PS: Brothers, we are currently No. 1 on the category list and No. 16 on the overall list. Hehe, great things can be expected. Next week Xiaoyang wants to visit the homepage. I wonder if the brothers can work harder to push Xiaoyang up.
Looking in the direction of Ziqin's finger, Lu Xiaofeng immediately saw Xue Bing, and his face turned ugly. He was originally a happy boy, but at this moment, his entire face was more bitter than a bitter melon.
"I thought you were the kind of person who could not be bullied by his friends and wives."
Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, but outside the door, a few points of light appeared between Xue Bing's fingers. They were Xue Bing's needles, the magical needles of Mrs. Xue. This needle can embroider the most exquisite embroidery in the world, but it can also embroider dead people.
If Lu Xiaofeng hadn't been sitting opposite Zi Qin, and if Lu Xiaofeng hadn't blocked Zi Qin, the needle in Xue Bing's hand might have been stuck in Zi Qin's vital part at this moment.
In the room, Ziqin still didn't know that he was on the verge of death. He looked sideways at Lu Xiaofeng.
"It's a pity that she is not my friend's wife, and even if she is, it doesn't matter. I have many friends, but most of them either want my life or are mentally prepared to be betrayed by me when necessary."
Ziqin's voice was very indifferent. Lu Xiaofeng rubbed his nose and smiled bitterly. This sentence blocked all his reasons in his throat.
"It seems like I shouldn't be here."
Lu Xiaofeng touched his nose and stood up. He seemed to have no intention of letting Zi Qin help anymore. When Zi Qin opened his wine glass, poured a glass of wine, raised his head and poured the wine into his mouth, he had already walked out of the hanging world.
Entering the door with the most luxurious curtain, he seemed to be planning to leave.
Outside the door, Xue Bing wanted to raise his hand when he saw Lu Xiaofeng coming out. Women, no matter how generous they are, always have zero tolerance for certain things. What's more, Xue Bing has never been a generous person, so he wanted to give Zi Qin six points.
Commemoration, of course, whether Ziqin can bear this kind of commemoration is not something Xue Bing needs to consider.
Xue Bing's hand had only been raised halfway, but she suddenly softened. She turned around in disbelief. Behind her, Lu Xiaofeng had just retracted her fingers to touch her nose. Xue Bing collapsed in disbelief.
Lu Xiaofeng's arms were then carried back to Ziqin's house.
"Yelai Inn, if you find her annoying, you can send her back at any time."
Lu Xiaofeng carefully placed Xue Bing on Zi Qin's bed, dragged the thin silk quilt on the bed and gently covered Xue Bing. She seemed to have forgotten how ugly her face was when she first heard Zi Qin say he wanted Xue Bing a moment ago.
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The bed was not far from the soft couch, and it only took a few steps to reach it. However, Ziqin didn't even look at Xue Bing, who was lying on the bed helplessly.
"I will never send her back. If you want to see her, you can come to my place."
Ziqin slowly picked up the pot and poured the wine, but did not even look at Lu Xiaofeng, as if he was already immersed in his own world.
A wry smile appeared on Lu Xiaofeng's lips again.
"If you didn't still believe in my eyes and my feelings, I might even think that you are not you."
Lu Xiaofeng turned around and walked out with a bitter smile, her faint words floating in the room, and Ziqin's hand when pouring the wine froze slightly.
Acting, but it is not omnipotent. Everyone has his own soul and his own character. In this world where spiritual power does not exist, it is okay. If it is in a semi-fantasy world like Rain and Cloud, I am afraid this will become fatal.
things.
Outside the door, Lu Xiaofeng had disappeared. Ziqin put down his wine glass, reached for his waist, and pulled out a soft sword. This was the snake king's weapon, and it was also Ziqin's weapon in this world.
The only weapon Ziqin can rely on in this world, the killing sword technique, does not exist in this world. Ziqin may be able to use it, but this body has no impression of this sword technique, so if Ziqin wants to use the killing sword technique
It takes time to practice, and even if you have experience, it is not easy to practice the killing sword technique to the fourth level again.
This sword, and the swordsmanship that goes with it, originally belonged to the Snake King and Ziqin's current body, just like Shen Qinggang in The Condor Shooting. Ziqin only needed a little familiarity to fully master it.
"Good sword"
At this moment, a voice suddenly came into the house.
This is the territory of the Snake King, this place is guarded by more than 3,000 heroes, but this voice seems to regard Zhelin as its own territory, its own place. When the voice falls, the door curtain has been opened, and a man with a full beard appears.
The man walked in. If Lu Xiaofeng were still here, he might not be able to help but jump up.
With a full beard, red shoes and embroidered flowers, this was not the embroidered thief Lu Xiaofeng was looking for.
Ziqin sat there quietly, still looking at his sword indifferently.
"It's a pity that you no longer need this sword."
The man's voice continued to sound, and his eyes had turned to Xue Bing on the bed, with a touch of greed and lust in his eyes.
"I'm just a man in the world. How can a man in the world not need a sword?"
Ziqin's head suddenly raised, and his eyes had become extremely calm. There was no change like the laughter, anger or coldness when he faced Lu Xiaofeng. There was only the same calm as before, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
"Anyone who has three thousand heroes in the market can no longer say that he is a pure man in the world. Are you an exception?"
The man's voice suddenly sounded with a hint of sarcasm. He looked at Ziqin with a deep sneer in his eyes. He slowly walked towards the bed where Xue Bing was lying.
The man's steps stopped after only a few steps. It was not that he wanted to stop, but a sword blocked his way. It was a thin sword, a good sword, and a sword that could kill.
Hold it in Ziqin's hand.
A moment ago, Ziqin was lying on the couch, wrapped in a thick coat, but at this moment, Ziqin was already standing here, holding out his sword.
At the moment just now, Ziqin almost subconsciously took action. How did he get here from the couch? How did the sword held in both hands turn into a sword held in one hand? He was completely confused. Fortunately, there seemed to be a sound in his mind just now.
After receiving the reminder, Ziqin believed that he should have gained something again.
"You can take anything from here, but you can't touch this person."
Ziqin's eyes were still calm, but what was even calmer was his hand. It was calm and stable, and the sword was like a fixed railing, standing firmly in front of the man.
"Are you sure you want to block my way?"
The man's gaze narrowed, and finally became as sharp as a needle point, which made people sting.
"I said that I am a member of the Jianghu, and there are at least hundreds of Jianghu people under my three thousand sons. But you have to know that sometimes some things are indeed more important to us than our lives."
Ziqin's voice was still extremely calm, and the man's face was slightly startled, and then he laughed.
The man's smile was so gentle, as if a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam accidentally met like-minded people and talked about topics that everyone agreed with.
"Indeed, I forgot that you are still a member of the world, so I just pretended that I didn't mention it at this time."
The man slowly turned around and walked out of the house, "I will inform you if something happens. I hope you will no longer be a charlatan next time."
Seeing the man's back disappearing outside the house, Zi Qin slowly put down the sword in his hand, but cold sweat had already slid down his face. At this moment, Zi Qin realized that all the clothes on his back were stuck to his back. He turned slightly and looked at the bed.
Xue Bing, who was sleeping soundly, smiled bitterly. Lu Xiaofeng's fingers were indeed unparalleled in the world. He could tap acupuncture points to make people sleep so sweetly.
A wry smile spread at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly Ziqin's eyes quickly shrank, and behind him, a sharp chill suddenly hit his heart.
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