Jianghu Love List [travel]

The night was very dark, with a slight breeze blowing, and a skinny man wandered slowly on the street. Once the lord of Fenyan City died, all the prosperity of the past would be in vain. I'm afraid it won't be restored until the successor lord arrives. The days of singing and dancing.

The thin man let out a sigh of relief and knocked on the gong, "Boom—boom! Boom!"

"Third watch~~~"

"Wow, ghost!"

The thin man froze for a moment, turned around and ran in the direction of the sound.

"Who, who is there!"

"Help! There is a ghost!"

With a bang, the two collided and fell to the ground.

The thin man threw out the gong and gong hammer, facing the man lying on the ground.

He knew this person, he was the doorman in the city lord's mansion.

"Old Liu, you are crazy, what are you yelling at night!" The thin man rubbed his forehead that hurt from the bump and bent down to pick up the gong and hammer.

"Skinny man, there are ghosts, there are ghosts." Old Liu Lian got up, grabbed his arm and hid behind him, pointing tremblingly at the end of the dark street, "I saw it, it's the city lord, The mayor is back."

"Ah?" The thin man looked up at the place he pointed, but he couldn't see anything except the pitch black.

Since the death of the city lord, his family members have all moved away, and the city lord's mansion is now empty and no one lives at all.

For a month, only Lao Liu was still guarding the gate, waiting for the arrival of the next city lord.

Just now when he got up to pee at night, he saw the city lord with disheveled hair standing at the gate of the courtyard looking in, he didn't even urinate, he just ran out.

The breeze blew, and the crotch was chilly. He looked down and peed in his pants in fright.

The thin man shook his arm and said in disgust: "You haven't done anything wrong, even if the city lord came back with a fraudulent corpse, could he still kill you?"

Embarrassment flashed across Lao Liu's face, and he took a step back.

Neither of them spoke, and there was a soft patter in the empty street.

The thin man has encountered some strange things as a watchman for so many years. He is not as scared as Old Liu. He looked up at the moon covered by thick clouds, and at the end of the street where the voice came from.

"Old Liu, did you hear that?"

Old Liu stood behind him without speaking.

"I asked you something, did you hear it, it seems that someone came over." The thin man turned his head, wanting to see if Lao Liu was frightened into a fool.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"

What did he see!

Old Liu is dead!

Old Liu stood erect and motionless behind him, dark liquid flowed from his mouth, nose and eyes!

The thin man ran like crazy, shouting, "Dead man, dead man!"

The originally dark street was lit up with candlelight one after another because of his screams, and people on the side of the road came out to watch when they heard the sound.

The thin man was running, and suddenly fell to the ground, his body twitched twice and then stopped moving.

Like Lao Liu, he also bleeds to death from seven holes.

……

Duan Hongyu was sitting in the study, with an open notebook on the table, a self-made dip pen in his hand, and doubts in his eyes.

"You just said that two more people died in Fenyan City?"

The man standing in front of the table nodded, "Xingyu has already gone."

"Who let him go!"

Zhan Feiying spread her hands, "He couldn't stop him if he wanted to, I locked him in the room, he kicked the door and ran away."

Duan Hongyu looked at him speechlessly, "Tie him up next time."

"Reluctantly." Zhan Feiying pouted her lips, and said quite dissatisfied: "You also talk about him, and I don't come back to you all day when I have a home. How long have I stayed alone in an empty room."

"Get out and bring him back." Duan Hongyu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

Zhan Feiying was very embarrassed and refused to cooperate.

"I won't go, he is losing his temper with me, if I go, he will definitely sing against me and won't come back."

Duan Hongyu's eyes turned cold, and the moment he raised his hand, he shot the dip pen at him, leaving a black mark on the left side of his face.

The killing intent in his eyes was undisguised, "Aren't you going?"

"Go, how can you not go!" Zhan Feiying exhaled, it wasn't because he didn't want to hide just now, it was because he didn't react at all.

Duan Hongyu raised his hand, and the dip pen that fell on the ground was sucked back by him with his inner breath, and he grabbed it in his hand, dipped in some ink, lowered his head and continued to write the unfinished short story before, and said it from his mouth in a casual tone , as if it wasn't him who exuded murderous aura just now.

"Go early and return early."

Zhan Feiying responded and left the study.

After going out the door, he felt a chill down his spine when the wind blew, and only then did he realize that he was covered in cold sweat from the fright just now.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, he nodded to Xiao Xu who was standing aside.

He thinks too highly of himself, even if he is the proprietor of Tianji Tower, Duan Xingyu's lover is useless. In Duan Hongyu's eyes, the proprietor can be anyone, and Duan Xingyu's lover can be changed at will. His life is worthless .

Sighing, he turned around and strode away, thinking in his heart that when he saw Duan Xingyu, he must be tied up, which would really cause him trouble.

In the study, Duan Hongyu threw the pen aside after finishing the short story book entitled "The Flame Behemoth", and raised her hand to press her forehead.

It was very quiet outside the door, he turned his head slightly to listen carefully, then frowned, "Who!"

The door of the study was pushed open, and the afternoon light suddenly shone into the room. The person standing against the light could not see his face clearly, judging from his figure, he should be a tall man.

Duan Hongyu pulled out the thin whip wrapped around his waist in an instant, and flung himself up with one hand on the desk.

The man turned his head slightly to avoid his attack, and raised his hand to hold the whip.

"You are still despicable." These words were accompanied by the man's sweeping palm, which seemed to be light but carried an extremely powerful inner breath. If it was hit on the body, vomiting blood would be a minor injury.

Although his legs were inconvenient, Duan Hongyu still relied on the flexible thin whip to make himself dodge the attack.

His current state is a bit like a kite being flown, but the person who leads the line has changed from himself to the other party.

Sitting on the desk, Duan Hongyu injected the strongest inner breath into the thin whip, and the thin whip instantly changed its shape. The originally soft whip stood up with bristles, and shone purple in the sunlight.

The man raised his eyebrows, let go of his hand the moment he felt the change of the thin whip, and sideways dodged his second whip. Following his movements, Duan Hongyu narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered.

"Knowing that I'm despicable and dare to come here, I'm not small."

"Definitely!" Duan Hongyu opened her lips slightly, and said a word lightly.

The man's body froze instantly, motionless.

Duan Hongyu didn't relax her vigilance when she saw that he couldn't move anymore, she returned to the wheelchair and controlled the wheelchair to come to him, looking up at him.

"Wu Yuchen, I haven't seen you in five years, are you rushing here to die?"

The man who was pinned down was the famous young master of Huanjian Villa, the next owner of Huanjian Villa, the only descendant of the Sword Immortal, a peak warrior of the Huang rank, once climbed onto Duan Hongyu's bed in the middle of the night, and kissed and hugged the 13-year-old him Wu Yuchen was touching and rubbing.

Although he didn't see his face clearly at the first time, Duan Hongyu remembered it as soon as he opened his mouth.

Wu Yuchen glanced slightly down his face, without much expression.

Duan Hongyu tilted her head, opened her mouth to say another sarcasm, "You..."

Just as he opened his mouth, Wu Yuchen moved.

He bent down and stretched out his arms in an instant, grabbing Duan Hongyu's arms with his hands like iron tongs, Duan Hongyu was startled and wanted to back away before it was too late.

He didn't expect that the poison and medicine he prepared would have no effect on this person, and he shouldn't have been so close to him just now.

Wu Yuchen leaned forward slowly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Duan Hongyu's scalp felt numb for a moment. If he hadn't been caught and couldn't move, he might have flown backwards.

Wu Yuchen's face was magnified in his sight, and his lips were gently licked by the tip of the other's tongue.

He shook his body and opened his eyes suddenly.