The first thousand four hundred and eighty-two chapters red umbrella
It would be extremely dangerous to harm Miss Gongsun, and it might even involve Brother Zhou and Banfenlou."
It was okay that the older man did not persuade him, but after he persuaded him, Gongsun Wanqing became even more angry. Zhou Fang was afraid, so why not himself? He was afraid that even Gongsun Zhuyin might not be willing to wade into this muddy water.
"Is that why he wants to be alone? Banfenlou claims to be righteous, but he is so timid and afraid of getting into trouble. How can he be fair and moral?"
"Sister Gongsun, don't be angry, didn't we come with you?" the young man said with a nonchalant smile.
Gongsun Wanqing glanced at the four people beside her gratefully, and said softly, "Well, thank you, but I'm afraid I will hurt you..."
"What did Miss Gongsun say? Power is scary, but there is morality in the world. If everyone is afraid of power, then it's okay not to enter the world." The older man said loudly.
"That's right, others are afraid of him, but we are not afraid of him." The man named Jiang Lan said arrogantly, but the look on his face was a bit stern and sinister.
Gongsun Wanqing's eyes were slightly red, and he was very emotional. It is precisely because of such heroic and courageous people that the world becomes a world.
Jiang Lang turned to look at Li Luo in the corner, threw a piece of wood and hit Li Luo on him, and shouted, "Hey, pretend to be dead or asleep, get up and talk."
Li Luo opened his eyes, looked at the people beside the fire calmly, and asked lightly, "What's the matter?"
"If you heard something just now, I would like to advise you to keep your mouth shut, so as not to cause trouble to come out of your mouth."
Li Luo snorted and replied, "I'm not a member of the martial arts world. What you said has nothing to do with me."
The older man's heart moved, and he raised his voice and asked, "Where is this brother going?"
"Yinzhou."
"Hey, Yinzhou? Why did my dear friend go to Yinzhou?"
"Find someone."
"Looking for someone?" The older man raised his eyebrows and said harmoniously, "Yinzhou has been occupied by barbarians from northern Xinjiang. It will be very unlucky for my brother to go to Yinzhou."
"Well, I have to go there too."
"May I ask my brother why you have to go to Yinzhou?"
"Brothers in the clan were separated from Yinzhou and have not been heard from for a long time. They want to see their bodies in life and death."
The older man laughed and said, "I see, brother, you should be more careful along the way." After saying that, the older man gave an extremely obscure look to another man who rarely spoke.
He nodded lightly and remained silent.
The rest of the people, including Li Luonai, didn't know that the older man with a kind look who was talking at this moment had quietly had murderous intentions. He wanted to eliminate the root cause without leaving any future troubles. There was probably no better reason than the Caohai spy.
Of course, he would not do anything in front of Gongsun Wanqing. After the rain stopped, this man who understood his intentions would take care of this hidden danger.
Gongsun Wanqing glanced at Li Luo curiously. After hearing that Li Luo was willing to risk his own life for the sake of the whereabouts of his relatives and friends, the anger in his heart dissipated a lot, and he felt more comfortable looking at Li Luo, at least not like before.
Annoying.
Beep beep, three sudden knocks on the door suddenly sounded. The sound was not loud, but it was a bit deafening. Everyone in the temple changed their colors in shock.
"Who!?" Jiang Lang shouted sharply, staring at the temple door nervously.
There was no answer outside the door, only the sound of wind and rain could be heard.
"Could it be a pebble blown by the wind?" Jiang Lang scratched his head suspiciously and looked back at the older man.
As soon as he finished speaking, three more words were spoken, unhurriedly and unhurriedly, taking time to calm the nervous emotions of several people in the temple.
The intervals were exactly the same length, and the sound was exactly the same size. At least the wind couldn't blow such regular stones, and hit the temple door so coincidentally.
Jiang Lang's expression changed and he shouted angrily, "Who are you pretending to be a ghost and amusing me here? Get out!"
It was quiet except for the sound of wind and rain outside, and no other movement could be heard. Jiang Lang looked unhappy. How could he rest after being teased like this? He stood up suddenly and was about to open the temple door to see what was going on.
Who is so impatient that he dares to disturb Tai Sui?
The older man raised his voice to stop Jianglan, and said calmly, "It's windy and rainy outside, so you might as well come in and take shelter from the rain. The mountains and rivers meet each other, which is fate."
After the older man spoke, the sound of wind and rain outside the temple gate suddenly became quiet for a moment, and then a clear voice came: "Mountains and rivers meet each other. The mountains are not good mountains, and the water is bad water. The fate may not be good, but it may be bad."
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The older man's expression remained unchanged, and he laughed loudly and said, "Whether it's a good fate or a bad fate, I'll take care of it as it comes. Please show up and see me."
The temple door slowly opened with a creak, and light came out. By the light of the fire, Gongsun Wanqing and others saw a person standing outside the temple door, holding a bamboo umbrella. The umbrella cover was as red as blood, which was very bright in the dark night.
The glare was so terrifying that Jiang Lan took a breath of cold air and looked horrified.
The bamboo umbrella was held very low, and the face of the person under the umbrella could not be seen clearly. He was dressed in black, which matched the rainy night behind him. The hand holding the umbrella was as white as paper, soft and boneless, and had a different kind of evil aura.
Jiang Lang swallowed, licked his lips, and carefully took half a step back. The young man and another man stood up, touched the weapons on their waists, and looked warily at the figures outside the temple door.
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The person under the umbrella moved and walked slowly into the temple. After waiting for a moment, he slowly closed the umbrella amidst the restless fear of the people in the temple, revealing a charming face under the umbrella.
Her face is as white as snow, as white as paper; her eyes are like hooks, enchanting; her lips are red, as if she had just drank blood. She is indeed extremely beautiful, even slightly better than Gongsun Wanqing, but no matter how you look at her, she looks more like a ghost than a human being.
People are like ghosts coming out of ghost stories, and they are scary to look at.
The older man's face changed, his eyes were slightly flustered, and he looked at the woman under the umbrella with fear.
The woman raised her head and glanced gently at the people in the temple. She was very curious as to why there was an extra man who looked poor and out of tune with the people in front of her. However, she just glanced at Li Luo in the corner and then
No longer paying attention, a pair of silky eyes passed around the older man and landed on Gongsun Wanqing. There was something strange on his face, and then he broke into a charming and chilling smile and said lightly, "You guys followed me all the way.
From Songhai to Zhuocheng, and from Zhuocheng to Wangmei Mansion, it is really annoying to have such a lingering ghost. I came here uninvited tonight, and I want to ask you why you followed me."
"It's you!" Only then did Gongsun Wanqing understand who the woman in front of him was. His expression changed drastically. He stood up suddenly and looked directly at the woman in black in front of him.
The woman seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said in surprise, "So you don't recognize me yet."
The older man took half a step forward and blocked Gongsun Wanqing.