Bai Qinghou was also looking at his short sword, but he didn't follow his topic, he was still wiping it gently, and then, sneering, said:

It is said that when using weapons such as short swords and short swords, the body must be flexible and light. Do you know that the reason why I haven't used a short knife in the past 20 years is not because my body has changed, I have become bloated and clumsy, and I am no longer suitable for using it, but because I ......

It's because my identity has changed, I have become a different person, I have become a person who never knows how to use a knife, never uses a short knife, and Bai Qinghou never uses a knife.

At this he seemed to be thinking about something, and then, with a sigh, he held the dagger in his hand as if to worship the gods, and continued:

Therefore, since I became Bai Qinghou, in order not to let others see the flaws in this, I have been trying to make myself fat and completely deform my body for the past 20 years.

It's not because the food at Throwing Money is so good, it's because I have to use these physical changes to cover up other changes.

Lan Yutang smiled, and then his words: Because you know that no matter how much you pretend to be, you will never become a real Bai Qinghou, and people will more or less see some of the strange things.

However, when your body changes because of eating fat, your face shape will naturally change, and even your voice and habits will also change.

Even if others see something wrong with you, they will only think that you are just because your body has gained weight and your body shape has changed, so your personality, voice, and habits have also changed, right?

Bai Qinghou smiled.

He smiled, undoubtedly acknowledging Lan Yutang's words.

He slowly scratched his fingers on the blunt blade, as if to test the sharpness of the blade, but where he slashed in his hand, a faint streak of blood appeared.

If a blunt knife actually cut his fingers under his gentle stroke, so fast the knife.

Bai Qinghou put the broken finger on the tip of his tongue and licked it, suddenly sighed, and said slowly: In the past twenty years, I have been covering it up well, but I didn't expect that in the end, you still saw the flaw.

However, I can assure you that although my body has undergone such a great change that it is no longer even suitable for the use of this dagger,

However, I can assure you that my sword skills are still as nimble and sharp as they were twenty years ago when I was not Bai Qinghou.

Because now, when I pick up this knife again, I still feel so good, still so comfortable, and even as excited as I was when I first picked up this knife.

Speaking of this, he tightened the short knife in his hand and said in a deep voice: Now, the reason why I want to tell you these words is to make you believe that I definitely didn't lie to you.

As soon as the words fell, he had already made a move.

The short, blunt knife suddenly turned into a piece of white light, like the waves of a hurricane, roaring and overwhelming, approaching the vital point of Lan Yutang.

Lan Yutang held the jade flute across his chest, turning it into a red wall that couldn't even blow the wind bucket in, trying to completely block Bai Qinghou's sharp blade.

However, what made him feel strange was that Bai Qinghou's knife technique was not as sharp as he imagined, and even a little ...... There was an indescribable clumsiness to it, like his knife itself.

When his knife was stabbing out, it was actually very slow, very slow, so slow that you could see almost every change in it, so slow that Lan Yutang almost didn't bother to stop him from making a move.

Just when the tip of the knife he swung over was almost about to pierce Lan Yutang's body, Lan Yutang waved the immortal jade flute in his hand to block.

However, just as his immortal jade flute was about to touch his short knife, Bai Qinghou's knife suddenly stopped and was taken back.

He immediately slashed his sword, his face was full of anger, he looked at Lan Yutang coldly, the corners of his mouth showed a hint of cruelty, and said in a deep voice: You see, I definitely didn't lie to you.

Lan Yutang nodded, and said gloomily: It is really a good knife technique.

Speaking of this, he turned around abruptly and held the red willow that was slowly falling, with a sad expression.

And at this moment, on the neck of the red willow, there was a trace, very thin, very light, like a red line, just like the one left by the quick knife Xiang Fang on Qingyan's neck.

Hongliu slowly fell into Lan Yutang's arms, staring at him, the expression on his face was very realistic and vivid, as if he didn't know what was going on.

Then, the thin line suddenly thickened and suddenly erupted, as if the fireworks that had risen into the air had reached their limit and burst into brilliant sparks.

When the fireworks were gone, he slowly closed his eyes.

She's dead.

It turned out that the knife that Bai Qinghou had just waited for was not stabbing at Lan Yutang, but at Red Willow.

At this moment, Hongliu was still smiling slightly, her smile was as soft as the afterglow of the sunset in the jungle, and then, her head suddenly rolled down, and landed right next to Qingyan's corpse.

And at this time, the first rays of dawn in the east poured slowly down from those pale blue skies through the cracks in the window lattices, and fell right on her face.

The expression on her face was vivid and realistic, as if she was still alive.

However, she was indeed dead.

Her method of dying is not only the same as Qingyan's, but even her expression after death is the same as Qingyan's, there is no pain, no sadness, only infinite satisfaction and relief.

Is it because she can die in the arms of her beloved? Or is it because Bai Qinghou's knife technique is too lumpy to make her suffer from death at all?

Nobody knows.

Bai Qinghou's knife suddenly disappeared as if by magic.

He just looked at the body of the red willow lying in Lan Yutang's arms with disdain, as if he was looking at a leaf that had just fallen from a branch.

Then, he raised his head and looked at Lan Yutang, as if he was looking at a machine with destroyed parts, and said coldly: Do you know who she is?

Lan Yutang hugged the red willow whose dead body was gradually getting colder, the expression on his face was a little numb because of the pain, his mouth opened, but he didn't say a word.

He looked at Bai Qinghou, as if he hoped that he would not say any more, but Bai Qinghou was a little uninteresting, sneered, and said:

Let me tell you, this woman's original surname was Hong, she is the only daughter of Hongmen Honghui, if I am not mistaken, Honghui is the sworn brother of your father Jiang Feng.

Moreover, I also know that the task you received this time was to kill Hong Hui, because this is the only chance you have to exchange for light bamboo grass, and she wants to destroy your chance.

The palace master once instructed me to never allow others to obstruct your action, and never let anything distract you, so I had to get rid of her for you first.

At this, a strange and despicable smile suddenly appeared on his round and chubby face, and then he cuffed his fat little hands in his sleeves, as if he would not be able to endure the cold of this late autumn dawn.

This late autumn morning was a little foggy, I couldn't see the leaves of the distant mountains, I couldn't see the ancient road in front of the inn, and I could only see the endless sadness on Lan Yutang's face.

Bai Qinghou said innocently: I don't think you will blame me for being troublesome, and please don't think that the reason why I killed her was because you killed Qingyan and wantonly took revenge, I was completely thinking about you.