readx; Twilight is approaching, and the wind is getting colder. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fuyuan Building is in the place where the lights are brilliant, and it is also in the place where the people are boiling.

At this time, a group of people were angrily scolding and helping each other out of the Fuyuan Building, there were men and women, old and young, most of them were carrying swords, presumably defeated in the battle, and rushed back to find helpers.

The scolding was quiet at first, but the farther it went, the louder it became.

"Li Yehuo, that little Wang Ba calf, obviously already has a brand, why are you still fighting with us!?"

"It's really too deceitful! Could it be that all twelve jade plates have to belong to the six major sects?"

"I see, this competition is not intended to let us in at all, just take the last Lingxiao Peak Sword Debate, there are still only a few people who can enter. ”

"Anyone has a chance, just fucking fart!"

Although they had gone far away, they could still hear their scolding in the distance, which sounded loud, but in fact not a word entered the restaurant—they were even scolding themselves.

The door to the restaurant has been shut, and even the windows have been sealed.

The light sneaked out through the cracks in the doors and windows, and when I looked through the carriage, the Fuyuan Building was like a big treasure chest that emitted golden light everywhere.

Su Xiaowan's eyes fell, and she suddenly said: "It doesn't seem that they are fighting fiercely, I'm afraid that Ying Chengfeng still has to pick one." ”

Sikong Ji said: "It's because there are people from the six major sects who have suppressed the field." ”

Su Xiaowan said, "My brother is also there?"

Sikong Jiujiu nodded and said, "Yes, those who should be there are those who should be there, and those who shouldn't be there are also those who shouldn't be there." ”

- But who should be there?

- Who shouldn't be there?

He didn't say it explicitly, but there was a strange expression in his shining eyes, and he didn't know if it was a kind of vengeful excitement or almost sad hatred.

The fifth Xiaolou wrapped the fluff on his body, rubbed the hot breath in the palm of his hand, and continued: "But don't the people of the six major sects already have jade plates, why do they still want to mix?"

Sikong Jijiu sneered: "This kind of thing is only afraid of less and not too much, the price of a jade plate has risen to 100,000 taels of silver in the black mayor, no one will have trouble with money, isn't it?"

Fifth Xiaolou's eyes rolled, and he said with a smile: "I remember that you are also a person with a jade plate, could it be that you are also here to stir up this troubled water for money?"

Sikong Ji said: "I am not short of money. ”

The fifth Xiaolou said: "People who are not short of money usually have many ways to make money. ”

Sikong Ji said: "If I wanted to make money, I would have sold the jade card in my hand a long time ago, how could I leave it until now." ”

The fifth Xiaolou said: "Maybe you have already sold it?"

Sikong Jiujiu sighed and said, "Am I such a vulgar person in your eyes?"

The fifth Xiaolou said: "That's not true. ”

She sighed as well, and continued, "You are a more vulgar person in my eyes. ”

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with that—noble people don't burn people's clothes at least.

Sikong Ji laughed.

Others said that he was vulgar, but he didn't refute it, but he actually laughed to himself, and I don't know why he laughed, maybe both of them had an unpredictable laugh in others.

He laughed for a moment before he said, "Having said so much, won't you just go in and have a look?"

Su Xiaowan hesitated and said, "How are we going to get in?" I'm a little afraid that my brother will throw me out, and he hasn't done this kind of thing before!"

The more she talked, the more angry she became, gritting her teeth and pouting in anger at the end.

Sikong Ji smiled and said, "It's okay, no one dares to throw you out with me." ”

Su Xiaowan said solemnly: "Really, if someone wants to throw me out, you have to throw him out." ”

Sikong Jiujiu nodded, smiling without saying a word.

Su Xiaowan smiled even sweeter, blinked, and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, I found out why you suddenly became so kind, if you want to put it in the past, I'm afraid the first one to throw me out is probably you." ”

Sikong Jiujiu smiled dryly: "People always change." ”

The night is deeper and the wind is colder.

The long street is cold and misty, but the Fuyuan Building is brightly lit, and there are several tables of wine and food.

The door was still locked just now, but now it has been cut open by Sikong Jiujiu's sword, and Su Xiaowan and the fifth Xiaolou followed behind him, finding a seat inside and sitting quietly.

No one spoke, as if no one had even looked at them.

This small restaurant seems to be filled with a suffocating aura of slaughter, and even the wind seems to be blocked from the door.

But Zhao Jingtao is different.

As soon as Sikong Jijiu and his party came in, his sharp eyes like sharp knives kept staring at Sikong Jijiu and the fifth Xiaolou, and his whole body exuded an aggressive and aggressive aura.

Fifth Xiaolou seemed to be a little embarrassed to be stared at by him, after all, he had only killed his own brother a few hours ago. But Sikong Ji was still expressionless, eating vegetables slowly and drinking slowly. But Su Xiaowan didn't dare to sit with them, and sneaked to his brother Su Mengqiu's table to sit down.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the fifth small building looked at these famous rookies with great interest.

The first thing I saw was Su Mengqiu, the eldest son of the Su family of the Tibetan sword was handsome, gorgeously dressed, and there were thirteen gems on only one heavy sword, as big as a pigeon's egg.

She had seen Zhang Qingsong and Zhao Jingtao before, so her eyes didn't stay on the two of them for too long, not to mention that Zhao Jingtao was still staring at her coldly.

However, in the end, the man named "Li Yehuo" sat with his back to her, and could only see his back and the female companion snuggled up to him.

This back only made her feel a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, and as if she had touched it somewhere.

The fifth Xiaolou lowered his voice and quietly asked Sikong Jijiu: "Then what is the origin of Li Yehuo?"

Sikong Jiujiu also replied quietly: "He is Li Wangjian's most proud disciple, you see that the long sword in his hand used to be Li Wangjian's personal sword-forget life!"

The famous Forgetful Sword didn't attract much attention from the fifth small building, but Li Wangjian's identity as a proud disciple couldn't help but make her heart tighten, recalling the scene when Li Fu went to Pure Yang with her to seek a sword three years ago, and couldn't help but glance at the back that seemed to be somewhat familiar.

- If Li Fu is still alive, isn't it his age?

- Could it be that Li Fu is not dead!?

The fifth Xiaolou was surprised, happy, and a little scared, and even his breathing was a little short, and said, "Was he three years ago!"

Sikong Jiujiu looked a little dazed, and said, "What three years ago?"

The fifth small building said: "It's three years... He... Three years ago, it wasn't so!"

She grabbed Sikong Jiu's arm hard, spoke incoherently, and spoke faster and faster, and finally simply shut up and stood up immediately, wanting to rush up immediately to ask for clarification, but before she could take a step, she sat down again, because she suddenly found out what kind of clothes she was wearing, and there was no cover on her face.

Of course, she is more willing to face Li Fu as "Brother Xiaolou".

When the fifth Xiaolou sat down, he glared at Sikong Jiujiu fiercely, if this bastard hadn't burned her clothes, how could she end up in this dilemma!

Sikong was even more confused, he really couldn't figure out why she was anxious and angry.

The fifth small building was still sitting and stomping his feet gently, eager to rush out immediately to change his clothes. But now that it's late at night, not to mention whether there is money or not, even the shops on the street have long been closed, so there are no clothes left for her to change.

Now she only hopes that Li Yehuo will not notice this, otherwise she will not be able to explain it anyway.

But...... Whatever you're afraid of seems to come.

The fifth Xiaolou just glared at Sikong Jiujiu again, and suddenly found that Li Yehuo had stood up and walked slowly towards them. She was startled, so she shrunk her neck and stared intently at the bottom of the table, as if there were a few goblins fighting under the table.

With Li Fu's familiarity with the fifth small building in the past, it is not only very unrealistic, but it may be self-defeating, not to mention that it is still uncertain whether that person is Li Fu, everything is her own conjecture, at this time, she just needs to treat herself as a transparent person.

But others will not treat her as a transparent person, and any polite and cultivated gentleman will not do this.

Li Yehuo had stopped not far away, and then said two sentences, two terrible words......

"Sikong senior, I haven't seen you for many days, don't come unharmed. ”

"Who is this girl?"