At this moment, the inn suddenly became a little darker.

Someone held up an umbrella, blocked most of the lights, and wiped out a few candles.

Although it was rainy outside, most of the people who came to the inn were pedestrians sheltering from the rain. Logically, the umbrella should be covered with rain, but when he held the umbrella, no drop of water splashed down, as if he had been here before it rained. But even so, holding an umbrella in the house was not a good sign. Except for some young masters who like to pretend and have a twitch, no one would really do this.

"Which idiot is it?" The people in the inn looked at the place where they were holding umbrellas.

The man holding the umbrella was a man. His umbrella was a little larger than the ordinary umbrella. There were several other flowers on it, and under the umbrella was a young and pale face. He leaned the umbrella against his shoulder, stood by the window, looking at Luoyang in the rain, and noticed that many gazes were looking at him, so he turned his head to look at the people in the inn.

The melancholy arises in the eyes, which is enough to attract the soul.

It can fascinate those girls even more.

The men in the inn immediately spoke speechless, but a few annoyance arose in their hearts for no reason and did not occur.

The young man in white didn't look over in the entire inn. Because of this kind of self-proclaimed romantic thing, he often did this before. His eyes are now on the bell on the puppy's neck. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind poured in from the window where the man holding the umbrella was, and the paper bell made a sound.

"Woom." The puppy heard the sound and screamed a few times.

A little girl in plain clothes came to hear the sound and broke into the inn with rain.

"Xiaohua, why are you here?" The little girl picked up the puppy, but did not notice a disgusting look around her.

Someone was about to get up and scold him, but even the waiter was about to come over and chase him away.

At this moment, the man holding the umbrella suddenly shook his umbrella.

Seventeen bells fell from the umbrella and hung in the air, playing a lonely elegy.

Almost everyone in the inn was lost for a moment.

The little girl looked up in surprise, but saw a gentle and gentle face smiling at her.

"Little girl, go quickly." The young man in white who was not lost suddenly spoke.

The man holding the umbrella took out a piece of oil paper from his arms. The oil paper soon turned into an umbrella and then called the young man in white.

The young man in white took the paper umbrella and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl immediately woke up, took the umbrella, and left with her puppy.

"Meet again." The young man in white looked at the man holding an umbrella.

The man holding an umbrella bowed his head slightly as a return gift.

"All things are born on paper, and the fake is distorted from the real one." The young man in white slowly stood up, "It seems that you have found yourself?"

"Yes." A charming female voice rang out.

Obviously, the answer was not what the man holding an umbrella said.

The other side flower on the umbrella suddenly showed a terrible charm. A woman in red dress sat out of thin air on the umbrella, looking at the inn with charming eyes.

At this time, most of the people in the inn had come to their senses. After witnessing this scene, they were immediately scared to their faces pale.

The young man in white swung a swing, and a few silver needles flew out from the fan and hit the man holding the umbrella. The incomplete woman on the umbrella smiled slightly and blew a lightly, and the needles fell to the ground like fallen leaves.

The man holding an umbrella then jumped out of the window.

"Interesting." The young man in white smiled.

"That boy is gone!" A man reacted.

"It's really bad luck to hold an umbrella in the house." Another man hurriedly took a sip of wine to suppress his shock.

"Why does he need to attack evil?" The young man in white picked up the guqin on the table, "He himself is a ghost."

"Shaohua, where are you going?" The woman with red eyes was stunned.

"Catch up with him and avenge Wuyin and the others." Ren Shaohua's tone gradually became colder, "You go to the room first." After saying that, he also clicked his feet and flew out through the window.

In the corner, a drinking man smiled coldly.

The sound of rain is so cold, and the city is clear and cold.

"Gu Jingyao, Gu Jingyao, where did you die?" Luo Feiyu walked on the street with an umbrella. Although he was about to come out to find someone, he had no clue. He was not familiar with Luoyang City and could only run wherever there was a way.

There were no more pedestrians on the street, and the vendors began to close their stalls when they saw that their business was not good.

I don’t know how long I walked, and I don’t know which alley I accidentally entered. In the blink of an eye, only Luo Feiyu was the only one.

It seemed as if everything had become quiet.

It was so quiet that even the sound of rain was no longer quiet.

Quietness is very suitable for burying murderous intent, but in tranquility, it is easier to detect a little subtle change around it.

"What a sad and evil sword force." Luo Feiyu stopped and turned his head suddenly.

A handsome young man in golden clothes suddenly appeared behind him. He was wearing a beautiful long sword around his waist, like a dry plum under the snow.

"King of Muhuai." Luo Feiyu's pupils shrank.

"Young Master Luo, I haven't seen you for a long time." Yan Jingchen smiled slightly.

"Why are you here?" Luo Feiyu asked.

"My Yan family is a hereditary prince. Your Majesty summoned Yan to the capital, but Yan had no reason to come." Yan Jingchen tightened the hilt of the sword, "However, Master Luo is a turbulent man in the world, what should I do when I come to Luoyang, the imperial capital?"

"Why did King Muhuai let his good daughter do not do it, and why did he come back to be a Yin-Yang man?" Luo Feiyu smiled.

Yan Jingchen was not angry, but said lightly: "Stop him."

Six men in black appeared quietly on the surrounding walls or eaves, and in their hands, they held a sword without exception.

——Muhuai.

"I have sent someone to the side of the Moshang Master. The man is very good at traveling, and naturally he is very good at leading the way." In the courtyard, the qing sipped the wine, "I don't know what the sincerity of the master is?"

"King of Muhuai." Mo Wendong said with a smile.

"That King Muhuai who can no longer know how to use Muhuai sword skills?" Wuqing Young Master suddenly sneered.

"Although the King of Muhuai no longer knows the Three Swords of Muhuai, I gave him six sword puppets who learned the Three Swords of Muhuai. The plum blossoms may not bloom again today, but the falling petals can also guide people onto a different path." Mo Wendong raised his glass slowly at the ruthless young master, "When three people meet again, the indelible despair is destined to cause the cracks between the three people to continue to spread, resulting in eternal estrangement. As everything around him leaves Gu Jing, the thousand-foot abyss will no longer be a place to bind and flood him."

"But it will rise to the shore and become a torrent that subverts this world." The ruthless young master smiled slightly.

Lan Chuyi felt cold for no reason.

The child was still sleeping soundly in her arms, and Gu Jingyao was just a chess piece in the master's hand to her.

Why is she feeling uneasy?
Chapter completed!