She could even feel what it would be like when the knife was stabbing her chest.

It was an absolute sensation, she believed, no pain, no sensation, as if he was caressing her chest as he stabbed her chest.

Perhaps, it was precisely because this feeling of being stabbed was so unprecedented, that she felt more terrifying and would be so respectful to him.

After the green smoke subsided, the smell of fish-flavored eggplant seemed to be stronger in the house.

It was as if the indescribable perfume smell on Qingyan's body had obscured part of the aroma of the fish-flavored eggplant, so when she disappeared from the house, the smell of the fish-flavored eggplant gradually returned to normal.

Lan Yutang sat next to the red willow, gently holding her hand, as if holding a piece of mutton fat jade, and the expression on her face didn't know whether it was love or tenderness.

Although the smell of fish-flavored eggplant exuded an alluring atmosphere, Lan Yutang didn't take a look, as if in his eyes at this moment, there would never be anything more attractive to him than red willow.

Xiang Fang looked at the red willow, then at Lan Yutang, suddenly smiled, put down the chopsticks, and said softly: Yesterday, I waited for you all night.

Lan Yutang was still staring at Hongliu's face, not even glancing at him, and then, sighing, he didn't know if he was saying to Hongliu or Lan Yutang, and said: Really?

Xiang Fang didn't seem to mind his indifference, just lightly bumped the chopsticks on the edge of the plate, and then gently picked up a piece of fish-flavored eggplant, as if he felt pity for something, and said: Yesterday, I heard Bai Qinghou say that Lan Yutang is a person who knows martial arts very well.

Lan Yutang's gaze shifted from the Red Willow Mountain to his body, raised his eyebrows high, and said with a provocative face: You don't agree?

Xiang Fang neither agreed nor disagreed, but smiled secretly.

He put the piece of eggplant he had just picked up into his mouth, closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, and made a look of enjoyment, not gasping for breath for a long time.

After his tongue completely melted the fish-flavored eggplant and the taste was completely absorbed, he squinted his eyes, wiped the juice stains on the corners of his mouth, smiled slightly, and said: I asked you about someone?

Lan Yutang twisted his face to the side and looked at the sky outside the window.

It seems that the wind is blowing, blowing the dead leaves of the trees, and the endless wilderness is filled with endless autumn, Lan Yutang's face is sad, and he said: I don't know.

Xiang Fang smiled, as if he felt that this person was really as fun as rumored, and said lightly: "However, I haven't said who I want to ask, why do you say you don't know?"

Lan Yutang's eyes suddenly dimmed, and there was a trace of inexplicable sadness, and he said coldly: A martial arts scum like me who is treacherous and betrays his friends, how can others let me know it, even if I know people, but I'm afraid people will pretend not to know me, right?

Xiang Fang shook his chopsticks at him, laughed again, smiled very subtlely, and said: You may not know him, but you have stayed with him.

Lan Yutang was suddenly stunned in his heart, and he didn't know what he meant by this, so he looked at him and couldn't help but say: Oh, is it?

Xiang Fang gently bit the chopsticks, as if he was thinking about something, and as if he was reminiscing about the taste of the fish-flavored eggplant he had just eaten, and then suddenly looked up at Lan Yutang, and said loudly: Last night.

Lan Yutang was silent.

Xiang Fang seemed to be afraid that he had forgotten, and then reminded him: The person I am talking about is called Song Qiuli, I think, you must have met him last night.

Twenty years ago, a generation of sword gods and thirty burial swords retreated after the burial of sword islands, and the new generation of sword gods suddenly disappeared, and the rivers and lakes lost order.

Just when everyone was fighting for the title of who was the number one sword in the world, Song Qiuli suddenly appeared and became the most eye-catching person in the rivers and lakes.

No one knows his details, doesn't know his origin, his teacher, his upbringing, and his person is as if he suddenly fell from the sky and became famous overnight.

Just when others were still feeling sorry for the retreat of Sword Thirty, and were amazed by Bai Qingyi's peerless swordsmanship and regretted his honor, Song Qiuli had already defeated Huashan Sanjian, Emei Sixiu, Diancang Qiying, cold-blooded thirteen killers, and became a veritable rising star in the rivers and lakes.

At that time, although everyone liked to compare his way of becoming famous with Bai Qingyi, the swordsmanship trend between him and Bai Qingyi was completely opposite.

Although Bai Qingyi's swordsmanship is sharp, fast, and has an unbeatable conceit, it is very soft, even with a bit of romance.

It's like the snow falling from the sky in December, although it is cold and aggressive, it reflects the brilliance of a pleasant mood.

And Song Qiuli's swordsmanship is fierce, extreme, and even cold, like a sudden storm in June, which gives people a sense of depression from the beginning when dark clouds are pressing down on the mountain.

Then there was a furious sweep, and before you could understand what was going on, you fell to his sword.

However, there seems to be some kind of death in the two of them.

Bai Qingyi is proud, conceited, his eyes are above the top, his eyes are empty, the sword has become the whole of his life, and his person has become completely integrated with his sword.

And Song Qiuli is almost the same.

That's why some people call him the second in white light clothes.

However, there is only one white light clothes, just like there is always only one sword thirty in the rivers and lakes.

Besides, Song Qiuli didn't want to be Bai Qingyi's second, what he wanted to do was himself, and what he wanted to do was Song Qiuli, the world's first sword, so he wanted to find Bai Qingyi to compete.

That's why he went to the Golden Villa.

Everyone thought that this was the real reason why he wanted to throw money at the villa.

However, only he knows that the real reason is definitely not because of this.

He has a more important reason.

In the past 20 years, the rapid rise of the Golden Villa in the rivers and lakes, and the rapid development of its power, have made other gangs have a sense of fear of being swallowed up and excluded.

Although they did not set up branches and branches in the southern seven and northern sixty-three provinces like other gangs to recruit disciples, the power of the Golden Villa spread all over the place in another way.

Because anyone who loses their lives to the Golden Throwing Villa will be sent to various places in the rivers and lakes to make money as a slave of the Golden Throwing Villa, until they redeem their lives.

And the slaves must obey the orders of their masters, so, in a sense, these slaves are all the forces distributed in various places of the Golden Throwing Villa.

And these forces either use force, or use wisdom, or probe and buy news, so, with the help of these slaves, the prestige of the Golden Villa is growing stronger and stronger, and the name is getting louder and louder, and it has the potential to dominate the martial arts.

Almost overnight, the small Golden Throwing Villa became a force that could almost compete with Funeral Sword Island.

Although the Golden Villa is ostensibly in the casino business, a discerning person can see at a glance that there must be a stronger force behind them.

Moreover, it will not be long before the entire rivers and lakes will be dominated by this powerful force.