The purple-faced Yaksha said: "Do you know who I am?"
The tiger-faced boy said: "I don't know! I don't even know whether you are a person or not."
The smile of the purple-faced Yaksha was frozen, and his hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword.
With a "clang" sound, the sword was unsheathed.
But all he held in his hand was the hilt of the sword.
The sword remained in its scabbard.
As soon as he drew out his sword, the tiger-faced boy suddenly stretched out his hand and the long steel sword broke.
It was broken an inch below the hilt, so even though the hilt was pulled out, the blade slipped back into the scabbard.
The purple-faced Yaksha looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand, his face already as pale as paper.
No one in the room laughed either!
Not only could I not laugh, my breathing had almost stopped!
Only one voice remains.
The sound of dominoes being pushed.
It seemed like he was the only one who didn't see what happened just now.
Although Su Moli saw it, his face was still expressionless.
The tiger-faced boy looked at him and smiled: "Look, I didn't lie to you. It's very difficult for others to invite me to drink."
Su Moli nodded slowly: "You certainly didn't lie to me."
The tiger-faced boy said, "Then do you want me to invite you or not?"
Su Moli slowly shook his head: "I won't invite." He stood up and turned around, as if he no longer wanted to discuss the matter.
But he turned back to look at the purple-faced Yaksha and said slowly: "You should use the money you spent on clothes to buy a good sword; but it is best not to wear a sword from now on. It is really dangerous to use swords for decoration. Very much."
He spoke slowly and sincerely, and this was a piece of good advice. But to the ears of the purple-faced yaksha, the feeling was not pleasant.
He looked at Su Moli, his pale face turned blue.
Su Moli was slowly walking out.
The purple-faced Yaksha clenched his fists, angry and disappointed.
He originally hoped that the tiger-faced boy would snatch Su Moli back.
Although the tiger-faced boy's martial arts were terrifying, Su Moli's martial arts were not necessarily terrifying.
The purple-faced Yaksha winked, and two of the people at the same table with him slowly stood up, obviously wanting to chase them out.
At this moment, a strange voice suddenly sounded in the room: "You don't want others to invite you to drink. Are you willing to invite others to drink?"
The voice was low and soft, but everyone heard it clearly.
Someone discovered that the middle-aged man with gorgeous clothes and neat grooming had turned his head and was looking at the tiger-faced boy with a smile.
This person is the boss of Jilelou!
The tiger-faced boy also smiled: "It's one thing for others to invite me, but it's another thing for me to invite others."
The boss smiled and said: "Yes, that is completely different."
The tiger-faced boy said: "So I invite! I invite everyone in this room!"
He spoke as if he considered himself the boss of this place.
The purple-faced Yaksha gritted his teeth, suddenly turned around and walked out.
The tiger-faced boy said slowly: "It's just that when I invite people to drink, no one can do it without drinking, and even if they don't get drunk."
The purple-faced Yaksha's chest rose and fell, and he suddenly turned around and said, "Do you know that you need money to treat someone to a drink?"
The tiger-faced boy smiled and said: "Silver? Do you think I look like a person with silver?"
The purple-faced Yaksha said: "You really don't look like that."
The tiger-faced boy said leisurely: "Fortunately, you don't have to use silver to buy wine, you can also use beans."
The purple-faced Yaksha was startled and said, "Beans? What beans?"
The tiger-faced boy said, "That's the kind of bean."
Suddenly there was a sack in his hand. With a shake of his hand, the beans in the sack slipped out, as if by some magic.
What he scattered turned out to be golden beans.
No one expected that the ordinary tiger-faced boy in front of them turned out to be a rich man!
The purple-faced Yaksha looked at the golden beans rolling all over the ground. He was stunned for a long time before he raised his head and said with a forced smile: "There is only one thing I don't understand."
The tiger-faced boy said: "I will definitely understand the things you don't understand."
The purple-faced Yaksha said: "If you don't want others to invite you to drink, why would you invite others? What's the difference?"
The tiger-faced boy blinked, walked up to him, and said quietly: "If a dog wants to invite you to eat shit, will you eat it?"
The purple-faced Yasha changed his color and said, "Of course I won't eat it."
The tiger-faced boy smiled and said, "I don't eat either, but I often feed the dogs."
He paused and suddenly said: "After drinking my wine, you only have three choices!"
The purple-faced Yaksha was stunned: "What choice?"
The tiger-faced boy said calmly: "First, either you kill yourself; second, I come to help you kill it; third, either I send you to the government!"
The purple-faced Yaksha's face was ashen and he was sweating like rain. He subconsciously touched his quick sword.
The hilt is still there, but the sword is broken!
The tiger-faced boy suddenly said: "Are you learning swordsmanship?"
The purple-faced Yaksha said: "I am the sword."
The tiger-faced boy said: "Do you know the essence of the sword?"
The purple-faced yaksha said: "Say it!"
The tiger-faced boy said: "It's about kindness!"
The purple-faced yaksha said: "Good?"
The tiger-faced boy said: "The sword is the best among soldiers! Only with a kind heart and right intentions can one reach the peak of swordsmanship! People who are not kind are not worthy of discussing swords at all!"
The purple-faced Yaksha's pupils shrank suddenly.
The tiger-faced boy said coldly: "I can take your life as soon as I take action. Do you believe it or not?"
The purple-faced Yaksha bit his lips until they bled, and said in a loud voice, "Why don't you just kill me?"
The tiger-faced boy said: "Do you want to die?"
The purple-faced Yaksha said loudly: "If a man dies, what are you afraid of? Just do it!"
Although he desperately tried to pretend to be brave and brave, he was not very clever in pretending to do so.
The tiger-faced boy said: "If I don't want to kill you, do you want to die too?"
The purple-faced Yaksha was stunned.
Who would really want to die if they could still live well?
The tiger-faced boy said: "You originally deserved to die! But I changed my mind again. Now I just want to send you to the government!"
At this time, the purple-faced Yaksha did not even dare to express his anger.
The always ruthless thief turned into a docile little sheep at this moment!
This is Jianghu!
Whose sword is faster! Whoever is right!
…
At this time, dozens of pairs of eyes in Jile Tower were staring straight at the sight.
The tiger-faced boy's martial arts skills were something they had never seen before!
For a moment, everyone even forgot to cheer.
"Who is this person? Sun Kui, the purple-faced yaksha who travels all over the world, can't even draw his sword in front of him!"
"Yeah, I've never seen such good martial arts before!"
"He looks very ordinary!"
Everyone whispered for a moment.
The middle-aged boss smiled slightly and said: "Dongping County, Green Ping Mountain, Bishui Lake, Li Family Villa, the eldest son of the Li family, Li Hu, is known as the Tiger Faced Man in the world!"
"When I saw him today, he certainly lived up to his reputation!"
"This man has always been a nosy master. It will be unlucky for the big thief Purple Faced Yaksha to meet him!"
What kind of person is this tiger-faced man?
He is about twenty years old, not too young, but certainly not old.
He likes to enjoy and knows how to enjoy.
He likes wine, but rarely gets drunk.
He likes women who are good at singing and dancing, so he has always respected them.
He hates evil but never kills innocent people.
…
When Su Moli walked out of the door, the wind and sand outside seemed to be getting bigger.
But he didn't look back.
Once he starts moving forward, he will never look back.
The wind was so strong that a row of wooden houses in the dark alley seemed to have been shaken by the wind.
He walked past the row of wooden houses and stopped at the door of the last one.
As soon as he stopped, the door opened.
There was no sound or light inside the door, and it was even darker than outside.
Su Moli didn't say anything, just walked in, turned around and closed the door.
He seemed completely accustomed to the darkness.
Suddenly a hand reached out from the darkness and took his hand.
This is a warm, smooth, soft hand.
Su Moli just stood and let this hand hold his.
Then a voice sounded from the darkness, whispering: "I have been waiting for a long time."
It was a gentle, sweet, young voice.
Su Moli nodded slowly, and after a long time, he slowly said: "You have indeed been waiting for a long time."
The girl asked: "When did you come?"
Su Moli said: "Today, dusk."
The girl said: "You didn't come here directly?"
Su Moli said: "I didn't."
The girl said: "Why don't you come directly?"
Su Moli said: "I'm here now."
The girl said softly: "Yes, you are here now. As long as you can come, it will be worth it no matter how long I wait."
How long had she been waiting?
who is she?
Why are you waiting here?
No one knows, and absolutely no one else in the world knows, except themselves.
Su Moli said, "Are you ready?"
The girl said: "Everything is ready. No matter what you want, just say it."
Su Moli said nothing.
The girl suddenly asked: ""Is the end of the world far away? "
Su Moli said: "It's not far! We are at the end of the world, how can the end of the world be far away?"
The girl asked: "What is the color of your bright moon?"
Su Moli said: "It's blue, as blue as the sea, as deep, and as melancholy."
The girl said: "Where is your bright moon?"
Su Moli said: "It's in my heart, my heart is the bright moon."
The girl's voice was softer: "I know what you want, I know..."
Her hands groped in the darkness and found Su Moli's clothes button.
Her hands are light and gentle...
Su Moli was suddenly completely naked.
It was warm inside the house, without the cold winter wind.
But Su Moli's skin shrank and trembled as if in the wind.
The girl's voice was like a dream: "You have always been a child, and now, I want you to become a real man! Because there are some things that only real men can do..."
Her lips were warm and moist, and she kissed Su Moli's chest gently.
Her hands are exploring...
Su Moli fell down on the bed, but his sword did not let go.
He is a swordsman and a prodigal!
This sword has long been a part of his life.
He can never get rid of it!
