Lan Yutang's face still didn't have any expression.

He just held the immortal jade flute as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, and the green tendons in his hands were bulging high, like enraged poisonous snakes, ready to rush out and bite off his chubby, disgusting little nose.

But he didn't move.

Bai Qinghou was right, this operation was the only chance he used to exchange the light bamboo grass from the Ogi Mirror Palace.

And now, it is the most important moment for Ding Yuehua's injury to recover, and he must not give Ding Yuehua's life because of a momentary impulse.

He Lan Yutang can die, and her Hongliu can also die, but Ding Yuehua definitely can't die.

What's more, the target of his operation this time is still Hongliu's father, if Hongliu doesn't die, he really doesn't know how to make a move against Honghui, let alone how to face Hongliu.

Ding Yuehua is his sister-in-law, and Hongliu is his favorite person, but why does he want to abandon his beloved Hongliu and protect Ding Yuehua now?

Is it really just to resolve the misunderstanding with Li Cunxiao?

Bai Qinghou seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and suddenly sneered, extremely proud, with his hands behind his back, like a real big boss of the Golden Villa, and said:

I think, at this time, the palace master's order has been conveyed to you, and now, I have helped you solve your worries, so you should hurry up and do what you have to do.

Speaking of this, he paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, and then said: Oh, yes, the palace master also let me remind you that he hopes that you will not show mercy to Hong Hui's subordinates because of your father's relationship.

You must remember that if you don't bring up Hong Hui's head to see the palace master at that time, then Ding Yuehua's internal injuries will be aggravated, and his whole body will ulcerate and die.

When the time comes, you'll regret it and I'm afraid it's too late. Moreover, once Ding Yuehua dies, the misunderstanding between you and Suo Ming Tsing Yi will never be resolved.

You're going to be like two wild dogs forever and ever, and I think you know better than I do.

The corners of Lan Yutang's mouth suddenly had a faint bloodshot coming out.

His mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something more, but Bai Qinghou had already left, disappearing into the vast morning light outside the inn.

By this time, it was already completely light.

The endless morning light enveloped the entire mountain dome.

And the street, which was already a little bleak and deserted, is now even more deathly quiet, only the gold throwing villa in the middle of the mountain not far away is still lit.

Presumably, the passing gamblers are about to end an all-night gamble.

However, the Lonely Smoke Inn was unusually calm.

There was no cooking smoke, no shouts of morning guests opening their windows and getting up, no drunkards punching their fists and going crazy, not even the sound of heartbeats had stopped.

Lan Yutang stood in the middle of these dead bodies, motionless, like a wooden stake that had dried up for a long time, standing there stunned, without expression or sound.

I just stared blankly at the boundless morning outside, not knowing what I was thinking.

And at the tip of the bare plane tree outside the window, a few heavy clouds had just slowly surged in, swelled closer, and gathered overhead.

The last remaining leaves of the branch fell slowly, and then, drifting through the window, the morning breeze blew into the inn, and landed right on top of the two corpses.

It's the corpse of Lone Smoke and the corpse of Red Willow.

At this moment, although Lan Yutang was still alive, his face was dead gray, and from the moment Hongliu fell into his arms, he seemed to be dead.

He inserted the immortal jade flute, which was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, into his waist, and picked up the corpse of the red willow, which was completely cold, and was silent for a long time.

But suddenly tears welled up, one, two, three......

The phoenix's tears don't know if they are bitter or salty.

Then, the heavy clouds on the plane tree suddenly dispersed, and the rain still fell.

I don't know if this is the first rain since the beginning of autumn.

Hong Hui put his hands behind his back, stood in front of the window, and looked at the bead-like raindrops outside the window hitting the red tiles opposite, and suddenly felt a little chilled.

He wanted to close the window, but he was unconsciously distracted, and he didn't even notice that the dead leaves of the banana were splashed wet by the rain.

Hongmen, far away from the rivers and lakes, without the height of the temple, is a very remote place, since the beginning of autumn, there has been no rain for a long time.

The rain fell in large drops, sealing the blurred dust, splashing one vortex after another, like countless pairs of open eyes.

Wind and sand, dust, torrential rain, and water whirlpools are intertwined with each other, creating one psychedelic scene after another, which reminds him of a lot of past events.

Perhaps, because of his age, in recent times, he always likes to think back to some of the things he did when he was young, and some of the dreams he had when he was young.

He clearly remembered that on the day when he was just an adult at the age of eighteen, he rushed into the cellar and took out a jar of wine made by his father on the day he was born, and ran to celebrate their eighteen-year-old adulthood with his good friends Jiang Feng, Ning Shouxin, and Liu Dongping, and finally let go of a large amount of wine.

However, when he rushed to the ancestral hall where they usually met in disrepair, he got news that Sister Tsing Yi had been plundered by the flower picking bandits.

In order to find the whereabouts of Sister Tsing Yi, he, Jiang Feng, Ning Shouxin and Liu Dongping decided to break into the rivers and lakes to add manly seasoning to their eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony.

And during this period of wandering the rivers and lakes, they encountered a lot of strange things by mistake, strange people, for example, Jian Thirty, for example, Liu Qing, for example, the eldest lady Feng Feifei.

Of course, there is also his master, the hero Ma Mian.

If you think about it carefully, at that time, maybe because they were too young, they always liked to make a look that they were not afraid of the sky and the earth.

When I was young and frivolous, I always thought that I was a man, and I always thought that I knew more than others, so I was often blinded by illusions, and I couldn't tell who was a good person and who was a bad person.

Just when they thought they had won, they unfortunately found that those heroes who seemed to be famous and well-known ended up being bad guys, for example, the hero Liu Qing.

And those who don't look like heroes at all always save them one after another at the most critical moments, for example, sword thirty, for example, master horse face.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh.

Yes, the years of youth and frivolity, although a little crazy, a little confused, and always full of danger, but it always made him miss it so much.

And after the battle of Fujia Villa, he and Jiang Feng separated.

Because he could see that Jiang Feng seemed to have hopelessly fallen in love with the unreasonable, arrogant, and smart eldest lady.

As for the hero Ma Mian, he seemed to be very interested in himself, and kept instilling in himself the thoughts of the rivers and lakes, saying that if he had a master to teach him well, he would definitely not be much worse than the apprentice of Sword Thirty.