Ye Wuxin didn't speak, because no matter what words he said at this time, he wouldn't match this atmosphere very well.

People always think that there is a chance to save things, so they deliberately leave room for it to develop, but they don't expect to get an unbearable result in the end.

"I guess we won't be able to leave today!" Xiao Fei's face changed, and he suddenly grabbed the traceless in his hand, although he didn't like this sword, but he didn't want others to snatch it away. Immediately jumped off the table and stood with a sword in his hand, his eyes shining with a bit of vigilance and murderous aura.

Ye Wuxin also subconsciously touched the sword body, and now there were enemies slowly approaching outside the house, and the murderous aura around the room was suddenly filled.

A true master does not wait for his opponent's sword to be stabbed in the throat before he realizes that someone is trying to kill him, but does not give someone a chance to unsheath their sword before it is unsheathed.

"Hand over the dust and the traceless, or you two will die ugly!" A familiar voice, a person came down from the roof, messy long hair, a handsome and handsome face, a melancholy look like a soul, and the folding fan in his hand looked particularly dazzling under the reflection of the sun, just ask: Who else in the world can there be except for the flowers?

Ye Wuxin looked at him and asked, "Brother Hua, since that day, you have changed a lot!

In fact, Ye Wuxin knew that Hua Luo would not answer himself, but he still wanted to give it a try, Ye Wuxin was Hua Luo's friend, but at the moment they were too strange to each other.

"Are you saying I'm wrong?" asked Hanado.

"No, it's just that Qiu Wuxian guy doesn't deserve to die, if you go and kill someone who doesn't deserve to die, you're going to become very damned. Ye Wuxin said lightly.

"Hahahaha! Who deserves to die? Who doesn't deserve to die? What is the right way? What is the evil spirit? Aren't all people in the world doing what they want to do under the guise of justice? Do you think you can say it clearly?" Hua Luo shook the folding fan lightly, raised his eyebrows, and spoke in a cold tone, and took advantage of the situation to issue this series of rhetorical questions.

Ye Wuxin was a little sad, he couldn't answer the question of the end of the flowers, maybe only a crazy monk could untie the knot in his heart. In addition, he saw the murderous aura in Hua Luowan's eyes that left no room for murder.

If Hua Luo makes a move today, Ye Wuxin is likely to kill him, although Hua Luo is very powerful, he will definitely not be able to beat Ye Wuxin.

A powerful person will be very lonely, and a lonely person will definitely not have too many friends. Especially when he has to swing his sword to cut off the already few bonds, he will become even more lonely.

"The flowers are falling, you are also the young master of the Hundred Flowers Sect, how can you ......" Xiao Fei was interrupted by the flowers before he could finish speaking, causing his face to suffocate like a blue apple.

"Wrong! It's the former young master!" Hua Luowan said coldly, his tone as if he had passed through a glacier, cold to the marrow. Obviously, Xiao Fei's words brought up the past that made him unbearable.

Ye Wuxin, Xiao Fei, and the flowers are gone, they were originally very good friends. The atmosphere seemed a little awkward at the moment, and in this small space, all three of them were silent, making people feel a little uncomfortable breathing.

"Why?" Ye Wuxin hated asking a question several times, but the person who died under his sword today was his friend, and Ye Wuxin didn't want him to die, at least not for now.

"You're going to die, what's the point of asking this?" The flowers have fallen and the folding fan has been collected, only to see the cold light on the fan, Ye Wuxin is not a stranger, it is the unique ice spirit magic of the Hundred Flowers Sect.

"Do you want to do it?" said a man who came through the door.

I saw that this person was more than eight feet tall, burly, bearded, leopard eyes and wide forehead, a treasure knife hanging from his waist, and his face was full of meat, looking like a pig killer who insisted on pretending to be a master of the rivers and lakes.

Ye Wuxin glanced at him, and understood in his heart: the person who came was the second son of the Murong family, Murong Feng's half-brother Murong Bei.

The flowing black cloud robe and the eye-catching Su embroidered word "Murong" on his chest made the guy in front of him who looked like a pig killer instantly become tall.

Sometimes the cruelty of life is here: a guy who looks good-for-nothing, puts on a noble dress and gives him a certain noble identity, and he will change from a turtle to a local tyrant.

"It's not your turn to dictate my affairs!" Hua Luo said as she looked back at Murong Bei suddenly. His eyes became sharp and terrifying, like a huge pool of blood that could devour people's hearts.

Murong Bei subconsciously touched his waist knife, and the steps that had just come forward unconsciously retreated.

"The flowers are gone, don't forget, no one will give you what you want except for the Murong family!" Murong Bei pressed the knife in his hand and pretended to be tough.

The murderous aura in the eyes of the flowers gradually dimmed, like a tiger whose teeth had been pulled out alive.

Murong Bei is right, Murong Villa does have things that you can only dream of!

If you can always give others what they want, they will appreciate you and will know how to negotiate business with you in a consultative tone. But on the other hand, all you need to do is obey.

"You'd better not break your word!" said Hua Luo.

Ye Wuxin guessed well, but what was it that would make the flowers fall so crazy?

"Hiss-" Ye Wuxin touched his cheeks with his hand, and took a breath of cool air in his mouth, he has been thinking about some complicated issues recently, and he is a little angry, and his toothache hurts!

"That's it, I'll get back what you want for you, but today you have to let me go once, I'm not afraid of you, it's just that I don't want to fight with you. Ye Wuxin said.

"Do you know what I want?" asked Hua Luo.

"I don't know, but there is nothing in the rivers and lakes that I Ye Wuxin can't find, whether it's a thing or not. Ye Wuxin said confidently.

"Are you trying to make a living for yourself?" said Hua Luo with contempt.

Ye Wuxin was a little confused, because the previous flowers had never spoken in such a tone.

Suddenly, Ye Wuxin's eyes lit up and he read aloud:

"The autumn rain is silent, the autumn night is cool, and the spring breeze does not understand the hearts of a hundred flowers.

The leaves fall unintentionally and the rain knocks on the tiles, and the sound of the sycamore is full of heart.

The eyes are full of absurd things in the world, leaving only innocence and fragrance.

Let me go to the rivers and lakes, Hongchen Wanhu is in a hurry!"

I saw that the cold air on the fan slowly subsided after the flowers fell, the murderous aura in his eyes gradually faded, and all parts of his body seemed to come to life again, no longer so stiff and rigid. The previous cruelty disappeared without a trace, and it was like two people just now.

Ye Wuxin guessed well, Hua Luo was in the soul technique, what he was reading just now was what he did when he and Hua Luo did it when they first met, so he temporarily suppressed Hua Luo's heart demon.

Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Murong Bei's head, if the flowers were all turned against each other at this time, then he would be the first person to die here today.

"Situ Yu, have you forgotten Situ Yu of the Emei faction? The righteous way in the world is nothing more than wearing human skins and talking nonsense, if Hua Feihua doesn't let you go, Situ Yu doesn't come forward for the right way, and you don't have to kill her! That woman you love deeply, that woman who died for you! That stupid and poor woman!" Murong Bei said loudly and hurriedly at the ears of the flowers.

"Enough! Don't say it again!" Hua Luo shouted loudly, the doors and windows were shattered, and the powerful internal force surged around, Murong Bei tapped his toes and stepped back.

"Suffer death!" Hua Luowan shouted, and his figure flashed, heading straight for Ye Wuxin and Xiao Fei.

Ye Wuxin only felt a powerful air current rushing towards his face, with an extremely strong sense of oppression, like an invincible wind, and everything he touched would be instantly shattered. It's much more terrifying than Su Yun to go crazy when the flowers fall!

"Oh no, kill someone! help!" Xiao Fei secretly passed on his family heirloom, shouting and jumping up and down, left and right.