Tiancha Villa, second floor terrace.

Lan Qiao, who was sitting alone under the eaves, had just cooked a new pot of tea for himself. Before he could enjoy it, he saw a large and luxurious carriage slowly approaching.

Only half an hour ago, he defeated An Xiaohan on the roof of the Goddess Building. The scene when An Xiaohan finally fell from the building was still vivid in his mind to this moment.

When he was about to jump off the building to see if An Xiaohan was dead, a masked man in black stopped him.

The man in black used a long sword that glowed lavender in the moonlight and forced him back with three moves.

Lan Qiao saw that this man had good swordsmanship, and knew that he was no match for this man after a fierce battle with An Xiaohan.

However, although this person blocked Lan Qiao from getting close to An Xiaohan, he didn't seem to have any more ill intentions towards him and allowed him to leave from the goddess's building.

Who is this mysterious man? Why did he appear at that time and neither let himself get close to An Xiaohan nor help An Xiaohan deal with him?

Lan Qiao couldn't understand.

The night rain pattered down on the roof of the tea house, then flowed down layer by layer along the tiles, and finally dripped from the eaves in strings. When illuminated by the dim moonlight, they looked like eclipsed bead curtains.

The cart was parked downstairs, and looking out through the bead curtain, an oil-paper umbrella bloomed from the car door.

The umbrellas were painted with colorful and beautiful pictures of falling flowers. Two pretty girls in pink were holding hands, humming and laughing, and jumped out of the carriage lightly. One was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and the other was holding a big bamboo basket.

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After the two women got out of the car, they turned around together and helped out a graceful girl in red from the car.

The girl in red clothes held a slender wooden box in both hands, stretched her legs gracefully to get out of the car, took two steps, and suddenly looked up to the balcony on the second floor. When she met Lan Qiao's eyes, a spring breeze-like smile broke out at the corner of her mouth.

It was Liu Yueyao.

"Brother Xun, brother Xun." Liu Yueyao walked into the lobby accompanied by two girls in pink clothes and called in a sweet voice.

Lan Qiao smiled bitterly and said, "Young lady, you are here to find me at this time. Are you not afraid of causing misunderstanding?"

"Brother is willing to meet the slave family. It's too late for the slave family to be happy. Why are you afraid of misunderstanding?" Liu Yueyao's voice sounded very excited. He stood on tiptoes and urged: "Brother Xun, come down quickly and see what the slave family has brought you."

All the waiters in the store were asleep, so Lan Qiao had no choice but to put down his tea cup and walk slowly downstairs.

But I saw Liu Yueyao with long shiny hair, wearing a cherry red tube top fairy skirt, a white gauze cape, and a pair of small straw sandals woven with thick rope on her feet, tied with a bright red ribbon on her feet, like two flowers.

The beautiful red lotus looks like it might fall off at any time.

Her delicate collarbones and slender arms are looming under the thin cloak, and her graceful legs are half exposed from the slits on both sides of the red dress. They are dazzlingly white under the light. The rough straw sandals highlight her

The delicate and tender feet and the rose juice painted on the toenails make people dizzy and make their heart beat faster.

"Good evening, brother." Liu Yueyao's face was flushed, and he didn't know whether it was because of the cold or because he was too excited. He twisted his delicate body slightly and looked at Lan Qiao with a pair of big talking eyes.

Lan Qiao coughed slightly and said, "In such horrible weather, the young lady must be too thinly dressed."

"As long as my brother likes it, I won't be afraid of the cold." She turned around happily, letting the hem of her skirt fly like blooming flowers, "How do you think? Does it look good?"

Lan Qiao touched his nose and said, "It looks good."

Apart from these two words, he really didn't know what to say.

Seeing his embarrassment, the two girls in pink clothes on the left and right lowered their heads and snickered.

"This is for you." Liu Yueyao held the box in front of Lan Qiao, "Open it quickly and take a look. Do you like it?"

Lan Qiao opened the lid of the box and saw a beautifully patterned agarwood scabbard lying on the dark red silk cloth.

"The slave family saw that my brother's sword had no scabbard, so they temporarily bought one from a craftsman's shop in the capital." Liu Yueyao gently grabbed Lan Qiao's hand and led him to touch the lines on the scabbard, "It's just a matter of time.

I'm in such a hurry that I don't have time to choose carefully. If I'm not satisfied, I'll take my brother to pick tomorrow."

This is really a gift that Lanqiao cannot refuse.

He obtained this shining sword from Ji Zhidao's tomb. It did not have a scabbard. Later, for the convenience of carrying it, he bought a scabbard when he left Hexi. After a few months, it was worn out.

At this time, the scabbard presented by Liu Yueyao was not only beautiful in appearance, but also matched the simple temperament of his lightsaber.

Lan Qiao reluctantly picked up the scabbard and played with it. Although he said nothing, his eyes could no longer see anything else.

Liu Yueyao couldn't help but laugh and said: "If my brother likes it, why not try it quickly?"

Lan Qiao woke up from a dream, went upstairs to get the light sword, and put it into the agarwood scabbard.

The size of the scabbard matched very well. He pulled it out and gave it away and pulled it out again. He repeated this process several times before finally patting the scabbard, cupping his hand to Liu Yueyao and saying, "Miss, this generous gift is really a gift."

My heart is broken."

A girl in pink clothes couldn't help but talk a lot: "It rained so heavily at night, so the shops were originally closed. It was our lady who paid twice as much money to let the shopkeeper open the door."

"Say less." Liu Yueyao turned around and rolled her eyes at her, then pulled the two girls in pink to her side and introduced to Lan Qiao: "This is Huanhuan, this is Xiaoxiao, they are all slaves.

good sisters."

"Greetings to Mr. Xun." Huanhuan and Xiaoxiao saluted Lan Qiao and Yan in unison.

Lan Qiao noticed the bamboo basket held in Xiaoxiao's hand and asked curiously: "What is in this basket?"

"Brother, don't worry about the scabbard. The slave family is mainly here to celebrate with brother tonight." Liu Yueyao smiled and opened the cover of the bamboo basket, revealing a wine bottle, four small wine glasses, and two

A side dish to go with the wine, "Congratulations to my brother for getting his revenge."

Huanhuan on the other side put down the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, took out the food and wine from the basket, placed it on a table, then pulled out a chair and said, "Master, please have a seat."

Since Lan Qiao has accepted her gift, he can't drive them back immediately.

"How honored I am to have three beauties drinking with me." Lan Qiao smiled faintly, sat down casually, picked up the wine bottle on the table, poured wine into four wine glasses, and finally picked up the wine glass in front of him and said: "Then

I will lend flowers to the Buddha and congratulate the young lady on taking the position of the shopkeeper of the Goddess Tower."

Liu Yueyao saw Lan Qiao covering his mouth with his sleeves, drinking down the wine in the glass gracefully, picking up a wine glass, drinking a glass of wine with him, and said with a trembling smile: "

My brother's kung fu is so good. I watched An Xiaohan fall down from the building and never move again."

Huanhuan also said with a look of admiration: "Yes, yes, the master doesn't know. Many of our sisters have witnessed the master's heroic appearance today, and they are almost fascinated by him to death."

Xiaoxiao blushed and said, "If I didn't have some self-awareness, I would all want to pester the young master to ask for favor."

Although Lan Qiao knew that this was a commonly used trick in Fengyue Field, he still felt overwhelmed and asked: "Is An Xiaohan really dead?"

"He's dead. The slave family has sent someone to bury him, not far from where he fell." Liu Yueyao gestured towards Huanhuanxiaoxiao, indicating that the two girls should also sit down at the table, and then continued: "Flower language"

Xi lost An Xiaohan's big backer and fled overnight after knowing that the incident had failed. Cao Guogong sent word that the slave family should take over the Goddess Building. If my brother wants to find Miss Li again this time, the slave family can help.

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Lan Qiao's eyes lit up and he said, "Really? Are there any clues about her?"

"It's already been sorted out. I think it can be delivered tomorrow." Liu Yueyao glanced at him and said, "Brother, how do you plan to thank the slave family?"

Lan Qiao said eagerly: "As long as you can find Miss Li, you can do whatever you want."

Liu Yueyao smiled slyly and said leisurely: "Is it really okay to do anything?"

"No problem." Lan Qiao agreed without hesitation, "What do you want me to do?"

"The slave family does have a small wish, but I want to put it aside first and talk about it later." Liu Yueyao smiled charmingly, picked up the wine bottle, filled up the wine for Lan Qiao with her own hands, and said in a charming voice: "Here,

Brother, let’s continue drinking.”
Chapter completed!