Li Cunxiao suddenly stopped speaking, just opened the white jade wine jug handed to Fang, slowly poured it into the cup, and then drank the wine in the cup.

This is a good wine, but also a strong wine.

As soon as the glass of liquor was served, he felt a raging fire burst out of his throat and burned all over his stomach and body.

Then, as the fire slowly cooled down, a strange sensation came up, soothing, dripping, like singing.

And the feeling of being devoured by ants in his heart was immediately washed away by this glass of spirits.

The eldest grandson immediately poured the empty cup for him.

Li Cunxiao held up the cup, as if thinking about something, and then, looking at Fang Fang, he frowned slightly, and said: There is really nothing to say?

Xiang Fang picked up a piece of eggplant and put it in his mouth, and then, smiling at him secretly, he said lightly: Actually, it's the same whether you say it or not.

Li Cunxiao said in a deep voice: Maybe it's different?

Xiang Fang paused, and then put down the chopsticks against the edge of the plate, looked at the fat and quiet eldest grandson, and said: The reason why I want to come here is to kill her.

Li Cunxiao seemed to have anticipated the purpose of waiting for them here, so after hearing this, he was not surprised at all, but said in a deep voice: I killed the people in the Dijing Palace.

Xiang Fang nodded and said, "I know this."

Li Cunxiao stared at him coldly and said, "You don't want to kill me?"

Xiang Fang's poetic hands touched the knife that was as light as the wind and leaves hanging on his waist again, his expression was indifferent, and he even smiled, and said: When I kill the eldest grandson, I just hope you don't make a move.

Li Cunxiao was silent, his indifferent expression was like a dead tree, he lowered his head, and drank the wine in the cup again, and the fiery feeling immediately came up again.

Then, the eldest grandson poured the empty wine glass and looked at him with a smile, not showing any uneasy expression because someone was trying to kill her at this moment.

Because she believed that she would not have died so quickly and so early.

Although Li Cunxiao is a cold-looking person, she believes that he must have a way.

Sure enough, after this glass of wine was down, Li Cunxiao said: What if I beg you not to kill her?

Hearing this, Xiang Fang suddenly burst into laughter, as if he felt a little incredible, looked at him and said: "Suo Qingyi will also ask for someone?"

Li Cunxiao's tone was as cold as a blade, and he said: Tsing Yi is also a human being.

Xiang Fang suddenly stopped smiling again.

He looked at Li Cunxiao carefully, as if he had never known this person, and he didn't believe that a person like him would say such a thing.

Because in his mind, Suo Tsing Yi should be the same type of person as him, who only knows how to kill people, and will never save people.

But he was wrong.

Because in the hand of Suo Ming Qingyi is the sword left by Sword Thirty, and the sword of Sword Thirty kills some people who should be killed, and he has the right to kill or not.

And he only has the right to kill, but not the right to kill.

I don't know if this is his sorrow, or the sorrow of those who were killed.

However, whether he wanted to kill or not, he had to carry it out, and it was an order.

Because the rules of the Ogi Mirror Palace have always been that they only tell you to kill a certain person, and will never tell you why you want to kill this person.

And those who are mouthy have either given away their tongues or their lives.

Finally, Xiang Fang's gaze stayed on the black-sheathed iron sword that Li Cunxiao had inserted in his left ribs.

It was an extremely ordinary iron sword, which could be bought in a street iron shop for a penny, without ornamentation, without light, and even the rust on the sword.

However, this is the most famous sword in the world.

And at this moment, this famous sword was inserted in Li Cunxiao's left rib, lifeless, lifeless, and energetic, just like a snake that had been dry for a long time.

Almost no one would believe that such an ordinary sword is the most powerful life-seeking sword in the rivers and lakes.

However, Xiang Fang was convinced.

When his gaze made contact with the iron sword, he only felt a sudden chill in his chest, and the sword was already breathtaking before it was unsheathed.

What kind of sword is this?

Li Cunxiao's body looked very tired, like the unbearable cold attack of late autumn outside the window, and the leaves that were about to wither.

However, Xiang Fang felt that his whole person was like a blade hidden with endless light, and if he was not careful, he was in danger of being swallowed by these sharp edges.

When facing the life-seeking Tsing Yi, Xiang Fang suddenly lost confidence, and even lost the calmness he had when he was playing against the equation just now.

The thin, almost transparent knife hung from his waist, and his wonderful poetic hands rested on the table in front of him.

However, he didn't make a move, just kept eating fish-flavored eggplants, one by one, and every time he ate a piece, Wutong had to use a champa to help him wipe off the greasy on the side of his mouth.

At this time, Li Cunxiao had already begun to drink his fifth glass of wine, and every time he finished drinking, the eldest grandson Wujian would pour his empty cup again.

The two of them drank wine and ate fish-flavored eggplant.

Two men and two women, like two loving couples, and like two pairs of old friends who have reunited after a long absence, are reminiscing about the old and talking to their hearts.

However, you would never have thought that in such a harmonious and warm atmosphere, there is already a strong murderous aura being formed, overwhelming, making people almost breathless.

However, there is no other person who does not feel this murderous aura, is it because it is dark? Has the boundless night already covered up this boundless murderous aura?

At this time, Wutong seemed to suddenly remember that he was the master of this room, so he got up and went to light the candle.

The room was dark, and a faint glow of night poured down on everyone's faces.

There was an autumn wind on the street, lingering outside the window, upside and down, like a group of naughty and naughty children, hula hula knocking on the window paper.

In this merciless and bleak autumn wind, I wonder how many leaves have fallen on the trees? In that vast night, I don't know how many people have not returned?

The candle slowly lit up, and everyone's face suddenly became vivid under the red candlelight, only Li Cunxiao, his face did not become rosy because of the six glasses of strong wine just now.

His face was still so pale, his expression was still so lonely, and he was as depressed as this boundless night.

No one knows what movement is hidden in this boundless dark night, just like no one knows what is hidden in Li Cunxiao's expression.

Has he fallen into some inexplicable sorrow?

Is it because he just saw the white jade flute inserted in Xiang Fang's waist, and it reminded him of the happy times with Ding Yuehua in the past, or did he think of the feelings with Lan Yutang across the rivers and lakes?

Still is...... Probably only someone who can predict death can read his expression.

The strong desire to survive he once had - it was a period of love, true love and sunshine, but such days have been far away with the elopement of Lan Yutang and Ding Yuehua.

Now, all he has left is the nostalgia for his father, Ken Thirty, which is an indescribable gratitude, and even pure love and sincere friendship cannot be replaced.