Chapter 182

Yan Yi's face slightly drunk, with a smile to get drunk, "how come so late? I'm tired of waiting for you. "

At the same time, the sword had already cut to his neck with the wind. Suddenly, the sky turned like a blue light. The white clothes spread out in large areas under the moonlight. With a crack, the bone fan expanded, and the blade was forced to stop.

In the gap between the bone fans, Yan Yi saw the face of the visitor. He remembered that it was from the Tang family.

A man's howling is like a drug lord in the night.

"Boy, die!"

Yan Yi dodged the first sword, but when the second sword forced him to move, he let the blade penetrate his left shoulder and gushed out with a string of dark blood beads. The snake who has been sleeping in the bottom of his heart has been soaked with blood, and finally opened his eyes. His eyes are extremely black, just like a bottomless cliff.

Kill him.

The voice from the bottom of my heart is shouting wildly.

All the people in the way... Kill him!

When Chu Danfeng arrived at Yuelai Inn, everything was over. The whole Inn was filled with the smell of blood that could drown people. As she stepped slowly up the steps, she saw a dark red liquid trickling out, only a deeper red outlined the edge of bleeding.

PATA, PATA, PATA...

across the body, she saw the white clothes stained with blood. She was sitting in the pool of blood. Her slender white fingers held the wine pot, and the corners of her mouth seemed to smile.

In the moonlight, the man's face is like the best porcelain, with a cold white color. The wine pot in his arms is like the closest lover. The blood and wine are mixed together.

If on weekdays, Chu Danfeng must only feel ridiculous, ridiculous and pathetic, but today, she just stepped forward, carefully around the body, bent down, gently patted the man's shoulder, as if coax a child in a low voice, "you are drunk, let's go back."

Suddenly, the man stretched out his hand and grasped her sleeve, as if murmuring something. Chu Danfeng had to get close to it, "what do you say? Er - "before she could react, the man caught her whole shoulder. He didn't mean to offend him. On the contrary, he lowered his head like a lost child.

"Don't go."

Even though Chu Danfeng knew that the man was drunk and could not count his words, he still sprayed his hot breath on his neck and trembled slightly, "Yan Yi, you are drunk... How can you be so drunk? It's OK for others to get drunk and talk nonsense. Look at these people you killed. How can I clean up the mess for you? "

The man raised his head slightly, the pupil under the fine broken ink hair was shining, he was talking in a soft voice, infinitely gentle, "no one can insult you half a minute."

Chu Danfeng is confused.

"I'll give you whatever you want... What do you want to hear?" The man still stubbornly grasped her shoulder and murmured repeatedly, "if you really hate me... Take this life. It's my fault that makes you sad

These words are confused, coupled with the man's murmuring indistinct speech, it is almost ridiculous, but Chu Danfeng felt that the nose was sour, inexplicably blurred his eyes.

She suddenly thought of a man who was one of the heirs of the previous palace master. She could have been in charge of the funeral palace, but because she fell in love with an official servant girl, she was forced to the cliff by the whole funeral palace.

Night wind hunting, ink in the sky, she saw that once powerful man's eyes, not despair, not fear, is relief.

He hugged the woman around him and laughed. He seldom laughed. The smile was not handsome at all, and even a little ugly. "Jiao Jiao Jiao, thank you very much."

At the next moment, the dagger of the female slave of the government penetrated the heart of the man. Chu Danfeng, who was only 15 years old, suddenly widened his eyes.

She had no parents since she was a child. When she saw the happy scenes of the whole family, she would be filled with sour jealousy. Therefore, when she saw this pair of desperate mandarin ducks in imminent danger and saw the dagger bring out a splash of blood, she was shocked and had a shivering pleasure.

The man staggered for a while, no dodging, no avoiding. The woman was shaking all over her body. She was not an old murderer at all. She shrank and avoided the man's eyes. "I'm sorry, Wulang, I don't want to die... I don't want to die. I don't want to be a slave trampled by thousands of people. I think, I want to live a good life."

When Chu Danfeng saw the mask of the high priest, she saw a cold smile. She knew that the high priest must be thinking that if she broke the palace rules, she would be killed by her own elopement woman. This is the best way to make an example and frighten people.

However, the man's eyebrows, did not appear in the expected shock, anger, resentment, or even very calm, he took the initiative to step back, "you wear white clothes, do not dye my blood is."

"Chu Danfeng once again opened his mouth in disbelief, watching the man with a three-point smile, from that cold face filled with tenderness, as if in front of not life and death, is a flower before the moon," I know, don't blame you. But I think you are more or less sincere to me. Thank you very much, Jiao Jiao. But from now on, I have not brought you a good life, and I can no longer protect youWhen he died, he fell down slowly and heavily. The expression of the official female slave was really wonderful. There were three points of sadness, three points of sadness, and most of all, relief. Chu Danfeng's heart suddenly filled with a groundless hatred.

Even she did not know where this strong hatred came from.

Suddenly, a broken arrow feather, a hundred miles through the Yang, all of a sudden through the slave's body, four buried in the palace of Tu Shu came one after another of exclamations. The woman looked at the arrow in her chest with disbelief and at the blood gradually spreading out, "you... You promised..."

the words did not finish and never had the opportunity to finish.

Out of the crowd came a young man in white, with black hair and a blue crown. His face was beautiful and cold. He looked at the fallen body coldly and snorted, "the high priest promised to spare your life, but I want you to die!"

That young man was later the young master Yan Yi.

Time has changed. After so many years, Chu Danfeng finally understood the source of the hatred. It turns out that there is not no true love in this world. Some people are willing to give up life and death for a love word, but she has never experienced it.

Similarly, there are people who can trample on the true feelings that Chu Danfeng can't get and abandon them as shoes.

"Childe," Chu Danfeng used such a long time lost address, lifted the drunken man from the ground, and put his sword back again. "If you are not the young master of the burial palace, it would be nice. You are so decent and good-looking, and knowledgeable and reasonable. You will stay with her forever."

She whistled and attracted more than a dozen secret guards. When they saw the bloody and soft men lying on Chu Danfeng, they looked at each other. Someone ventured to ask, "master in charge, the young master..."

Chu Danfeng's look had already returned to his usual calm, "clean up this place, and find out who these people are, use the money and power, and give me the trace Wipe it clean. "

"Yes. The little Lord is also injured? Do you want to...

"he's not hurt." Chu Danfeng can already feel the weight of a man on his shoulder, and his sympathy for a moment quickly turns into disgust. "It's just that he drinks too much and kills people."

People: "have you seen enough of..."

" Chu Danfeng's beautiful eyes glared and said, "if you've seen enough, you'll come up with two people and carry him down for me!"

what happened is that Chu Danfeng even wanted to hide the past for Yan. It was not easy for him to cover up the past. The whole Yanjing Inn, nine Chengdu, had an eye liner for the funeral of the world palace. Once the eyeliner knew that the high priest had doubts, she would have to look into the matter. She had to ask her dark guard with her face playing.

Dark Wei is very honest, "the Lord in charge, the high priest does not know the place, the subordinates do not know."

Chu Danfeng:...

in the end, the three people stopped in front of a restaurant decorated with lanterns. Chu took a deep breath and was about to prick it in. The dark guard called out, "master!"

"What are you doing?"

"This... This is the brothel."

Chu Danfeng hate hate way, "nonsense, I'm not blind, if not here, where to live?" He glared at the sleepy man and said, "Damn it, I've sacrificed so much for you. If you can't be the palace master in the future, you can hang the southeast branch for me!"

Xu Niang half old, the bustard twisted her waist to meet her. She saw that Chu Danfeng was followed by two men, and the two men were carrying another man behind them.

No matter how she mingled with each other for many years, she couldn't imagine what it was like. What's more, the head girl had a black face, and the two brothers behind her were also very cold, with machetes in their hands!

Chu Danfeng didn't need her to guess. Even when she was red, she didn't want to go to see the girls in the past. She put a broken silver in the past and said, "prepare a room for us, and then make some wake-up wine. Don't let those Yingying Yanyan knock on the door!"

Madame full of doubts should be under, "girl upstairs please." One side murmured in his heart, are the rich people's minds so strange now?

The efficiency of the secret guard is extremely high. Chu Danfeng has not yet arrived at the sobering soup, but the other side has already been dealt with. "The leader, his subordinates have been identified and they are the killers of the Tang family in Yanjing. Judging from the rank, they should be the elite. Although the arrangement is complicated, it is not too difficult to handle, just..."

Chu Danfeng said, "what is it?"

"It's just that his subordinates found the boy on duty in the shop. He said that the young master was fighting because of the third young lady of the Yan family." dark Wei's small eyes were full of great confusion. "However, the identity of the little master in Yanjing is not Yan's second youngest?"

Looking at the sleeping man lying on the couch, Chu Danfeng wanted to kick his feet. This is not a mess, it is Nuwa mending the sky!

"It shows that our young master is really a cruel man. When he is drunk, he will not let go of his own people!"

In two people's speech Kung Fu, one of the dark guard leader saw the window, the instant face slightly changed."Master, there are people buried in the palace for help, and they are playing red smoke bombs!"