Chapter 35 The murderous Yuyulou Heavenly Killer 11
Chapter 35 The murderous Xingyulou Tiansha (11)
Although Can Ye avoided it, the horse underneath him was not spared.
The horse neighed and raised its hoofs in anger and pain, but the plum blossom dart was like a living thing, piercing into the body and still spinning violently and at high speed, drilling deeply into his flesh and blood.
"I don't want to waste time with you!"
Can Ye glanced coldly at the young man playing darts with a languid expression.
He must destroy the Lingxiao Sword Sect within fifteen days in order to gain a chance for Nanxian to survive.
"Yes, Mr. Lu doesn't even bother to take a look at lowly people like us who are begging under the crotch of a rich man. It's a pity that the reincarnation of heaven--"
"Isn't it true that Mr. Lu, who is well-dressed and well-fed, is reduced to the same situation as me and can only survive if his hands are stained with blood?"
"Just like me, they are just dirty bugs in the mud!"
"Hahahahaha", the young man's peach blossom eyes burst into a bright and arrogant smile.
After a long time, the smile on the corner of the mouth gradually dissipated, and a bloodthirsty and cold arc formed: "Ye, who do you think can complete the task first this time?"
"Who will come back alive?"
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After going down the mountain on the night of self-mutilation, Fushengyuan was quieter than before.
Nan Xian finished her morning practice as usual, spread out two egg pancakes to wrap her belly, and asked Qixi to report Can Ye's progress bar.
At the end of the plot, it was only mentioned that Sansheng, the owner of Xingyu Tower, was jointly eliminated by the male and female protagonists, and it did not mention what happened to the God of Xingyu Tower in the end.
There are only two possible explanations for this: one is that Can Ye was no longer in Xingyu Tower before the male and female protagonists went up the mountain, and the other is that Can Ye was dead before the male and female protagonists stepped down on Xingyu Tower.
"Host, Can Ye has already disguised himself and sneaked into the Lingxiao Sword Sect, but he is not in a hurry to take action yet. He probably wants to capture the thief first and capture the king first!"
"Yeah", Nan Xian couldn't see the screen.
But Can Ye can become a frightened god in the world. In addition to his strength, he must also be resourceful. Moreover, she has seen him kill hundreds of bandits in an instant. I am afraid that the male protagonist Wan Lingyu has no chance of winning against him.
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"By the way, Qixi, I have something I wanted to ask you for a long time."
Nan Xian walked into the kitchen, picked up a watermelon from the cool water tank, cut it in half, dug out the red flesh of the watermelon with a wooden spoon and ate it while asking.
"What special meaning does that piece of rags have to Can Ye?"
Qixi: "This is a hidden plot. If the host wants to know this part of the plot, it will have to pay a price."
"What price?" Nan Xian hugged the melon warily and stopped swallowing.
"A day of coma."
"Hate, I thought you wanted me to sell my kidney, you scared me!"
Qixi: "...Host, we are a formal love system, no one can be deceived."
"Okay, I agree, let me see the hidden plot."
"Host, please close your eyes."
The feeling of her soul floating away made Nanxian stunned. She almost thought she was leaving this plane and going to the next one. After the dizziness disappeared, she opened her eyes in confusion and saw a sea of fire.
Countless people ran around the house in panic, and buckets of water were thrown at the main courtyard, which was engulfed in flames.
The beams collapsed, causing a large fire.
The servants who were nearby were so frightened that they quickly backed away. Someone shouted: "The fire is too strong. Go get water quickly. The master and his wife are still inside..."
"Young Master, Young Master, the house is in trouble, you can't run around -"
The little boy in brocade clothes held a black dress and rushed into the main courtyard regardless of anyone's obstruction. When his dark eyes were reflected red by the sea of fire, he stood there blankly, his thin lips opening and closing with difficulty: "
Father, mother——”
Then, he rushed in like crazy.
The woman and the boy who followed behind immediately grabbed him and cried, "Young master, you can't do it! You are the only heir of the Lu family, and I and my wife will not let you die in vain."
Nan Xian looked at the next scene with worry. Is this dumpling with red lips and white teeth the same as Can Ye when she was a child?
As soon as the scene changed, the night illuminated red by the fire turned into a clear sky and day.
It seems to be after school.
A group of young men in rich and colorful clothes gathered together, and Can Ye was surrounded by several people.
One of them was wearing a blue brocade robe, a fat boy with a ball-like figure, his arms stretched out, the fat on his face swaying exaggeratedly, and he showed off: "Look, this is the clothes my mother made for me. It is made of
The finest fabrics from Baohualou.”
The people next to me sneered: "Tsk, it's not as beautiful as the one my mother made for me!"
"As if no one has it, my mother makes it for me every year, and I can barely fit it in my closet!"
Several people laughed, but only the boy with the most exquisite face had no smile on his face.
Passing by the wall, several beggars swarmed up like dogs smelling the smell of meat. They crowded into a pile and stretched out their hands: "Masters, please do a good job and enjoy the food."
Their mouths were wide open, their hair was unkempt, and their bodies exuded a foul odor.
The fat man took two steps back with disdain and wrapped the roast chicken in his hand in oil paper, as if he was afraid that the stench would penetrate into the oil paper bag and contaminate the roast chicken.
"Go away! Believe it or not, I will let someone beat you to death!"
Hearing this, several beggars glanced at the entourage behind the young master and begged a few more words unwillingly. Seeing that they didn't get a good look, they shrank back to the corner.
But there was a skinny little beggar who stood still, his eyes that were not so clear in black and white staring at the roast chicken in the fat man's hand, as if he was going to grab it the next second.
The fat young man obviously saw it too, and his face was very unhappy: "What are you looking at, little beggar? If you look at it again, your eyeballs will go out!"
Several young men laughed as if they were watching the fun.
Can Ye was so cold that he didn't even look at him. He let several classmates tease and insult the little beggar and walked home.
Lu Mansion.
Mrs. Lu is practicing swordplay. She comes from a family of military commanders, has a casual personality, and is not as doting and attached to her only son as the other ladies.
Like a ghost, Nan Xian followed Can Ye, who had become paralyzed at a young age, and saw him going to greet Mrs. Lu. After the mother and son exchanged greetings, Can Ye slowly curled up his palms, as if gathering courage: "Mom
——”
"Can you make me a dress?"
"A sachet will do, too."
Mrs. Lu frowned when she heard this: "Don't you have enough clothes? Then I will have someone buy you some more."
Mr. Lu is the Grand Governor, a popular person in front of the Emperor, and he handles errands for the Emperor, so he is naturally not short of money.
"Mom, I want you to make one for me, can you?"
He also wants to go out wearing clothes made by his mother.
He didn't say the last sentence.
Mrs. Lu looked at her son's expectant eyes, hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded: "Then... let me give it a try. You child, my mother is a poor craftsman. It's not that difficult for you to ask your mother to teach you how to practice swordsmanship!"
A few days later, Madam Lu asked a servant to send her a set of black clothes with some embarrassment.
What she didn't know was that her son, who had always been calm and indifferent, was holding the clothes and fondling them, looking through them, until the candle burned out and fell asleep, with a satisfied smile hanging on his lips that could not be concealed.
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