Bai Qinghou sat there stunned, as if he didn't know where to start.

Then, with a long sigh, his empty eyes wanted to cry, but there were no tears, and all that fell was the loneliness and suffering of the past twenty years.

He suddenly turned around, pointed to the stone wall behind him, and said, "It's a long story, I don't know where to start, you go and see what is written on it?"

Following the direction of his hand, Bai Qingyi stood up and slowly leaned over.

By the dim light of the sky and the light of the torches on the stone wall, he could only vaguely see a few lines of words written on it, and the font was horizontal and vertical, very stiff, as if it had been carved out of the stone wall with a sword or something.

Bai Qingyi walked forward again, and then, casually picked up a torch from the stone wall, and slowly came up, only to see that it was written:

Bai Qinghou, when you wake up, you are no longer the big boss of the Golden Throwing Villa, you are just a person who has died.

Although this place is called Liangwang Yanshuili, from now on, you can only look at the smoke and water here alone. However, please rest assured, the gold-throwing villa that has not waited in vain will be more famous than before.

The final payment is impressive, white waiting.

Seeing this, Bai Qingyi was stunned for a moment.

And at this moment, he also seemed to have understood everything.

He originally thought that his father's death must be related to his eldest brother Bai Qinghou in some way, and in the past twenty years, he has been checking the evidence of his brother's killing of his father.

However, now, he suddenly realized that the person who really killed his father was not his brother, but someone else.

And this person is actually the fake Bai Qinghou who has been in charge of the Golden Throwing Villa for the past twenty years.

Bai Qingyi suddenly felt like crying, and the hand holding the torch was stunned, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Lan Yutang's almost flawless hands gently picked up a pair of crystal ivory chopsticks, bumped them on the table, and then, picked up the second piece of fish-flavored eggplant, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and took a long breath.

When he did these few actions, it was as if he was doing the most sacred thing in the world.

At this moment, it is as if he is not eating fish-flavored eggplant, but worshipping the god of all things who gives human life and happiness.

When the worship ceremony was over, he put the fish-flavored eggplant in his mouth, chewed and chewed it slowly, and even kept praising it, saying:

Yes, it's really good, the fish-flavored eggplant is really well fried, and I'm afraid there will never be a better fish-flavored eggplant in the world than you.

Wutong smiled like a flower, Chu Chu was moving, a pair of eyes were even more affectionate, looking at Lan Yutang's white, soft, almost flawless hands, and said softly:

Oh, yes? I'm a little flattered to hear you say that, and although my craft is good, you're the second person who can taste my fried fish-flavored eggplant.

Lan Yutang sat there quietly, swirling the immortal jade flute as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose in the palm of his hand, and then put his hands crossed in front of his chest.

He didn't look at the sycamore, nor at the steaming fish-flavored eggplant on the table, but just looked at Xiang Fang's movements when he ate the fish-flavored eggplant, and suddenly said:

Actually, I'd love to eat this plate of eggplant too, and if I kill you, wouldn't I be the only one who has ever eaten this fish-flavored eggplant?

Hearing this, Xiang Fang's face not only did not change, but even seemed to think that what he said was very reasonable, and he actually nodded very seriously and said: Yes.

Hongliu, who had been silent, heard the two of them say so well, as if she was a little moved, and stood aside with a look of eagerness.

She looked at Lan Yutang, and then at the plate of fish-flavored eggplant on the table, swallowed her saliva hard, and then picked up the chopsticks.

She learned the way Xiang Fang took the chopsticks just now, first bumped it on the table, and then was about to move, as if she also wanted to taste whether this plate of fish-flavored eggplant was really as delicious as they said.

However, before the chopsticks could be stretched out, Lan Yutang suddenly grabbed the chopsticks she stretched out, and then slowly put them back in their original places, and said lightly: You can't eat them?

Hongliu's outstretched hand suddenly stiffened there, and the expression on his face didn't know whether it was surprise or doubt, and then looked at him and said, "Why?"

Lan Yutang gently held her hand that was frozen there, took it back, put it on her mouth and kissed it, and then, looking into her eyes, said with a smile:

Actually, it's not because I'm stingy, and I can't even let you eat a plate of fish-flavored eggplant, and I'm not afraid that you'll spoil your stomach.

If I really want to be the only person who has ever eaten this plate of fish-flavored eggplant, wouldn't it be even you who would kill you?

Hearing this, Hongliu's face became even more ugly, as if he had been bitten by something suddenly, and looked at him tremblingly and said: Could it be that you really want to kill me?

Lan Yutang held her hand, and her eyes showed endless tenderness and sweetness, and said lightly: Fool, how can I be willing to kill you?

Hongliu looked at the plate of fish-flavored eggplant and said in a low voice: "But, I really want to taste this plate of fish-flavored eggplant, I'm not greedy, I'll only eat one piece, okay?"

Lan Yutang didn't answer, just looked at Wutong and nodded at her, as if asking for her opinion, and said: If she doesn't talk about her heart, let her eat a piece, okay?

However, Sycamore did not look at him.

She was looking at Xiang Fang's hands all the time, looking at Xiang Fang's white, soft, and even flawless hands, watching him eat fish-flavored eggplant, as if she was watching him paint a heavy ink painting, as if she was listening to him play a poignant music.

Perhaps, it was not until this time that she suddenly discovered that Xiang Fang's hands were simply unique hands in the world.

No matter what these hands do, they look so wonderful and flawless, like a piece of art left over from the flood era in a museum.

Even when Xiang Fang was doing something like eating, which seemed vulgar and very big, she felt that it was so good-looking and elegant.

Xiang Fang has been eating fish-flavored eggplant all the time.

At this moment, although it was already the late autumn season, there was still delicate sweat slowly pouring out of his forehead, like dust blowing up on the desert.

Wutong hurriedly took out a champa from Huai Chong and wiped away the sweat beads for him.

However, she did not feel sorry for him, but was afraid that the sweat on his forehead would fall on his immaculate hands and defile this unique work of art.

Xiang Fang still smiled at her knowingly, and then, stopped his chopsticks, looked at Lan Yutang, and then at Hongliu, the expression on his face was elegant and calm, and said:

Actually, I'm not stingy, I don't want to invite her to eat a piece, I'm just afraid that she will have a stomachache after eating, alas, if I knew that this girl also wanted to eat, then I forgot to let the sycamore put less poison in it, you see, how bad this is, what a rudeness.

Hearing this, not only Hongliu, but even Lan Yutang's face changed slightly.

He touched his mouth, and then pointed to the plate, and with a look of surprise on his face, he said, "What? Is there really poison in it?"

Sycamore smiled, and even showed a very proud look, like the kind of smile that a weasel in a flock of chickens has when he sees a big fat chicken full of cages.