Even if he was controlled by someone with a sword, Long Haoxuan was not afraid at all.
"Haoxuan!"
Lu Feng suddenly scolded, stopped Long Haoxuan's movements, and then jumped out of the car.
The middle-aged look and aura told Lu Feng that he definitely had the guts to chop off Long Haoxuan.
Lu Feng would definitely not want to gamble with Long Haoxuan's life.
"He is about forty-five years old and about 1.75 meters tall."
"Short hair, likes to wear black clothes."
As Lu Feng walked, he looked at the middle-aged man and said.
This was all he could think of about Uncle Li's physical features in his desperation.
"Anyone can make up what you're talking about."
"Also, he never drinks."
The middle-aged man didn't even look at Lu Feng, but still stared closely at Long Haoxuan.
In order to avoid being distracted, Long Haoxuan took advantage of the chaos to escape from his control.
At this time, he could only use Long Haoxuan's life to ensure that he could leave safely.
Lu Feng frowned slightly and said, "How do you know that his living habits will not change?"
"He just won't change!!"
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said stubbornly.
"Stop talking nonsense! Now, I want to take him away."
The middle-aged man paused for a moment, not giving Lu Feng a chance to speak.
He has now determined that that person is dead.
Otherwise, the Blood King Sword, which has been sealed and stored in the warehouse, will never see the light of day again.
Lu Feng looked at the middle-aged man and racked his brains to think about everything about Uncle Li.
The middle-aged man sneered and tried to control Long Haoxuan to leave.
"He makes delicious noodles."
Suddenly, Lu Feng took a step forward and said to the middle-aged man.
"It's over! What the hell does this have to do with making noodles!"
Shangguan Daohan sighed softly and shook his head.
Many people were also speechless. Why did Lu Feng slip up at the critical moment?
What does this have to do with cooking?
It seems that Long Haoxuan will definitely be taken away.
And Long Haoxuan was already prepared to fight to the death.
He would definitely not follow the middle-aged man to the bandits of the Western Regions, otherwise the bandits of the Western Regions would use him to blackmail Lu Feng.
Long Haoxuan will never allow this to happen.
Just when everyone thought that Lu Feng's words were nonsense, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Then he suddenly turned his head and looked at Lu Feng.
The disbelief buried deep in his eyes reached an extreme.
Everyone couldn't help but be a little stunned when they saw the middle-aged man's behavior.
Did Lu Feng's words really work?
"call!"
Lu Feng also exhaled lightly.
It seems that this time he was right.
The most common things are the things that are most easily ignored.
Lu Feng and Uncle Li got acquainted in person. This is Uncle Li's greatest characteristic!
"What, what noodles?"
The middle-aged man looked at Lu Feng with wide eyes and asked.
“Scallion noodles, purely handmade.”
“Very fragrant.”
Lu Feng looked at the middle-aged man and added lightly.
"hiss!"
The middle-aged man's already widened eyes widened again, and then he slowly put down the knife on Long Haoxuan's neck.
Not many people know how to make noodles.
Only the people closest to that person are lucky enough to know.
Because no one would believe that the devil who carried the Blood King Sword and killed countless thieves would actually love making noodles.
But the middle-aged man knows.
And if you are lucky enough to eat the noodles he makes, you will definitely be regarded as a friend by him!
"He likes to cut green onions into pieces..."
The middle-aged man looked at Lu Feng and spoke slowly.
"It's not cut into circles, but into regular small rectangles."
"His knife skills are really good, and his size is very well-proportioned."
Lu Feng understood what the middle-aged man meant and immediately answered.
"Plop!"
The middle-aged man felt as if he had received an electric shock, and then his legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground.
Combining the various characteristics described by Lu Feng before, he was able to determine that the person Lu Feng was talking about was definitely that person!
"Yes, yes! That's it! That's him!!"
"You, why did he give you this knife?"
The middle-aged man sat on the ground and asked the last question.
His expression was extremely serious.
"My wife and I have known him for nearly four years."
"He found out about my wife, and I also told him that I was coming to the Western Regions."
"He gave me the knife and said it might be useful to me."
Lu Feng looked at the middle-aged man and explained concisely.
The middle-aged man and Lu Feng looked at each other for nearly half a minute, and then nodded heavily.
He now understood what that person meant.
"I can believe you, and I also want to believe that he is still alive."
"But, you'd better not lie to me, because you definitely don't want to see the horror of the Blood Knife Group."
The middle-aged man looked at Lu Feng again, his tone full of threats.
"When this matter is settled, I will take you to see him."
Lu Feng replied calmly with his hands behind his back.
"well!"
The middle-aged man nodded slowly and said after a moment:
"If you are his friend, then you are also our friend."
"Seeing the Blood King Sword is like seeing the Blood Sword Li Changtian!"
"Today, our Blood Knife Group will see the light of day again to help you, Lu Feng!"
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he stood up suddenly and walked outside.
No one can imagine how complicated the mood of middle age is at this moment.
No one will understand what this knife means in his eyes.
The owner of this knife and what it means to him.
And Li Changtian's willingness to give this knife to Lu Feng had already expressed his attitude.
Therefore, this middle-aged man has to do this.
"Brother Feng, how do I feel that he is a bit mysterious?"
Long Haoxuan touched his neck, walked to Lu Feng and muttered.
"No, that's not the case."
Lu Feng stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the back of the middle-aged man, a meaningful look flashed deep in his eyes.
"Why isn't this the case?"
"I feel like he talks and acts like a lunatic."
"Crying and begging while holding a knife, it's not the body of his boss."
Long Haoxuan curled his lips, but still looked unconvinced.
Lu Feng smiled slowly and said, "Just imagine if we parted ways now."
"Twenty years from now, how will it feel when you look at what I once had?"
After Lu Feng said these words, Long Haoxuan's eyes suddenly widened.
He couldn't help but think of that scene, and suddenly felt sour in his heart.
"We, we won't..."
Long Haoxuan glared at Lu Feng and gritted his teeth.
"No."
"But things are unpredictable, who can predict?"
"I didn't expect that when I returned with glory, Xueyu would be captured by thieves."
Lu Feng sighed softly, with a look of helplessness on his face.
Long Haoxuan's eyes widened, and that picture appeared in his mind involuntarily.
Perhaps twenty years later, the legend belonging to their Fengxuan Alliance will eventually become a thing of the past.
At that time, recalling the past events must have been quite emotional!
"They, they are different from us. We are brothers of life and death."