The man smiled, although he couldn't see his smile, but the red willow of the Wutong River could clearly feel that his smile was like a lamp flame blown by the breeze, leisurely, soft, beating slowly in the dark.

Then, seeing the man with his left hand on his right elbow, and his thumb on his chin, as if in deep thought, after a while he said lightly:

In fact, if we do one thing with our hearts, there is nothing impossible in this world, don't you say?

Speaking of this, he suddenly turned around, looked the red willow of the Wutong River up and down, and said slowly: Actually, you are all fooled.

Hongliu touched the cup he put on the table, held it with his index finger and thumb, and looked at it carefully, as if he was admiring the words engraved on it, and as if he was thinking about something, after hearing this, he couldn't help but shrug his eyebrows and smiled: Why?

Wutong seemed to feel very strange, looked at his vague face hidden in the shadows, and said, "Oh, then tell me who we fell for?"

The man: Green smoke.

Hongliu didn't speak, just put the cup under his nose and sniffed it, as if he was still trying to smell some wine from the glass of water.

However, she still failed, because no matter how hard she tried, there was a faint amount of water in it, so she put down the cup, shook her head slightly, and said:

It's impossible, although I don't know her true identity, but I know that she seems to have a very good relationship with Bai Qinghou, the owner of the Golden Villa.

Bai Qinghou is a well-known character in the rivers and lakes who never lies, I think, as his friend, she should also be very trustworthy.

The man smiled, it was the kind of contemptuous smile, sneering, and I don't know if he was laughing at Bai Waiting, whether he was laughing at Qingyan, or if he was laughing at what her red willow said.

Then, he looked at Hongliu again and said in a deep voice: Hmph, people who never lie will definitely kill more people if they deceive people.

Hongliu put down the cup, looked at him and said, "I don't believe it."

The man turned around, looked up at the dragon-like rope ladder above his head that was reflected by an oil lamp, suddenly sighed, and then, leaning against the stone wall behind him, crossed his hands on his chest, and said: If you don't believe it, you can go up and have a look, I think at this time, that Qingyan has killed at least one person.

Hongliu looked at him, didn't speak, just couldn't help but laugh, and then, stared at him coldly and said: Do we know who you are?

The man shook his head.

Hongliudao: Do we know where you came from?

The man shook his head.

Hongliu continued: Then have we met before, have we ever drunk tea together, have we chatted together, have we talked about wine together?

The man still shook his head.

At this time, as if she had caught some of his handles, Hongliu jumped up at once, and shouted at him: We don't know who you are or where you come from, we don't know you at all, how do we know if you are lying? Why do you make us believe your words?

The man seemed to be stopped by this question, touched his nose in embarrassment, and had to smile bitterly, as if he didn't know how to answer at all.

Sycamore also took two steps forward, as if trying to see the true face of the person in front of them, but no matter how close she walked, she couldn't see clearly.

All she could see was a blur of shadows.

His people seemed to have completely merged with these darkness, so he had to sigh and say, "Oh, then tell me, who is Qingyan killing now?"

The man was still touching his nose, as if he felt very helpless, as if he knew that the answer he gave would make them jump, but he still said the answer, and said in a deep voice: Qingyan.

Hongliu was really taken aback.

She looked back at the sycamore, and at this time, the sycamore leaf just turned her head to look at her, and then, the two of them suddenly looked at each other and smiled, and said:

Hahaha, you seem to be a serious person, but I didn't expect to be so good at making jokes, and I've never heard a funnier joke than this.

We just broke up with Qingyan from above, and as far as you can imagine, you actually told us that she killed her...... Wait a minute...... What do you mean to say......

Hmph, if you don't tell me who you are, I'll be dead, and I won't believe your nonsense, but is that green smoke ......

As if he felt pity, the man shook his head, sighed slightly, and said: How can a young girl like you easily say the word "death", it is very unlucky.

Speaking of this, he pointed to Wutong, the corners of his mouth showed a hint of ridicule, and continued: Even if you want to die, I think, she will definitely not kill you at this time.

Hongliu pointed at the sycamore, her face was meaningful, but she was not surprised, she just shrugged her shoulders lightly, and said slowly: You said she was going to kill me?

Hearing this, Wutong didn't show a panicked look, and even laughed, looked at it, and said, "Oh, how do you know that I won't kill her?"

The man smiled, the smile on the corner of his mouth just bloomed, and the jar of clear water that had been placed on the table was in his hand.

And his man still stood in the shadow of the dim light, as if he had never left it.

Seeing such a shape-shifting and silent posture, Wutong and Hongliu were stunned for a moment, they didn't see clearly when and how he took away the altar of clear water.

It seems that this person's swordsmanship has not only reached the realm of becoming a sword god in the unity of human swords, but also has even achieved such a supernatural light skill.

The two of them looked at each other like this, and couldn't help but sigh.

However, the man did not care at all about the look of surprise on their faces, and only poured clear water on the ground, and did not care that the weather had now entered the late autumn, and that the cave was frozen like an ice cave.

He seems to really regard this jar of clear water as wine, and wants to use "wine" to dissolve this affectionate chill, but water is water, wine is wine, no matter how hard you drink it, the two can't replace each other after all.

However, the man didn't care at all, after drinking, he wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, put the empty wine jar back on the table, looked at the sycamore, and said lightly: If I tell you that the bottle of "Three Days of Floating Life" given to you by Hongliu can't poison Xiang Fang, then will you still kill her?

Wutong looked at the red willow and said, "Really?

As if she had heard the most ridiculous lie in the world, Hongliu suddenly couldn't help laughing, and then, taking out the porcelain vase as green as jade from her arms, she said slowly:

Fake, this is what I stole from Bai Qinghou's secret room, I'm afraid that even ten quick knives have been poisoned to Fang, don't forget, although the "Three Days of Floating Life" is odorless and tasteless, but it can almost melt gold.

The man "hummed", gently patted the empty wine jar on the table, looked at the red willow, a pair of wrinkled light, like a cold star in the night, and said coldly:

Wrong, at this moment, what you are holding in your hand is not the "Three Days of Floating Life", what you are holding is just a bottle used to hold the poison of "Three Days of Floating Life", and in this bottle, it is not necessarily the poison of "Three Days of Floating Life", just like you saw just now, although there is a wine jar in my hand, but this wine jar is not filled with wine, don't you understand this truth?