The brothers' strange actions and words made Hongliu suddenly feel a little overwhelmed and even a little scared.

She looked at the two men coldly, as if she didn't quite understand what they meant.

She lowered her head slowly, but she couldn't help but secretly glance at the fierce and vicious brothers, and then looked at Lan Yutang who was standing aside, and said with a confused expression: I still don't understand what you mean, isn't he standing here well, how can he die?

The black smoke surrounded her, turned around three times from left to right, looked at her three times from top to bottom, and then, hehe, sneered: Wouldn't a good person suddenly die?

Bai Yan surrounded her, turned around three times from right to left, looked at her three times from bottom to top, and then, with the same tone, sneered, and said: When a person dies, it is no longer good.

Then, the two of them leaned into her ear, one left and one right, their eyes were as wide as cowbells, and they said in unison: So, you better cry as much as you can while he is not dead, otherwise he will not hear.

Red Willow's ears buzzed with the thunderous sound of their thunder, and Venus appeared in front of them, and then, shrinking his neck inward, his eyes narrowed, as if he was really frightened.

She looked at the black smoke and then at the white smoke, as if she had seen the legendary man-eating monster, and quickly hid behind the green smoke.

After the breathing was not so urgent, she slowly poked out half of her head from behind Qingyan, pointed at Lan Yutang and said to the man who came in with her:

He's the one you're looking for, and I don't know who you are, but I know that you're not going to trouble him, and if he dies, I'll be sad, and I'll cry.

Lan Yutang's gaze also moved to the man's body with the voice of the red willow.

When he saw the man's almost flawless hands, there seemed to be some strange light flashing in his usually calm and calm eyes.

Although these hands are soft, slender, and almost flawless, like women's hands, they hold one of the most terrible weapons in the rivers and lakes.

Lan Yutang's gaze slowly moved from the man's hand to the gentle, thin, almost transparent knife in the man's hand.

Although they have known each other for a long time, and have even become very good friends, they still said lightly as they did when they met for the first time: What a beautiful hand, what a strange knife, you are a fast knife?

Xiang Fang was not surprised by these strange actions of him.

He seemed to have expected Lan Yutang to ask this, so he nodded as if they had met for the first time.

Then, looking at the immortal jade flute in Lan Yutang's hand, which was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, he smiled slightly and said, "Yes, I am just a quick knife."

The smell of fish-scented eggplant began to fill the room.

The fish-scented eggplant emanated from the plate of the woman next to Xiang Fang, who was the sycamore.

Although Wutong was holding a fish-flavored eggplant in his hand, his eyes were always staring at the fast knife Xiang Fang, staring at Xiang Fang's flawless hands.

Lan Yutang was also looking at Xiang Fang.

When he looked at Xiang Fang, he had a strange expression on his face, as if he didn't know whether he should see this person as an opponent or a friend.

For him, this is a guy with a complicated identity and an awkward relationship.

Since you can't figure it out, don't think about it at all.

He casually sat down on a stool, sat down in front of an empty table, and then, looking at the plate of fish-flavored eggplant that was still steaming in Wutong's hand, smiled, and said, "Well, what a fragrant eggplant."

Wutong put the eggplant on the table, and then, looking at Xiang Fang with a happy face, looking at Xiang Fang's flawless hands.

Lan Yutang swirled the immortal jade flute in his hand, and said faintly: Could it be that you are looking for me just to invite me to eat fish-flavored eggplant?

Xiang Fang also smiled.

He pointed at the sycamore with the jade flute that was almost exactly the same as the immortal jade flute, but it was crystal clear, and said lightly: Let me introduce it to you, this is the sycamore, the sycamore of the Sycamore Restaurant.

The wine brewed by the sycamore is a rare good wine in the world, but the fish-flavored eggplant fried by the sycamore is also a delicacy in the world, don't you want to taste it?

As he spoke, he also pulled over a chair and sat down opposite Lan Yutang.

He looked at the still steaming fish-flavored eggplant with a look of intoxication on his face, and then took a few deep breaths.

He seemed to be a little unable to wait, just as the old pervert saw the beautiful big girl, and the miser saw the gold and silver jewels.

Sycamore also sat down, sitting in the extra space of his chair, gentle, considerate, like his wife who had just passed through the door.

Seeing that the place where Xiang Fang was sitting was a little remote, she got up and pushed the plate of fish-flavored eggplant in the center of the table in front of him, and sat down again.

The aroma in the Lonely Smoke Inn was even stronger, almost overshadowing Qingyan's ageless face.

Now, the guests in the room have moved all their eyes from Qingyan's body to this plate of fish-flavored eggplant, but Wutong's eyes have been staring at Xiang Fang's hand.

Everyone had already sat down, even the Black Smoke and White Smoke brothers had already sat down at a table next to them, looking at Lan Yutang and Xiang Fang unconvinced, as well as the steaming fish-flavored eggplant in front of Xiang Fang, and then swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva hard.

This plate of eggplant seems to taste good.

The red willow was still standing there lightly, like a willow branch fluttering in the wind, looking at the blue yutang beside him for a while, and then looking at Xiang Fang on the opposite side, as if he didn't know whether he should leave or stay before getting a definite answer, looking worried.

At this moment, although she has always thought about Lan Yutang in her heart, she hopes that Lan Yutang can raise her head and say something to her, or even scold her.

However, her eyes stayed on Xiang Fang's flawless hands, and her clear and calm eyes suddenly became tortuous and complicated.

Lan Yutang finally looked at her, the expression in his eyes was also tortuous and complicated, and then, he pulled a chair and put it beside her, and said softly: Why don't you sit?

Hongliu then withdrew his gaze, looked at Lan Yutang, his eyes suddenly blurred, as if he was covered with a faint layer of mist, and then, his mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something to him, but he didn't say anything.

In this kind of place, at this time, in the face of such a vague man, she no longer seems to know what to say.

Then, I couldn't help but sigh, as if to break this embarrassing situation, pointed to the black smoke and white smoke that were still glaring angrily on the side, and said worriedly: ...... They really ...... Trying to kill you?

Lan Yutang didn't say anything, just took her hand, put it to her mouth, kissed it gently, and then, nodded, and said with a smile: Now, since I already know that you are willing to shed tears for me, even if you are killed by them, then what is the pity, I think, I have nothing to regret.

Hearing this, the frowning brows of the red willow suddenly stretched, like clouds blown away by the autumn wind, like a lotus pond scattered by the rain.

Then he laughed, strangely and charmingly.