The fighting is over.
"Who was that dancer just now? You actually let her go."
On the boat, the ground was in chaos, but Murong Ying seemed not to lose any elegance. She continued to sit back on his expensive chair, drinking wine and listening to dance music, but there was a hint of guilt in her words.
Li Muchan was neither humble nor arrogant, and smiled calmly: "Since the elder already has the answer in his heart, why bother asking more questions? It's not that I let her go, but I should be glad that she didn't kill me. After all, I have a 'girl crush' Soul Dafa' is not that easy to deal with."
Murong Ying's scrutinizing eyes changed, and she suddenly smiled lowly, looking at the jade cup she was playing with, and said playfully: "That is really a peerless beauty, charming to the core. Hehe, I just don't know how good I am in bed? I heard She grew up in a brothel, so she probably knows a little bit about how to please men... I want her."
Between words, he had clearly guessed that the dancer was Shangguan Xiaoxian.
"Is it?"
Hearing Murong Ying say these words, Li Muchan smiled even more in the rain, but while he was laughing, he stretched out his hand to press his bamboo hat without any trace, covering the remaining half of his face in the shadow.
For some reason, he suddenly felt an irresistible urge to kill the other person, especially the last four words.
This feeling is very strange. It does not mean that he is attracted to that woman and cannot accept the coveting of others; it means that for Shangguan Xiaoxian, Li Muchan already has a desire to win her, defeat her, and conquer her. desire, as if this is a hurdle he must cross, regard her as an opponent, and defeat her completely.
People always have to decide who will win or lose.
He is very competitive, extremely competitive. I still remember that in those days, even if he was playing guessing games with children, he could guess the game for an entire afternoon, just to win.
The same goes for Yan Shisan. In a competition of perseverance, he never thinks he will lose, he just wants to win.
The same is true in the casino, he never loses.
For Li Muchan, if you don't do something, if you do it, you must become the final winner, no matter who the opponent is.
But now, he not only wants to win against Shangguan Xiaoxian, but also the big dragon head, the leader of the Demon Cult, and Xie Xiaofeng.
In this vast world, heroes and heroes have emerged in large numbers. Now that he has the capital to gain a foothold, of course he must take a step closer and move forward.
But now, he has no room to retreat.
Suddenly, Murong Ying slowed down her movements with the jade cup and glanced at him meaningfully: "You are murderous. Could it be that you have fallen in love with that woman?"
Li Muchan lowered his head, looking very respectful, "I want her too, win her, kill her."
Murong Ying's eyes had become dim, and she said leisurely: "You really don't know how to show mercy to women."
Li Muchan asked lightly: "What to do next."
Murong Ying glanced at him: "On the ninth day of April, we will launch a general attack on Shenjian Villa. Don't miss it."
April 9th?
Isn't it the day when the "Blue Dragon Society" takes action?
Li Muchan's eyes moved slightly, but without saying much, he picked up his umbrella and turned around to leave.
At the end of the day, Murong Ying's voice came unhurriedly: "By the way, I'll tell you some good news. The leader's magic sword is about to be completed and will be released soon."
The implication is that the Demon Sect's eastward advance is coming soon.
For a moment, Li Muchan felt as if thunder exploded in his heart, feeling a great crisis, and a few words appeared in his mind.
"The small building listens to the spring rain all night!"
…
Li Muchan left the painting boat and did not return directly to the Red Mansion.
Nowadays, various forces gathered in Jinling, just for the "Excalibur Villa". To be on the safe side, he still took a few detours to avoid crowded places. His mind was sorting out everything that happened today, especially that person. Thank you, Second Young Master.
To be honest, before today, he didn't know that there was such a person in the Xie family, and even few people in the world knew about such a second young master of the Divine Sword Villa.
It would be terrible if this person's cowardice and cowardice were all fake.
There is light rain in the long street, and it is already the third watch of the night.
Under the lights of thousands of houses, Li Muchan held an umbrella and strolled through the quiet streets, stepping on the mottled stone slabs and listening to the raindrops in the night, which seemed particularly lonely.
But as he walked, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small stall on the street corner in front of him. In front of the stall was a worn-out sheepskin umbrella. Under the umbrella was a wooden cart with a boiler, and in front of the pot stood a hunchbacked man. The rickety old woman was holding the iron spoon with great effort, as if she was stirring something.
A strong aroma of meat floated in the wind and rain.
Li Muchan sniffed and walked closer.
But I saw the dim yellow lamp shining out a medium-sized light in the night rain, so that the old woman's silver hair could be seen clearly, messy, sparse, and covered with rain foam.
The old man was too old, trembling, his hands were as skinny as dried orange peels, his eyebrows were lowered, and his loose skin was covered with brown spots, which made people moved and unbearable.
Li Muchan sighed. Once upon a time, he had done a small business like this, but as a result, he was noticed by others and his clothes were almost stripped off.
He walked over and Wen Yan asked, "Old man, what are you selling?"
"Broth, fresh mutton!" The old woman slowly raised her face. On her old face, one eye glowed coldly, and the other eye was not sure whether it was blinded by a sword or hit by a hidden weapon. He is blind, his skin and flesh are everted, his muscles are densely covered, and he has formed an ugly old scar. At first glance, he looks more frightening than an evil ghost. "Hey, sir, do you want a bowl?"
Li Muchan held an umbrella and glanced at the soup pot that was boiling. She pursed her lips and looked at the milky white soup with oily flowers inside. She suddenly frowned and said: "It's too dull. I did this back then." A lot of thought goes into the business, and everyone who has eaten it says it's good, even though the business is small, it's full of tricks."
The old woman was stunned. She obviously didn't expect that Li Muchan would say such words. She opened her one eye and didn't react for a while.
Li Muchan continued, minding his own business: "Look at this soup. The blood has not been wiped off. It's fishy and smelly. It's overcooked and the meat is rotten. The key is that when the soup boils, the bottom of the soup will melt." My hair is all floating up and I have no appetite at all.”
He spoke eloquently, with a smile on his face and a cold look in his narrowed eyes.
Behind the wooden cart, a mutilated corpse was lying on the ground.
He turned around again, and there were already more people on the way he came and on the street ahead.
These people are tall and short, fat and thin, male and female, old and young. The women include brothel girls with heavy makeup and half-covered breasts, peasant women with big hands and coarse linen clothes, and this old woman selling soup; the men include scholars, young men, beggars, and merchants...
These people all held umbrellas, blue paper umbrellas, and walked towards him slowly, not in a hurry, but with hidden murderous intentions.
Li Muchan took a breath of cold wind, and his eyes turned gloomy.
"Blue Dragon Club!"
He didn't say it out loud, but he was determined in his heart.
Then another name popped up in Li Muchan's mind.
"Xie Longteng!"
It can only be this person, and only him.
It seems that this person is not only secretive, but also extremely scary, because if even one of the seven dragon heads of the "Blue Dragon Society" is not scary, are there any scary people in the world?
Li Muchan didn't expect it. He only guessed that the other party might be a member of the "Qinglong Club", so he still underestimated the Second Young Master Xie.
If it weren't for the leader of the Blue Dragon Society, how could he mobilize so many killers in such a short period of time?
What kind of insect is this? It is clearly a poisonous dragon that has been dormant for many years and wants to swallow up the world.
Which one will it be?
Li Muchan was already thinking about where he had exposed his flaws just now? Or is the other party aware that his identity has been exposed?
But no matter what, there will still be a fierce battle tonight.
Li Muchan put away her umbrella, leaned it against the wooden cart, and walked slowly to the middle of the street.
Tonight, he didn't want to retreat anymore. He should face his true heart and show his ambition.
In this arena, strength has to speak for itself after all.
"Hey!"
With a deep shout, I suddenly saw the old woman in front of the stall with a ferocious face, and with a skill that was not suitable for her age, she turned up like an ape, raised and retracted her hands, and immediately saw two flying needles spit out from her sleeves. Shoot directly at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan stood tall without looking. He turned the knife in his hand and made two dings. The flying needle was swept aside, and an old beggar not far away fell down immediately.
The old woman missed the blow and was in mid-air. She still wanted to take action. But the next moment, her eyes suddenly bulged, and she saw a piece of the scabbard cut through the wind and rain, and as fast as black light, it was inserted into her throat silently. .
"puff!"
With her throat bone shattered, the old woman spat out a mouthful of blood mist and fell at Li Muchan's feet.
He raised the eaves of the hat and pressed the handle of the knife with his right hand. Suddenly he saw that the scabbard sank further and penetrated the old woman's throat, sinking into the stone, as if it was rooted in the ground and stood upright.
"bass!"
With a trembling sound, the long knife was slowly unsheathed in Li Muchan's hand, and the green light was revealed.
