[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Come to my bowl!

Chapter 95 Luonan Xiuxiu Lower Limit

The silent confrontation between the four old men and Ximen Chuuxue was ended by Lu Xiaofeng's scolding together like in the original book. Ximen Chuuxue, who was standing next to the big hole, thought it was ridiculous, turned his head to glance at Luonan, and said nothing. left.

Afterwards, Lu Xiaofeng followed the person who claimed to be his niece and left.

A well-known drama in the restaurant will inevitably end. From the very beginning, this is a game in which the two sides play against each other and wait for the opening. In reality, the person who laughs last must be a very scheming Mu Taoist.

After all, the master of Wudang, who knew some inside information, died in the eyes of everyone in the original book, and was killed by Taoist Mu himself with an old sword, which also led to Taoist Mu perfectly washing away all suspicions.

Before leaving, Taoist Mu smiled at Luonan and said, "Are you going to Wudang too?"

"Wudang?" Luonan realized that this was the conversation between Taoist Mu and Ximen Chuuxue in the original book, the corners of his lips curled up, his eyes were bent and he smiled brightly, "I won't go."

"Why don't you go?" Taoist Mu immediately asked: "It's only two days away from Wudang, and soon it will be the Wudang Grand Ceremony, such a lively place, maybe... Maybe Lu Xiaofeng will also go."

"Maybe." Luo Nan showed a slight smile and a casual expression to Mu Taoist, "It's just that I still have something to do, so I'll talk about it after I'm done."

Hearing this, Taoist Mu turned his head to look at Gong Jiu, this disheveled man leaning against Luo Nan's back, but he was also a very distinctive man. Boots with precious jade, you know the status of this person.

Coupled with Luo Nan's blood-stained arm, Gong Jiu's danger is self-evident.

Taoist Mu smiled, and she tested the current situation of Gong Jiu and Luo Nan, "What's the matter, do you need my help? In the world of Wudang, I, an idle elder, can still talk about small things."

Luo Nan deliberately said in an ambiguous tone: "There will be this opportunity."

Responding to this temptation lightly, Taoist Mu smiled and nodded, and then left the restaurant with a few people accompanying him. Luo Nan turned around, and his eyes fell on the distorted expression on Gong Jiu's face in an instant. He had already forgotten It has been a long time since I have seen this kind of bloodthirsty and crazy expression that is often seen in the last days, and I feel a little nostalgic.

Pulling away Gong Jiu's hands without a trace, Luo Nan was thinking about how to negotiate with Gong Jiu, when the latter spoke in a frivolous and teasing tone, "Where are you going to kidnap me?"

"Have I kidnapped Mr. Shizi?" Luonan looked at the half-smile expression on his face, and chuckled twice in a hoarse and deep voice, "Don't you just hold my hand tightly all the time, with a look that won't hurt you in the future?" Follow me closely...."

"Look at how you caught me." With a flirtatious tone, the lip line was rolled up seductively, shiny and watery, and Luo Nan's blood-stained hands were shaken twice in front of Gong Jiu's eyes.

Gong Jiu didn't speak, he never thought that a man could make him so excited, whether it was physical excitement or psychological excitement, the combination of the two catalysts made him feel a little numb, the pleasure made him secrete A lot of neurohormones.

In the past, this kind of routine was used on women, such as Sharman, the cold woman made him feel like a challenge, and few people could match him in strength and burst out the g~ point of the nerve endings together.

His Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and he looked at the glass of wine on the table. Gong Jiu picked it up and took a sip, interesting, really interesting.

Gong Jiu drank the glass of wine in a slow manner, and then arranged the clothes gracefully, shaking the dust on the clothes, smoothing the folds on the clothes, being as careful and delicate as a person with a cleanliness. After finishing, he again Lazily leaning on Luonan's back.

"What did you do?" Gong Jiu's tone was still lazy and casual, looking up at Luo Nan, his eyes were always sharp and deep unless he was smiling gently.

Luo Nan looked at Gong Jiu with interest, "What else are you going to do?" He didn't answer Gong Jiu's words.

Gong Jiu looked at him with raised eyebrows, paused, and quickly said what he needed, "A pot of water, a wooden comb."

He is really a romantic person, Luo Nan can see that Gong Jiu has started to test himself.

Luo Nan narrowed his eyes slightly, and beckoned to the waiter of the restaurant to bring up the things Gong Jiu asked for, and it was not that he didn't notice Gong Jiu's tense muscles.

In fact, the pressure on Gong Jiu's body has not decreased, and his forehead is covered with fine sweat after doing these actions.

Gong Jiu glanced at the pineapple comb with distaste, then handed it to Luo Nan with a look of reason, sat down by himself, with his back straight, if it wasn't for the disheveled hair, he would be that conceited and elegant Noble son.

"Hehe." Luo Nan glanced at Gong Jiu with a half-smile, he took the wooden comb, and combed Shi Ziye's hair in a fresh way.

Gong Jiu's hair is very good, black and dense, like the best black silk and satin, but at this moment, Luonan thought of Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng, the three of them had swordsmanship and martial arts. A long and short place.

"do not move."

Gong Jiu frowned, stopped to touch his right hand with hair, "What kind of bun are you wearing?"

Luo Nan was not interested in combing Gong Jiu's head with a high crown and tied hair. He recalled the braids his mother wove lazily while sitting on the chaise longue, so he also braided Gong Jiu on a whim. It didn't make this man effeminate, it just made his facial features a little softer, which actually reduced a bit of hostility.

"Impromptu, this is the first time I've combed someone's hair." Luo Nan raised his brows, babbled on purpose, put down the comb, stood up by himself and didn't look at Gong Jiu again, with indifferent hands Hold on to your chest.

"that's it?"

"that's it."

Gong Jiu doesn't get into the details, he doesn't care much about many things, he deliberately pursues very few things, and the meaning of the things themselves is not important to him, he only cares about his own happiness, and only cares about the abnormal satisfaction.

He put his hands into the clean water in front of him, straightened his hair back and forth with his beautiful hands like works of art, and roughly figured out what Luo Nan combed for him, it should be a bun for women.

Gong Jiu licked her dry lips, her eyes reflected the darkness outside the window, she didn't get angry.

Gong Jiu stood up, looked at the dazed workers and shopkeepers in the restaurant, sneered, and smashed the wine glass in his hand. He walked a few steps in the restaurant, and the fragments in his hand were more responsive than these people. Faster, piercing into their hearts, and in an instant, a bloody feast was presented.

The strong smell of blood filled this place, throwing away the blood-stained fragments, Gong Jiu gracefully turned to look at Luo Nan, and covered his own chest with clean fingers, "Why don't you kill me?"

The ferociousness in his eyes could almost gush out, but the tiredness in it was also deep and shallow, but it was undoubtedly approaching the breaking point, even if he tried to hold on, he couldn't last long.

Luo Nan glanced at his face, without looking at the corpse on the ground, and finally stopped on the ceiling, "Give me a reason to kill you."

Gong Jiu smiled, raised his chin slightly, showing arrogance and conceit.

"Luonan." He pronounced the name with a long and slightly raised voice, "We are the same kind of people."

Luo Nan just ignored that sentence. Anyway, it doesn't matter how Gong Jiu thinks about it, and no one can guess the reason for his actions. His long and narrow eyes are fixed on Gong Jiu's face. Gong Jiu is not the only one who will show weakness people.

Luo Nan touched his chin and changed the subject, "It's getting late, are you tired? How about going upstairs to sleep?"

The curvature of Gong Jiu's lips became bigger and bigger, and he asked back: "What about you?"

Luo Nan narrowed his eyes, "Ah, I'm going to take a walk in the downtown area, and I'll be back soon."

The two of them simply decided on this matter in a pool of blood. Gong Jiu followed Luo Nan's words and walked upstairs, but before turning around, he deliberately turned around and said, "Didn't you say that your destination is the Legend of Wudang?" A Grand Ceremony? Why did Taoist Mu reject him at that time..."

He didn't say anything, and walked upstairs without haste.

The city is brightly lit, no one noticed the tragedy of this well-known restaurant, Luo Nan walked out of the restaurant, the night wind blew gently, the crescent moon hung in the sky exuding a sweet smell of rice cakes, oh , yes there are really rice crackers.

Luo Nan glanced at the rice cakes sold by the old man over there, twitched the corners of his mouth, walked over, pointed to one of them that looked good and asked, "How much is this?"

"I don't buy this one, and I don't sell it for any money." The old man refused with his eyes open.

Luo Nan didn't blink, and said with a good temper: "Then how can you give it to me?"

The old man in front of him had a stinky face and an attitude that no strangers should enter. Anyone with a good brain would not be willing to buy rice cakes from him, no matter how good the rice cakes he made were.

It seemed that Luonan's words showed his sincerity. The old man with eyes above his head facing the sky finally looked at Luonan, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Do you know who made these rice cakes?"

Luo Nan lowered his voice in cooperation, with a smile in his eyes, "It was made by two and a half people, half of which is the hand holding the sword, and the other half is the hand making rice cakes. It's just a pity that no one here is robbing me, otherwise it will taste delicious." The taste will definitely be better.”

This is not the same as a secret code. The old man shook his eyelids, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Since no one will snatch it, my rice cakes are worthless. You should buy them elsewhere."

The old man's face was wrinkled like an orange peel, his skin was not white, and his figure was a bit fat. His face was cold and cold, and no one liked it when he looked at it.

"Who says it's worthless." Ke Luonan just looked at him without taking his eyes off, and his expression mischievously revealed the sweet intimacy that can only be found in lovers, "I must buy this rice cake, and only I can buy it."

The old man was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, it was Lu Xiaofeng's voice, and he said in a muffled voice, "How did you recognize me?"

Lu Xiaofeng was not the one who was agreed to be the connector before, and Lu Xiaofeng would appear here only because he was concerned about Gong Jiu's identity, and he was a little worried, so he switched with Lu Xiaofeng who couldn't wait to get rid of his identity.

Slightly tilting his head, Luo Nan stretched out his hands to pinch the obscure piece of rice cake engraved with Lu Xiaofeng's name and put it in his mouth. It was sweet and soft, and he smiled slightly, "Accompany me to a place .”

The old man looked at him, left the vendor behind without saying a word, and followed Luonan all the way out of the busy city.

It is getting farther and farther away from the downtown, and it is becoming more and more quiet and peaceful. Turning around a small alley, light white gardenias float on the surface of the water tank, budding in circles, and the rich aroma is overflowing.

Luo Nan walked in the direction without any hesitation, and seemed to be very familiar with this place. The old man stretched out his hand and pulled his gray beard in some puzzlement, and pulled him off accidentally.

A dead monkey, cutting corners, Lu Xiaofeng cursed inwardly, he simply tore off all the beard sticking to his chin, touched his special beard twice, and felt a little satisfied.

"Sikong Zhaixing went to help you?" Luo Nan said suddenly, as expected.

To replace Lu Xiaofeng, Sikong Zhaixing who grew up with him is naturally the best candidate. He has successfully impersonated Lu Xiaofeng more than once, and Lu Xiaofeng also pretended to be Sikong Zhaixing many times.

"Who told you to throw him such a big trouble, he couldn't figure it out, so he had to switch roles with me." Lu Xiaofeng laughed, recalling Sikong Zhaixing who was chased and killed by Yue Yang, his expression was not very good, Yue Yang is really not simple, so what about his main womb nine?

"I didn't expect Gong Jiu to show up at this time." Luo Nan blinked innocently, "He has bad intentions for you, I saw him, so I can only go up and trip him up to prevent him from getting with the old knife. Go together, or I will cause you trouble."

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head, glanced at Luo Nan, and said firmly: "You saw him, but he didn't see you, you came to him just because you like it."

Luo Nan who was exposed laughed, "Little Phoenix knows me so well."

Luo Nan smiled and reached out to touch Lu Xiaofeng's hair, but the changed face Lu Xiaofeng awkwardly slapped his hands away, and the two fought again for a while.

Not long after, Luonan's expression became much more relaxed and natural, and the excitement and pleasure of being lifted up by Gong Jiu subsided a little. This environment of walking on the road reminded Luonan of the Lianli tree in the West Garden back then. At that time, I just thought it was fun, but now I somehow feel that the memories are colorful.

At the end of the road, there was a crackling sound after another. It was the sound of iron striking.

Lu Xiaofeng took a closer look, and the signboard fluttering in the wind was indeed the signboard of a blacksmith shop. He was surprised: "What are you doing here? You lost your dagger?"

"No." Luo Nan touched his nose, he didn't continue talking, but just walked over and stood in front of the burly man who was blacksmithing and said what he wanted.

"I'm here to find a whip." His long and narrow eyes flickered under the light of the fire on the roof of the blacksmith's shop, faintly flooding.

Whip....Under the firelight, Lu Xiaofeng had a blank face, and Gong Jiu's body that was writhing on the bathroom floor was dangling in his mind, and he spat out a word, "Wipe!"

Lu Xiaofeng's face became stinky again, standing next to Luo Nan, staring at Luo Nan and the blacksmith to coordinate the meaning of both parties, picking out horsewhip one by one, wrapped with gold thread, engraved with words, even!It even has barbs!

Seeing Luo Nan pick it up and observe it left and right, Lu Xiaofeng was hit by the lower limit again, feeling tired and loveless in his heart.

Luo Nan looked unpredictable, and said in a magic stick tone: "You can also buy one, it will be very useful in the future, and you will know when the time comes."

Lu Xiaofeng: "..."

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