As mentioned before, this matter can be found out easily. No matter how you think about it, you can tell that it must be Lu Yu who did it.
At this time, Xiao Lu and Ke Xin were having a meal lovingly, and the atmosphere was harmonious. What he didn't expect was that a huge storm was about to hit, and he was about to leave this land. What he didn't expect was that a huge storm was about to hit, and he was about to leave this land. What he didn't expect was that
, the long-delayed opportunity is right in front of you.
In the blink of an eye, it was another weekend. Compared with the past, this weekend was much happier. At least there was no trouble. Wen Ling was still busy, and there was still no news from Fang Qing. Through Wen Ling's vague unnaturalness, Lu Yu
He knew that she must be hiding something from him. But he didn't ask. If others don't want to tell you, they always have their own reasons. Even if the information may be dangerous. He went shopping with Xiaohua happily and bought a lot.
The things finally came home.
It was not too late when I got home. It was around five o'clock in the afternoon. Xiao Lu, who was a little tired, was sitting on a small bench and cutting Kong Qian's nails. Her injury had improved a lot. She could do this kind of thing by herself, but
Xiao Lu, who was determined to let Kong Yu owe him more favors, forcefully took possession of this right. He took the other person's little hand and cut it carefully with a bit of a smirk.
Having said that, this girl is really bad. King Yaksha almost killed her with one palm. How can she inherit his name with such skill? Lu Yu is worried about the future of "Silver Fox".
"It's too weak. It's so shameful. Where did your fierceness in cutting me go!?" Lu Yu asked while trimming her nails and squeezing her little hand. During this period, basically Xiao Lu and Zhang
Nai is taking care of her, with the exception of food, clothing, and daily life. The debt that Kong Qian owed during this period of time will probably be repaid with physical promises, but she has not yet realized this, and Xiao Lu is not in a hurry.
Lu Yu did very little about anything, other than Fang Qing, he couldn't even be counted as Xiao Hua.
Kong Yu was weak and had no choice but to let Xiao Lu manipulate her. She always bit her lips and refused to speak, as if she was pretending to be a statue. Her eyes closed to meditate, which reminded people of Bodhidharma who meditated on the wall in the Shaolin Temple. Lu Yu's pajamas were very big, and the quilt was
She covered her head tightly, fearing that Xiao Lu would do something to her. Xiao Lu was like this. The less you wanted him to do something, he would go against you. He was very rebellious. She pulled his clothes with a bit of obscenity.
This made Kong Qian roll his eyes for a while, but he still didn't say anything.
"You dare me to talk. People who don't talk are prone to mental decline. They are not smart to begin with. If this continues, there is really no hope of help?" Xiao Lu teased.
"Are you really Guan Hanfei?" It took her a long time to answer.[
"Should I say yes?" Lu Yu said casually, unable to tell whether he was serious or not.
"If you are, I will spare your life." Kong Yuan murmured.
"Haha~" Lu Yu smiled. This girl really wants to save face. She is still so strong at this time. "You touch me and try it."
Faced with his provocation, Kong Yuan really moved him, reaching out his hand and giving him a blow on the head, which was probably caused by him.
"..." Xiao Lu was quite eloquent. She had become familiar with him during this period and was not afraid of Xiao Lu at all.
"You're so good." Xiao Lu laughed a few times to save himself some face, "How is your injury?"
"It's okay." Kong Yuan said looking at the finger held by Lu Yu.
"Then, you can go back to your room and sleep."
"My room?"
"Yes, it doesn't matter if you don't pay the rent. You can't stay in my house forever." Lu Yu really missed his big bed.
"Oh." Kong Qian felt a little sad for no reason, "Let me see if your tattoo is okay." He pointed to the tape exposed by Lu Yu's bottoming vest.
"No." Lu Yu refused decisively.
"I showed you all mine." She said and tugged on the underwear Wen Ling lent her, revealing her beauty.
"Girl, you should respect yourself..." Lu Yu covered his face and said seriously, while his eyes kept glancing at that place through his fingers.
"Call me Lin Shuang." Kong Yuan burst into laughter.[
"What?" Lu Yu didn't react and almost cut himself with the scissors.
"It's nothing." Kongqian turned his head away from him again and remained silent, his face slightly red.
"Oh." Xiao Lu, who was rolling in the flowers, saw the opportunity. He was proud but did not show it, and cut her nails gloomily, "Shuang'er, you have fallen in love with me, right? This is not okay."
"My name is Lin Shuang!" Kong Yuan frowned and corrected, automatically ignoring the second half of Lu Yu's sentence when speaking.
"Yes, it's Shuang'er~ It's a much nicer name than Kongqian." Lu Yu repeated with a smile.
"..." empty words of complaint.
Correspondingly, the sky outside was gloomy, as if it was going to rain, and the relatively low air pressure could easily make people feel depressed. At the entrance to the warehouse of Gouchen Bar, several luxury cars stopped, surrounded by people.
, an old man wearing a Tang suit walked out of the car holding a folding fan. This man's dress was a little strange, and it was easy to think of those royal relatives and nobles in old Beijing carrying birdcages. He was not tall and had a straight back.
His steps were also windy, and anyone with a discerning eye would know at a glance that he must be a practicing master. Behind him was a young man with a sword-shaped eyebrow and a handsome face. He was the one Lu Yu met in the hotpot city! He followed the old man closely.
, very respectfully. Behind them, there were twelve or thirteen people, all of them were very strong men. Judging from their appearance, most of them were martial arts practitioners.
The old man stood opposite the warehouse, with his hands behind his back, feeling lost. At the door of the warehouse was a dark, half-open door, and the murmur of the old radio could be heard in the distance. This kind of scene was not seen in the last century.
It was still common in the 1900s, but now it seems a bit bleak. He smiled, and he smiled helplessly. An old brother he hadn't seen for several years lived in such a place.
"Fu Sheng, what was the first thing he said when he saw me?" the old man asked the young man, speaking in a clear tone.
"I don't know, I will probably curse a few words." The young man still had a bitter look on his face.
"Damn it! Brother Sheng! Who dares to call the master an old man?" The disciples, disciples and grandchildren who followed behind were very confused.
"Haha, there are really not many people who dare to scold me these days, but this one definitely dares." He smiled self-deprecatingly, picked up the old wine he brought from Beijing, and faced his disciples with a heroic attitude.
He turned around and pointed back with his folding fan, "Today, I will open your eyes. Do you know who the people here are?" When he spoke, he spoke with a cadence, style and style.
"Is it Lu Tianshu?" someone guessed.
Upon hearing this name, the man named "Fu Sheng" looked stern, and the furrow between his eyebrows became much deeper.
"哓哓." The old man also sneered, "Lu Tianshu doesn't have this ability. The person here is your great uncle - Li Di Jingang, Feng Bohai."