nodded and said, "Yes, they are here to pick up people, and they are still here to pick me up." He groaned for a moment, then continued, "I had them pick me up when I arrived in Yellowstone, but they were faster than I expected. ”

Lu Xiaofeng didn't understand. He really didn't understand, he suddenly had the urge to mention Mo Dump Chi and beat him up, but he didn't after all, Ink Dump Chi was not his friend after all, Ink Dump Chi was a swordsman who could shoot anytime and anywhere, and he had no power to stop Ink Dump Chi from doing anything.

But he spoke anyway. His voice suddenly roared very hoarsely: "In that case, then why are you looking for Zhu Zhu?"

Mo Tingchi understands very well why Lu Xiaofeng is angry, it is difficult for anyone not to be angry after feeling that he has been deceived, although Lu Xiaofeng is a celebrity, but after all, he is still a human being, as long as he is a human being, he has seven emotions and six desires, but he didn't make any explanation, just replied very calmly: "Why do you think I came to Zhu Zhu?"

Lu Xiaofeng's words were stopped, he didn't know why he was asking Mo Dumping.

He didn't understand the Ink Dump Pool, and he didn't understand the Ink Dump Pool. But he believed in Mo Dump Chi, he believed in Ink Dump Chi in every word, but now what did all this prove? He didn't understand, he looked at Ink Tilt Pond, hoping that Ink Tilt Chi could give an answer.

Mo Dump Chi was also silent, he looked at the silent street in silence, and looked at the street that suddenly revealed a touch of life in the dead silence, suddenly. His eyes lit up.

- Yellowstone is even more gloomy and gloomy.

In the store, Feng Siniang's hand was no longer very steady. She held the brush in her hand, but it was no longer smooth in her hand, and there was an incredible look and a hint of fear in her eyes. The sound of the trumpet echoed in her ears, and her people had to stand up at the first moment.

But at this time, a slender and slender hand held her hand, and an extremely calm voice sounded in her ears: "They are not here to find you, but to find Mo Dump Chi." ”

Feng Siniang looked at the owner of the hand. Looking at the obese Zhu Zhu, she found that she didn't care about anything, Zhu Zhu's eyes were suddenly bloodshot with a lazy appearance, and he found that Zhu Zhu's hands that were as steady as a rock no matter what, suddenly trembled, and she could even feel that Zhu Zhu's palms were sweating.

"Could it be that Zhu Zhu has also heard this voice?" the thought swirled around in her mind. Her hand gripped the pen tighter. She looked at the map on the paper, the map that the world regarded as the most terrifying place in the world, Doll's Villa.

Half of the map has been drawn, and half of it has not been drawn, at this moment Feng Siniang wants to draw the remaining half immediately, she wants to leave this room immediately to find the ink pouring pool, so she put down the pen, but before she can put down the pen, her pen is held by Zhu Zhu.

Zhu stopped holding her pen and said coldly, "Do you know what you're drawing?"

She said, "Dollhill." ”

Zhu Zhu said coldly: "This is not Doll's Villa. ”

She was surprised, "So where is this?"

Zhu stopped: "This is the only way you can escape. ”

She was stunned, Zhu Zhu had already let go of her hand and continued to look at her coldly, she kept holding the pen and did not speak.

The proprietress has become very honest, she is honestly sitting next to Zhu Zhu, her eyes are shining, her eyes suddenly become unparalleled gentleness and pride, as long as a woman can see the tenderness and pride in the eyes of the proprietress .

She is gentle because of the men around her, and proud because of the men around her.

The proprietress looked at Zhu Zhu, she was indeed very proud, she was proud that she had found a very handsome, very capable and very attractive man, and she even thought that she was the happiest woman in the world.

In the past, she still complained about the man next to her, but now she has no complaints at all, she only has love and pity for the man next to her.

She handed a towel to Zhu Zhu, who took it silently, as rude as usual, just as incomprehensible, wiped it casually and put it aside, and then looked down at the map on the ground, but she smiled.

She would never have laughed before, but now she laughs, she knows how much this man loves her, how much pressure she bears for her, and even deliberately suppresses the hatred in her heart, with such a man by her side, what is she not satisfied with?

The proprietress found out that she had been a little stupid before, but luckily she didn't think she would be stupid again.

Feng Siniang held the pen again, and she drew the architectural layout of the Doll's Villa with more rigorous strokes than just now.

Zhu Zhu was already a very particular person, but at this moment, looking at the architectural layout of the Doll's Villa on the ground, he could only nod.

Footsteps suddenly sounded in Huangshi Town, where there was a gloomy atmosphere everywhere, and two footsteps, both Lu Xiaofeng and Mo Dumping Chi heard two footsteps.

Two footsteps, but five people.

This is not something to be surprised by, because there are four people with the same footsteps, and one person is stepping on another footstep, a very calm footstep that gives a sense of oppression.

Four people, four seventeen or eighteen-year-old women, looked very iconic, they were also very cool, wearing exactly the same colored clothes, walking exactly the same pace, and they had a palanquin on their shoulders.

These four young and immature girls who looked very young and immature were carrying a sedan chair on their backs, but they could walk faster than ordinary people, and when they appeared in front of Mo Tianchi and Lu Xiaofeng, the person in a black robe who was like a ghost in the day was still far away, slowly walking towards them.

The four young girls walked in front of the ink pool, and immediately put down the sedan chair, everyone looked at the ink pool curiously, everyone's eyes showed a very strong curiosity about the ink pool, and one of the maids even showed a look of worship in the eyes of the ink pool, which was a look of worship that no man could not help but rejoice.

As for Lu Xiaofeng?

Lu Xiaofeng could only smile bitterly, he found that he had been ignored by others, completely ignored. He wasn't a very handsome man himself, but he was definitely a very attractive and peculiar man, at least his beard and eyebrows were exactly the same, but the four girls didn't look at him at him, and they only looked at Mo Dump Chi all the time.

He can only laugh, only bitter smile.

He looked at Mo Dump Chi, he found that Ink Tilt Chi was still calm, Ink Tilt Chi just glanced at the sedan chair, and then looked at the black-robed man who walked very slowly, Mo Tilt Chi frowned, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Lu Xiaofeng also looked at the ink pool, and naturally caught the light in the eyes of the ink pool, he followed the line of sight of the ink pool, and looked at the black-robed man, the black-robed man who walked in the day but was like a ghost.

The black-robed man was still walking slowly, he was walking too slowly, Lu Xiaofeng estimated that the black-robed man would have to walk at least forty steps before he could walk in front of them.

In fact, the black-robed man did walk more than forty steps, but when the black-robed man walked these forty steps, the extremely low horn sounded.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes were also shining.

He discovered something unbelievable, the sound of the trumpet was not played, but the sound of the trumpet coming from the steps of the black-robed man.

Feet on the ground, a low horn sound.

The horn sounded a few times and then it broke, and at the moment when the horn broke, Lu Xiaofeng found that the black-robed man in front of him suddenly became extremely fast, and he only felt that this person had already appeared in front of the sedan chair and appeared in front of them after only two or three steps.

He understood that this black-robed man definitely walked not just two steps, but dozens of steps, but this person's speed was so fast that he didn't see it clearly.

This is definitely an extremely terrifying master, but is this master Xiaoyaohou? Mo Tianchi made a judgment, this person is definitely not Xiaoyaohou, he is very calm from beginning to end, no matter what the black-robed man moves, his expression is very calm.

He calmly looked at the black-robed man, and the black-robed man also looked at him, the two looked at each other for a long time, and Lu Xiaofeng was once again ignored.

I don't know how long it took, but the black-robed man spoke: "You are the ink dumping pond Mo Gongzi?" His voice was very hoarse, and it sounded like a ghost roaring, which was chilling.

Mo Tianchi laughed and said, "I am Mo Tianchi, and are you the peerless swordsman Zhao Tiancheng who was famous thirty years ago?"

The black-robed man looked at Mo Dump Chi, he didn't have any movement all over his body, and there was not a trace of movement on his body, but Mo Dump Chi and Lu Xiaofeng had already felt that this person's body and mind were stunned in an instant, and it was not seen with his eyes, but with his heart.

In an instant, the ink pouring pool suddenly felt a cold wind blowing like a knife on the body, and there was obviously no wind around, but why was there a cold wind?

The wind roared silently, and people were like floating duckweed in the wind, and they couldn't help themselves. (To be continued.) )