"Even if, as you said, the blood-drinking sword was not snatched away by the murderer, then the young master of our family will definitely not know, he has always been in the Bodhi Temple, and he doesn't know anything about the situation at home. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Steward Mei looked very distressed when he saw Zhuo Yifan dying.

"Although he also returned to Zhuo Jian Villa today, it doesn't mean that he doesn't know. If the young owner doesn't know, do you mean you know?"

Hearing this, Zhuo Yi and Steward Mei couldn't help but be stunned.

"We don't know, we've been busy with business outside Zhuojian Villa these days. Zhuo Yi replied.

"I know this, your status in Zhuojian Villa, hehe, I don't think it's easy to get access to such confidential information. Therefore, only he, the young owner, could know the whereabouts of the Blood Drinking Sword. Duan Yifeng measured the channel.

"Our young master really doesn't know, you see that he is bleeding too much, and he is dying! Steward Mei knelt down with a thud and kowtowed and begged.

"Haha, what a loyal servant!But we haven't asked for the news yet, how can we let it go?" Duan Zixiong ignored Steward Mei who kept kowtowing.

One, two, three......

The time of the half-pillar incense passed, and Steward Mei was still kowtowing and pleading, blood was constantly oozing from his forehead, which had stained the paving stones under his feet red. Due to the excessive blood stains, large patches of blood-colored roses bloomed on the paving stones, which made people feel passionate.

"Please, let my young master go...... I beg you to let my young master go......" Steward Mei kowtowed and pleaded with Zhuo Yifan.

On a cold night, the wind kept blowing, and the torches in people's hands kept shaking and jumping. In front of hundreds of strong men, the old man in his fifties was bent over his body and kept kowtowing.

The sound of his head hitting the paving stone kept ringing, and the blood kept dripping. Steward Mei's face was covered with blood, and it stained his clothes red, and it stained the fire red.

Zhuo Yi came out of the grief of his father's assassination and slightly got out of his emotions.

"Brother Duan, you see that you have used a lot of means, but you still haven't asked. I see that he is bleeding too much, and if he continues to interrogate, he may die immediately, and at that time, except for him, the young owner, there may really be no one who knows the whereabouts of the Blood Drinking Sword. It's better to let him go first, and then ask later, what do you think?" Zhuo Yi whispered.

When Duan Zixiong heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, he felt that what Zhuo Yi said was very reasonable, so he walked up to his father Duan Yifeng and told him what Zhuo Yi meant.

"Haha, it's really a loyal old slave! For the sake of you kowtowing to your master and pleading for mercy at such an old age, let's not ask for a moment, let him go." Duan Yifeng said to Steward Mei.

Hearing this, Steward Mei stopped kowtowing, "Thank you for the success of Master Duan, I thank you for your great kindness on behalf of the young owner of my family!" Steward Mei kept kowtowing and thanking him.

The wind of the cold night was howling more and more, the flames beating on the torch were getting longer and longer, and the thin and rickety body was still kowtowing to thank him, in order to preserve the faint breath of life of the young owner Zhuo Yifan.

Steward Mei's gray hair, like snow in the cold winter under the firelight, drowned out the smell of blood, covered the threat of the blade, and covered the dust of the years. Layer after layer of wrinkles continue to deepen, which is the testimony left by the vicissitudes of the world, and the warmth left by the clutch of sorrow and joy.

The various sects on the rivers and lakes are still watching quietly, some of them exuding admiration, some showing disdain, and some are mixed with inexplicable emotions.

"Master Duan, you haven't asked a bird yet, so you just stopped?" said the head of the Jinyun Sect unfairly.

"Master Ping, you have always been known for your chivalry and righteousness in the rivers and lakes, and you are even more admired by martial arts people in the Righteous Qi League. I don't think you haven't seen an old man at such an age, for the sake of the young owner of his family, constantly waging his tail and begging for him. You see that his head is broken, and the blood is about to run out, you can't be without a little compassion, right?" Duan Yifeng's sympathetic expression overflowed.

After hearing this, he couldn't believe his ears, was this still the head of the sinister, cunning, and evil West Harrier Ice Sect? It was incredible, he would also be full of benevolence and morality? What kind of medicine was he selling in his gourd?

"Master Duan, why bother to show people like this, you will be very unaccustomed to such a person. Don't sell it, tell me what your intentions are!"

"Alas, Master Ping, it's not right for you to say that. The old and the old, Duan is also a person who respects the old and cares for the young, so he naturally respects the old housekeeper who keeps kowtowing to others. Duan Yifeng continued.

"You ......" Duan Yifeng's strange behavior made Ping Buping choke and speechless.

"Head Qi, what Master Duan said is very reasonable. Seeing this old man Mei kowtowing on the ground, I seem to be seeing my dead father kowtowing to me to thank me, and my heart is very uncomfortable, so don't be embarrassed!" Qiu Wancheng, the master of the Flying Dragon Gate, took over the conversation at this time and said very sentimentally.

Hearing these words, the uneven expression of the head of the Jinyun Sect became even more uncalm. I think that Qiu Wancheng has always regarded himself as a miscellaneous faction in the middle, flaunting that he is neither good nor evil, but in fact, he has done all the bad things, and he is as good as the people of the evil faction. But he is also saying high-sounding words, what is the purpose?

At this time, Ping Buping felt that he was not stunned by some drug, so he had auditory hallucinations, how could these treacherous people put gold on their faces, but the method of gold pasting was very awkward, and it did not match the whole environment at all.

"The Autumn Gate Lord will also be sentimental?" said Ping Buping very disbelievingly.

"Oh, look at what the head of Ping said, people's hearts are long, I am moved by the Steward Mei who is kneeling on the ground, and it is inevitable that I will feel affection for the scene. Qiu Wancheng said mildly, a rare manner.

"That's it, you so-called decent people are bullying a young owner who has been wiped out, and there is an old man who can't help himself. Although I don't believe in any righteous paths, I'm a little used to seeing it!How pitiful this old man is!" Nangong Qingtian Dao, the leader of the Qingtian Sect.

Ping Buping's eyes were about to jump out at this time, and he wondered if he had really been drugged, why did his ears and eyes always show too stiff and spliced pictures, as if the world had turned upside down.

Situ Hongyu, the leader of the Righteous Qi Alliance, and Qi Huaishan, the head of the Eastern Harrier Flame Sect, were silent after hearing the words of several people, and their expressions were very solemn.

And the disciples of several major gangs, just like Ping Buping, couldn't believe their ears, and the sudden change in the painting style was too spicy, and they didn't dare to open their eyes at all.

Tianxiang Pavilion's Qi Mengying and other major protectors smiled knowingly and did not interject. (To be continued.) )