Soft-boned beauty, isn't he fragrant?

At night, Shangdu Lufu.

In the spacious and luxurious main hall, candles were burning in the sky at this time, and five or six maids with soft faces were busy making the final preparations for the dinner.

The old housekeeper Lin Xi, who was dressed in a soap-colored cloth shirt, quickly walked in with a tray in his hand, and said respectfully, "My lords, the wine has warmed up. It is 20-year-old jade flower syrup. Please taste it slowly."

The maidservants at each table went forward to take the jugs, and after returning, they filled the cups gently and carefully. This night banquet can be regarded as the official start.

Lv Meng raised his glass and said: "You don't need to be polite, today's wine and beauties are enough, if you don't get drunk, you won't go home."

The maid next to him was the youngest, she looked like she was eleven or twelve years old, and she was young and immature. When her master put down the wine glass, she immediately leaned forward to fill it up, perhaps because she was too nervous. Accidentally spilled.

Lu Meng's eyes widened, and his big hands pinched hard on his face, it was immediately red and purple, and half of it was slightly swollen.

The few people in the guest seat were the Commander of Chefu, who was on the same level as him, and the three supervisors, Longma, Daxie, and Chenghua. Except for the last supervisor, Chenghua, who was a newcomer, the other three were It's a friendship of many years.

Everyone drank the wine in their glasses, and turned a blind eye to this scene, and began to talk about all kinds of experiences in the government and the public.

Superintendent Cheng Hua was still a little out of touch, so he could only bury his head in the banquet alone.

While eating and drinking, he unconsciously remembered that when he entered the door just now, the butler Lin Xi was whipped several times by his immediate superior involuntarily because he was a little late in preparing for the banquet.

In fact, where is the problem of the banquet, it is clearly that Lu Meng's long-awaited promotion has been cut off in the hands of the powerful Jiang clan, just to vent his anger.

The job of a housekeeper must be a person who has been close and caring for many years. It is just a small omission, and he was humiliated and beaten in public. This Lu Meng is really too tyrannical.

Hey, from now on, working under this violent Weiyang Commander, I'm afraid life will be very difficult.

In this night banquet, the food was delicious, and the wine was really good, but after a short time, he suddenly felt cold and numb all over, his hands and feet gradually became uncontrollable, and he let out his strength and slumped against the On the pillar behind the hall.

Trying to look around in the blink of an eye, the other people looked similar to him, all of them looked terrified and weak and incompetent.

Lu Meng, who was seated above, was a martial artist, and he could slap the table a few times and roar angrily: "Lin Xi, there is...poison in the food and drink?" But he could only say this one more time, and quickly collapsed beside the table.

The old butler who had been standing respectfully in the hallway slowly raised his head at this time, and there was an extremely calm look on his old face, a strange calm that did not match the situation at this time.

"It's not poison, it's just Ruanjin powder, it will be resolved in half an hour."

He pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, and walked slowly into the hall: "The villain has no intention of enmity with the adults here, but please rest by the side and watch me discuss with Lu Meng. Ugly words first, if you don't like Watching the show is not lively enough, if you insist on making a noise, don't blame me for having short blades and not long eyes."

The incident happened suddenly, from the moment everyone noticed it until the effect of the medicine took effect, only a few snaps of the fingers, and the maids at each table came back to their senses at this moment, both shocked and frightened, before screaming, Lin Xi Only a few phantoms swayed, and they all fainted on the ground unconsciously, leaving only a few officials of the Taipu Temple, who did not dare to say a word, watching the man come up to the side of Lu Meng, the seat of honor.

Lin Xi reached out with one hand, pinched Lu Meng's chin, and lifted him halfway up. A dagger gleaming with cold light was sketched in the air, as if he was thinking about where to cut the knife.

Is this old guy bewitched?A bear with a heart like a leopard, dare to use a knife on his own head?Lu Meng's facial features were almost deformed by being squeezed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You... dare!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Immediately, a knife was added to the distorted face, from the forehead to the corner of the mandible.The sticky blood, tears and snot were mixed together, and I couldn't bear to look directly at it.

The pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow hit, and the immobilized situation made Lu Meng panic at being slaughtered. He didn't care that the blood stains from his head were about to overflow into his eyes, and he just stared at the person in front of him with hatred.

The corners of Lin Xi's mouth curled up slightly, with an obvious playful look, and a bright light shone in his eyes. He looked at him, as if he was not looking at a person, but a pile of rotten meat on a chopping board.

No, these eyes, where are the old eyes that are usually cloudy?

Obviously someone else! !

Lu Meng desperately wanted to yell loudly, but unfortunately the medicine took effect, and his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly hear him: "You...not Lin... Xi, who are you?"

The smile on Lin Xi's face was even worse, he knelt down and sat down in a leisurely manner, approached with a low smile and said:

"……you guess?"

When these words fell to the ground, Lu Meng quickly guessed the identity of this person in his mind, but when he thought about it, he had offended many people to death along the way, how could he think of one or two?His throat was immediately hit hard by the handle of the knife.

The second knife came one after another, but this time, the Ya acupuncture point was sealed, and he couldn't even make a weak moan.

The third knife... the fourth knife...

The sound of the wind blown by the short blade and the sound of breaking flesh are slow and well-paced, showing how calm and cruel the executioner is.

I don't know how many knives were there. In less than half an hour, several officials of the Taipu Temple at the banquet did not dare to look at it, nor could they bear to look at it, let alone make any movement, so they could only listen attentively.

The infiltrating voice finally stopped.

The voice of the old housekeeper sounded: "Okay, don't play anymore. Lu Meng treats me like a pig and dog, and killing him is a matter of course. What I have done, I will take care of myself. You don't need to be afraid. The effect of the medicine is also good, my lords." It’s almost over, seeing you today is a farewell, I’ll take a step ahead, so that I won’t see you off.”

Footsteps sounded, rustling from near to far, until there was no more sound.

Cheng Huajian's clothes were already drenched, it was actually drenched in the cold sweat from being frightened in the autumn night.At this moment, he opened his eyes tremblingly. Apart from the pile of flesh and blood that could no longer be called human, where is the figure of the old butler in the hall?

……

Nanfang Flower Street, Ruyi Building.

It was very late at night, and most of the flower hunters who wanted to stay overnight had already entered the warm pavilion. In the lobby full of powder and aromatherapy, only one or two tables of guests were still drinking and having fun.

Chu Wan was about to go up to say hello, when the maidservant Xiao Nuan hurriedly approached behind her, whispering, "Wanniang, the lights in the West Court hut are on."

She felt her shoulders relax, and the worries of many days dissipated in an instant. She ordered the big teapot waiting beside her to continue serving the good guests, turned around and left.

I left the red building alone, walked around the garden, and passed through a secluded low alley. At the door of the hut in the west courtyard, I knocked twice, and a clear male voice said, "Come in."

Pushing and closing the door was done in one go, Chu Wan hurriedly walked up to the person and took a closer look, her heart finally fell to the ground: "It took a lot of time this time, and there was no news in the middle, and it was almost half a month before I came back. Which one is your face?"

Chu Gui slowly tore off the mask on his face, while explaining: "Housekeeper Lin Xi. There are quite a lot of nursing homes in Lumeng's Mansion, and it's not so easy to be silent. Fortunately, we borrowed this cover, and it's finally over. "

"Lu Meng?! He..."

The pale old face with hanging eyebrows has disappeared, and a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes turned around with a smile, and even the tear mole at the end of the eye seems to be full of joy: "There is plenty of time, 120 knives, he is enough for life." It’s the most satisfying kill.”

Chu Wan's heart was full of mixed feelings, she was relieved from hatred and relief, but seeing the flush on the face in front of her, which was so beautiful that she couldn't distinguish between male and female, she felt that Chu Gui's madness might be worse.

Is it worth being so happy with such a cruel method?

Knowing that he would not involve innocent people, she still asked out of words: "Since it's an excuse, what about this Lin Xi?"

"Suicide in fear of crime, hang in your own room."

Chu Guizheng was undressing his clothes, and when he turned his head, he saw the worried expression on his cousin's face, and comforted him: "Don't be soft-hearted, this Lin Xi is a dog who has followed his master, and he loves to play with and abuse young girls, so he deserves to die! I sneaked in He had just buried a girl in the Lu residence, and her age...was only about the size of Doudou."

Having said that, it was freezing cold.

Doudou is the baby name of Chu Gui's younger sister, who was only six years old when the whole family was slaughtered 11 years ago.

Chu Wan remained speechless, quietly watching the person in front of her take off her top shirt, revealing half of her tight body.

Under the candlelight, my cousin's suet white jade complexion was more delicate and attractive than the most beautiful girl she had ever seen, only two or three fresh whip marks on his chest were too glaring.

She immediately took out the good wound medicine from the cabinet, intending to apply it on someone, but Chu Gui didn't seem to notice it, and just stared blankly at the dense old scars on his left arm.

These traces are obviously deliberate, some are horizontal and some are vertical, the colors are different shades, and the intervals of shapes are extremely regular, set off against the white to luminous snow skin, cruel yet with a bit of seductive temptation, until It makes people want to reach out and touch it, so as to take away the pain for him.

Even though Chu Wan had seen her many times, she would still be struck speechless by the knife-scarred upper arm at a glance.

Chu Gui's slender fingertips moved slightly, and a soft silver thorn bounced off, making a vertical scratch in the middle of one of the old marks, changing "one" into "ten".

Fearing that it would not be deep enough to leave a decent mark, as if he didn't feel any pain, he repeatedly carved that stroke down to the bone, and the blood immediately dripped down, meandering over the forearm, and quietly dripping from the left palm.

Chu Wan couldn't bear it anymore, she frowned and said, "Okay, it's deep enough, don't you know it hurts?"

Chu Gui raised his head with clear eyes, tilted his head slightly, and said in puzzlement, "No, it's all my life. I finally made another deal. It's too late to be happy. How can it hurt?"

Yes, it's all his life.

Every horizontal mark is the life of his dearest relatives.Every vertical mark is the order of his genocide.

One horizontal and one vertical, karma.

Since that night of blood, he has engraved everything on his arms and buried his hatred in his bones.

On top of the old scars today, a new soul finally ushered in.

Chu Wan stopped the bleeding for her cousin, and finely applied the wound medicine on the whip marks on his chest. Looking back at the knife marks that had begun to shrink, it corresponded to the solitary one on the bottom of the arm. She couldn't help asking curiously. : "Which one is this?"