moonlit night

Luo Qingluan silently said "How can this be reasonable" several times in his heart, and immediately slapped the table and got up, striding towards the square table where the counterfeit product was.

This girl doesn't often play petty temper, but if she really twisted it, ten cows would not be able to hold her back. Feng Manlou at the side had a premonition that this aunt was going to be a demon, so she couldn't help frowning even deeper, and was stretching out her hand to give her a hand. Unexpectedly, he didn't hold back, and it's not good to spoil Luo Qingluan's face with outsiders present, so he turned his head and said to Yu Ruodie beside him: "Leave her alone, sit down."

After finishing speaking, he took the lead to sit down by himself, his gaze gradually drifting away following Luo Qingluan's back.

Let's see what Luo Qingluan wants to do first.

Yu Ruodie responded softly, and then sat down carefully with her skirt in her hand. She straightened her temples carefully, and then secretly gave Feng Manlou a look. Unexpectedly, the other party's thoughts were not on her at all, and she felt a little wronged. , I couldn't help but feel disappointed in my tone: "Cousin Lou, do you have a good relationship with Luo Xiao... Qingluan?"

Feng Manlou responded lightly, because he knew that Yu Ruodie must have nothing important, so he didn't pay much attention to what she said.

The boy in the green shirt over there seemed to be unaware that he was about to face a catastrophe. He was drinking tea casually with his legs crossed, and then picked up a few fried peanuts and put them in his mouth, chewing and smashing them with his mouth. It seems very comfortable.

Suddenly, there was a "pop", and a water-colored lightsaber was pressed viciously on the table. Then, someone roughly pulled the chair away and sat down on the opposite side. The little boy looked up lazily, and found that it was a little girl.

Although her face was a little dirty, and she deliberately put on a vicious look, it was not difficult to see that this little girl was beautiful, and she was a beauty.

He immediately put down the teacup in his hand, crossed his legs on the table, leaned back, whistled to Luo Qingluan, and said lazily: "Little beauty, what can you do?"

Seeing him like this, Luo Qingluan became even more angry, and couldn't help saying coldly: "May I ask your honorable name?"

The little boy on the opposite side was full of interest: "Guess."

Luo Qingluan resisted the urge to roll her eyes, gritted her teeth and said, "I heard from the boy that you are the famous Xiaoxiang Hengwu Lord, and my little girl has always admired Hengwu Lord..."

"Oh," before she finished speaking, the other party seemed to realize something suddenly, and immediately said with a smile: "Since you admire me so much, then let's do this, I happen to be short of a maid by my side, if you want..."

"Will you?" Luo Qingluan immediately jumped up, pointed at the other person's nose and cursed: "You are a fake! It's not enough to bluff and deceive, you dare to let this young lady be your maid, so go ahead and make your dream come true!"

After finishing speaking, she immediately called out the water spirit whip, and lashed down on the opponent with one whip. As if she was still not relieved, she exerted all her strength, one whip after another, the whip was extremely hot, if it was really touched On the skin, it is enough to make people bruise.

"Yo, so fierce." Xiaobailian leaned back, flipped the table in the air for a week, and then landed steadily. At the same time, he pushed the table in the direction of Luo Qingluan, forcing the opponent to suspend the attack.His whole body was incredibly light, and his blue clothes fluttered and fluttered in the air, like a green lotus blooming to the extreme.

Feng Manlou has seen Luo Qingluan's whip before, and the two are indistinguishable in strength, so when she uses the whip with all her strength, she thinks she can't get any big advantage, let alone retreat gracefully.

But the green-clothed man was obviously able to do a job with ease, from the time he got up to the ground, he didn't even spill a drop of tea in his hand.

Who is he?

Although Luo Qingluan dodged the table flying towards her just now, a few peanuts got on her hair, she swung her whip angrily and continued to attack, catching the opponent's opening several times, the whip passed close to his face, but Always close.It's just that every time she was a little short, it made her a little restless, but she didn't show it. The whip in her hand was still flexible like a poisonous snake, and it quickly wrapped around the folding fan in the opponent's hand.

The small restaurant is not big, so I couldn't help making such a fuss. The few guests quickly left, and the two of them couldn't stand each other because of the action of wrapping the whip around the fan. Soon, Luo Qingluan felt beads of sweat dripping from his temples. Next, but the other party is still calm.She knew that she was not an opponent, but she just refused to let go, and immediately shouted coldly: "Who the hell are you?"

The other party didn't answer, the originally lazy eyes slid across her smooth neck, suddenly became very bright and sharp, tilted his head and said: "Are you from the Luo family?"

The man's eyes were too hot, Luo Qingluan touched the side of his neck subconsciously, and instantly understood what he was looking at.

Rockwell's mark is there.

Although she has always consciously covered it with her collar and long hair, it is inevitable to leak out sometimes, especially when this kind of fighting is fierce.

Luo Qingluan's thoughts changed sharply, and he glanced at him immediately, and shouted: "It's good to know, just tell me who you are, or don't blame me for being rude."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Luo Qingluan just felt that the little white face stared carefully at her face for a while, then he clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad, I'm lucky today."

After finishing speaking, he threw away the folding fan, and then held the water spirit whip with one hand without any scruples. His footwork suddenly accelerated, and then he pulled hard, pulling Luo Qingluan into his arms.

The little white face is not tall, and even looks a little thin and thin, but I don't know where it came from so much strength. Luo Qingluan staggered for him, and fell forward almost uncontrollably. In desperation, she Suddenly let go of the spirit whip, then pulled out the Shuiyuan sword from the table, turned around and used his strength to approach the little white face, and made a move of Baihong piercing the sun.

This is a move by He Huanzhong, Rongku's second-style student. Luo Qingluan is quite comfortable with this move, and the angle is extremely tricky. He is confident that he will at least cut off a strand of hair from the opponent and snatch the whip back.

However, it may be that her luck is destined to be a bit unlucky today. The other party just turned her head slightly, moved her foot a step, and passed Shui Yuan lightly. After that, she made a victory gesture to Luo Qingluan who was close at hand : "Tsk, little beauty, you really surprise me again and again."

Everything happened so fast, almost in the blink of an eye, Luo Qingluan had no time to react, he felt a pain in his wrist, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".She was pressed on the table with her hands cut behind her back, and her face was pressed against the cold texture of the wooden table, excruciatingly painful. The man wrapped a captured whip around her hands for a few weeks, then bent down and hugged her close to her ear. Not far away said: "Tell me, who taught you this sword technique?"

Luo Qingluan only hated himself for not being up to date, so naturally he refused to confess his master, so he gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to kill, then kill, what nonsense?"

"We have no grievances, why should I kill you?" The man pondered for a moment, as if he felt very troubled: "It's just that you are using my swordsmanship, can't I ask one more question?"

"You, why do you say it's your swordsmanship?" Luo Qingluan was still leaning against the table with her face to the right, but just because of this, she happened to see a silver spear in Fengmanlou's hand, and it seemed that she was going to take a risk to save her .

She winked at Feng Manlou, shook her head very slightly, and at the same time continued to speak forcefully: "Of course my master taught me this sword technique, it's not enough for you to pretend to be Mr. Hengwu, how dare you pretend to be him? "

Luo Qingluan could only pretend not to leak any flaws as much as possible, but his voice was still a little trembling given the great disparity in strength, but the man didn't seem to care at all, he just lowered his head and thought for a moment, and then said seriously: "Don't say that!" , then I may be your ancestor."

As he spoke, he brushed his hair inadvertently with his free hand, but in the next moment, that seemingly pale and feeble hand suddenly exerted force on his shoulder, and it only folded lightly, and the sneak attack was It was broken at the sound.

This silver spear was made by Feng Manlou's mother, Tuo Yu's best swordsmith. It is said to be indestructible and extremely hard. It has killed countless monsters along the way, but now, it is easily folded in the palm of one person. .

"Cousin, be careful!" Yu Ruodie exclaimed from the side.

Feng Manlou took a step back, although his tone was calm, it was difficult to completely conceal his shock: "I have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, if there is something offended, I will look to senior Haihan."

"You are quite sensible, so stay away and don't come here." The other party casually threw the broken half of the spear/gun aside, and then waved his hand all over the building: "This girl, I will take it away first." gone."

As he said that, he picked up Luo Qingluan and carried it on his shoulders. Seeing how hard she was struggling, he patted her on the butt lightly, and lazily said: "Be honest, or you will be the one who suffers."

Miss Luo had never suffered this kind of humiliation since she was a child, and she was dumbfounded when she was photographed by him at this moment, and immediately struggled even more violently: "You bastard, let me go! You can kill me, you can't be humiliated, my master will not let you go!"

"Senior," Feng Manlou took two or three steps to the right, just blocking the direction of the green-clothed man, and at the same time quickly pressed the bowstring on his back with his right hand, "Can you put her down first, and talk about it if you have something to say."

"If I said," the other party didn't slow down at all, and smiled while carrying Luo Qingluan, "No?"

Feng Manlou's complexion did not change, he just took off the longbow behind his back, drew an arrow from the arrow basket, and slowly put it on the taut bowstring, the point of the arrow pointed, it was impressive that the arrow in front of him was still flying. people near.

At this moment, even Yu Ruodie beside her could smell the tense atmosphere in the air, she immediately stood up, pinched the corner of her skirt and said nervously: "Cousin, don't be impulsive."

"It's none of your business, sit down." Feng Manlou still kept his bow and arrow, and said coldly: "Senior, please put her down."

This young master is extremely talented and has always been used to domineering. He never puts anyone in his eyes easily, but because of this, as long as his temper rises, he still dares to give it a go even if he knows that his strength is disparate.

Seeing him like this, the man in green shirt couldn't help but shook his head, and seemed to mutter "I'm stubborn", and then said impatiently: "Why, do you have to be a hero to save the beauty?"

Luo Qingluan really couldn't stand his death-defying behavior, and took advantage of this time to shout all over the building: "Leave me alone, my aunt won't die."

Of course it was impossible for Feng Manlou to give up on her, the bowstring in his hand was stretched to the tightest, but at this moment, a sad tune suddenly sounded outside the door.

The waiter in the small shop saw that the situation was not good, and had already hid under the counter. Hearing this voice, he seemed to be frightened into the sky, and hurriedly ran into the back room, and then closed the door heavily. One of them ran away.

"Hey," the man in Tsing Yi glanced at the suddenly dark sky outside the house, seemed to be quite interested, then turned his head and rushed all over the building and shouted: "Boy, have you heard of the soul seeker? She is coming, all of you run away No."

Feng Manlou subconsciously glanced out, and when he turned his gaze back, his heartbeat had already missed half a beat.

It turned out that where the man was standing, there were no shadows of him and Luo Qingluan.