Why does the shark I picked bite people?

Shang Bieyun glanced at the blood dripping on the ground, and raised his eyes: "I lost my way and bumped into Mr. Yuan and chatted with him for a while. He lost his way and bumped into something. It seems that he was out of luck." I'm good."

Young Master Yuan unfolded his folding fan, and looked for the expression on Shang Bieyun's face with great interest: "Don't ask if he is dead or not?"

"Whether or not to ask is very important to Mr. Yuan?" Shang Bieyun raised one corner of his mouth.

"Oh." Mr. Yuan scratched his temples with a folding fan, walked up to Cheng Jiao with a troubled expression, held up his chin, and pinched his bloody cheeks, "It seems that this guy is not What an important person, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have spent so much effort to catch him."

With hands behind his back, Shang Bieyun took two steps in the direction of Young Master Yuan, always facing him: "It seems that Mr. Yuan is not an important person to Mr. Yuan. I just heard Mr. Yuan say that Mr. Yuan is dead. ? But Young Master seems to be very interested."

Young Master Yuan threw Cheng Jiao's face away, and his tone was full of joy: "Yes, yes, since you happened to catch up, why don't you come and take a look with me?"

After that, she was a little shy, and smiled with a bow: "I spent a lot of time on the layout, I was thinking about it just now, there is no audience, it's a pity."

Shang Bieyun Lianpao smiled and made a gesture of invitation, without even glancing in Cheng Jiao's direction.

Mr. Yuan glanced back and forth between the two, spread his fan and smiled, and said to the servant, "You also follow, take him with you."

Shang Bieyun and Mr. Yuan walked side by side on the long corridor.The servant supported Cheng Jiao, and followed them a few steps behind them, silently following.

They couldn't figure out the details of each other, and they were unwilling to walk in front of each other, so they walked side by side on the narrow veranda, touching arms occasionally, looking like a pair of close friends, walking and chatting.

"To be honest, I asked about Mr. Yuan before I came here. When I saw it today, I thought it was not very similar to the rumors." Shang Bieyun counted the spots of light cast by the sun on the path, and said unhurriedly.

"Really." Mr. Yuan didn't seem to be very interested in this topic, and he was a little absent-minded.

"It is said that Mr. Yuan is humble, polite, low-key, and a very filial child."

Mr. Yuan chuckled, and glanced at Shang Bieyun: "Then you say I don't look like you, are you cursing me at the corner?"

Just as he was talking, he came to a door, Mr. Yuan stopped, put his hand on the door, and said with a smile to Shang Bieyun: "People are right in front of you, don't care what those rumors do, you can see it yourself Look, it’s okay if you don’t.”

The door opens.

The hollow darkness surged out, carrying a strong smell of blood.

Shang Bieyun frowned, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, and took a step back.

Mr. Yuan happily stepped across the threshold, walked a few steps quickly, and was about to say something excitedly, when he turned around and saw Shang Bieyun still standing there, he couldn't help but be taken aback: "Are you afraid?"

Shang Bieyun's face was indifferent, except for disgust, there was no other expression.Before waiting for an answer, Young Master Yuan clapped his hands and laughed, "Ah, you like to be clean, don't you?"

"Don't worry, my treatment is very clean. It may be because the door has been closed, so the smell is a bit stronger. I will open the window, and it will be fine in a while." As he spoke, he turned his wrist and couldn't see what was going on. , only heard a few muffled noises from the window sill, and the four windows opened at the same time.

Seeing such a skill, Shang Bieyun slightly raised his eyebrows.

Mr. Yuan was very happy, his cheeks were slightly flushed, he stood in the middle of the room, spread his arms, made a gesture of acceptance to Shang Bieyun, and stood sideways.

After he stepped aside, the scene behind him was revealed in front of Shang Bieyun.Although the doors and windows have been fully opened, the light in the room is still a little gray, but you can see that in the middle of the room, there are two people, a man and a woman, kneeling side by side, with their backs facing the door, their heads hanging deeply on their chests ——It is the posture of confessing sins and repenting.

Shang Bieyun stepped towards the threshold and walked towards the two people.Mr. Yuan was short of breath, his eyes were bright, and he looked at Shang Bieyun.

Shangbieyun approached.When I looked outside the door, it was true that I was kneeling down, but when I got closer, I could see clearly that it was not kneeling.

After all, how can a person without legs kneel?

The bodies of the two were cut off from the waist down.The lower body didn't know where it went, but the upper body was placed here like two stone piers.Both of them had a short sword hilt on their backs. Shang Bieyun walked around half a circle, and slowly walked to the side. He saw the blade of the long sword, which penetrated all the way from behind the two of them. Zha was on the ground, supporting their bodies, which made their heads hang down, and turned into a penitent appearance.

"How?" Mr. Yuan tilted his head, trying to see Shang Bieyun's expression clearly, "I also took out the internal organs, otherwise it would definitely spill all over the floor. Let me tell you, I handled it very cleanly."

Shang Bieyun glanced at it for a while, nodded and said, "Indeed, even the incisions are clean. Did Mr. Yuan do it himself? It's a skill."

Mr. Yuan was really happy when he heard the words, his eyes curled up with a smile: "I knew you would understand."

Shang Bieyun looked at him indifferently, and Mr. Yuan continued: "You are not surprised when things happen, and your words are interesting, so I know you are not an ordinary person."

But Shang Bieyun only moved the corner of his mouth slightly, carefully looked at the hem of his robe, so as not to get blood on the corpse, and moved two steps towards Mr. Yuan: "What is the entanglement between Mr. Yuan and the family exam? I am too lazy to ask. I don't care either. Mr. Yuan can tell? I am the person who is most afraid of trouble."

Mr. Yuan curled his lips regretfully: "Don't, I still want to talk about it carefully. If you don't listen, I'm bored to death?"

Shang Bieyun ignored it: "I'm too lazy to talk about other people's closed doors. To be honest, I came here this time only for a male actress."

Mr. Yuan suddenly brought his face closer, nose to nose, smelling each other's breath, his eyes wandering curiously in Shang Bieyun's eyes: "Actor? You like this? Are you here for jealousy?"

Shang Bieyun frowned unabashedly, and took a step back: "Master Yuan knows?"

Seeing Shangbieyun's retreat, Mr. Yuan wrinkled his nose like a child, "I won't tell you."

Shang Bieyun cupped his hands: "Okay, I understand. I finished asking what I wanted to ask, since Mr. Yuan doesn't know, and there is no other living person in the house who can ask, then we will leave."

"Look at you." Mr. Yuan smiled helplessly: "If you disagree with me, you will leave? Don't ask, will I let you go?"

Shang Bieyun straightened up, licked his upper teeth with his tongue, and grinned: "It's not impossible to kill you before leaving, it's just a little more troublesome."

Mr. Yuan and him looked at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing: "How old are you? Why are you so reckless like a brat, just now you want to find Mr. Yuan, but you don't know what Mr. Yuan looks like , and now they are clamoring to find that little actor again, but you still don’t know what that little actor looks like.”

Shang Bieyun frowned slightly.

Mr. Yuan smiled slyly: "Or, from the bottom of your heart, you think that your mermaids are all top-notch beauty, and you never thought about it in that direction at all?"

Shang Bieyun was taken aback for a moment, then his expression changed drastically.

There was a strong wind coming from behind, Shang Bieyun leaned down and turned around, pulled out the phosphorescent dagger from his sleeve to block back, but he was stunned again when he saw what was coming, in an emergency, he could only let go and let the phosphorescent fall, spread his arms, firmly He firmly hugged Cheng Jiao who was thrown over, covered his head and neck with his hands, rolled on the ground a few times, and barely stopped when he hit the beams and pillars in the room. Suddenly, there was a sweet and fishy smell.

He put two fingers on the side of Cheng Jiao's neck, relaxed slightly, turned Cheng Jiao from his arms, laid him flat on the ground, raised his neck, stood up, and stood in front of Cheng Jiao.

The young servant stood beside Mr. Yuan, his expression was indifferent, his facial features were real, very plain.

Shang Bieyun turned his head and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "Yes, I didn't expect such an ugly one to be my clan."

Mr. Yuan put his arm on the boy's head and patted his face: "He was born to be pretty. It's a pity that what I want him to do doesn't need to be so good-looking. Find someone to change his skin and accept it." A lot of crimes, but the effect is good, you see, you didn't recognize it."

"What I want him to do is to sing on the boat, so as to attract Mr. Yuan?"

"Mr. Yuan" clapped his hands excitedly: "Ah, you already know that my surname is not Yuan? How did you guess it?"

Shangbieyun smiled slightly: "I won't tell you."

It was "Yuan Gongzi"'s turn to be stunned, and after a while, he shook his head with a helpless smile: "I really have a grudge. Qing'er, pull out the remaining one."

The little servant Qing'er responded lightly, walked to the altar, opened the curtain of the table, and dragged a half body out.Shang Bieyun glanced at it, and there were several people's stumps and organs piled up under the table, bloody.

Qing'er threw the half of her body on the ground, looking at his appearance, he was a young man, similar to the two kneeling corpses.It's just that the broken part of the body is still a mess. Obviously, it hasn't had time to clean it up.

"Young Master Yuan" is obviously dissatisfied with this work: "I only got half of it, so I asked your little follower to bump into him and clean him up first. Hearing Qing'er talking about you, he hurriedly cleaned it up. I'll invite you first. The only audience, I can't make you feel messed up."

Shang Bieyun sneered: "I didn't expect...it's quite troublesome for me."

Mr. Yuan smiled shyly: "There is a word Lan in my name, if you like, you can call me Mr. Lan."

"It's not a relative, it's an enemy, life and death, so there's no need for such a close title."

"Is this a deadly enemy? I didn't do anything to you, did I? Could it be because of the one lying on the ground? I didn't kill him again."

Shang Bieyun straightened up, and nodded Cheng Jiao who was lying on the ground: "It hurts one of my people."

Then he nodded to Qing'er, whose hands were covered in blood, and stood expressionlessly in front of him: "The second thing is to destroy the face of my people."

That finger, like a sharp sword, pointed at Mr. Lan who was standing smilingly: "The tricks you use to kill people are so boring and ridiculous. Let me show you what's new."