Zhou Fei suddenly looked at him with an indescribable look, Xie Yun's heart skipped a beat, her throat tightened for a while, and the boring greeting was unsustainable halfway through.

"I haven't seen my father for more than four years." Zhou Fei whispered, "I sneaked down the mountain, following the specious and messy news that I helped along the way... You ask me how I have the time to join in the fun?"

Xie Yun: "..."

"She's here to find me", these words fluctuated uncontrollably in Xie Yun's heart for a moment, causing him to shudder softly and panic.

Those repressed and secret thoughts are like the tangle that grows in the fèng gap, silently giving birth to huge roots, unrelentingly involving the three souls and seven souls that he thinks are detached from the world, and will be unknown in his lifetime. The measures were applied to him in a single mind, freezing his three-inch incorrupt tongue.

His soul had been out of the body for too long, and Zhou Fei had exhausted his patience, his eyes were cold, and he said firmly: "Of course it's because of the water ripples on Huo Liantao's invitation. Last year, "the sea and the sky" were only mentioned by a few people, but Even my mother may not know what 'water ripples' are. It's only been a few months now, but several forces are already investigating it. Huo Liantao's invitation is even more likely to make this matter all the more. It’s a well-known trend, and it’s impossible for no one to help it secretly. Now Beidou knows that there are two tokens of the same color in the sea and the sky in the Forty-eight Villages.

The content of her remarks can be described as calm and reasonable, but her heart became more and more angry.

Human eyes seemed to be connected to the heart and liver. When she noticed that her vision was a little blurry, her grievance suddenly broke down. Zhou Fei turned her head suddenly, turned around and left without saying a word.

Xie Yun reached out his hand subconsciously and grabbed her wrist.

Zhou Fei's cuffs were tied up, and the fabric was very light and thin, neither heat-insulating nor freezing. When he pulled it, it seemed like a piece of frozen ice was stuck on it, and the two of them shivered at the same time.

Xie Yun said: "A Fei, I..."

At this moment, there was a sudden noise not far away.

I saw a few beggars who were squatting lazily on the corner of the wall suddenly climbed up like an enemy, and many people from the walking gang also winked at each other, and a group of men in black broke into Yongzhou City, carrying a mouthful of huge coffin.

☆、Chapter 102

Xie Yun's words were interrupted, and the whole person became a firecracker that died prematurely. Seeing that the nianzi was about to burn to the end, suddenly a basin of cold water fell from the sky, which easily extinguished that impulsive spark.

He looked at Zhou Fei and thought she was young and ignorant—not the "ignorance" of the "ignorant scumbag", but the "ignorance" of "the pain of ignorance".

She is like a flower that has just bloomed, blooming on a strong enough vine, growing up with the thorns, every dew on her body is full of vitality, it can withstand the wind and frost, and it can withstand the cold, with a natural The long-looking wild xing tries to be bigger every day, hoping that one day he will be able to pierce through the thick fog and become indestructible.

She has never been tormented by years, and she has never been awakened at midnight by the old years that she cannot go back to.

She never doubted that many of the things she believed in and hoped for were actually just inaccessible mirrors. At the end of life, love and hate are all in a hurry, and in the end, what is left is just the six words "can't ask, can't keep".

Xie Yun thought in a desolate heart: "I'm the one who can lie in the coffin now and get used to the new house first, what should I do to delay her?"

There was such a moment when there was a lot of people around him, and only his ears were full of silence.

Xie Gongzi's lips trembled slightly, swallowed a thousand words, and suddenly smiled.

It took sixteen strong men to lift the big coffin over there. It was big enough to "build a house on the ground", and its length, width and depth were enough for a family to lie down. When it appeared, it blocked the narrow alley. Solid. All living creatures with eyes can't help but look over there, only Zhou Fei remained unmoved, staring at Xie Yun intently and asked, "What are you?"

Xie Yun gave her a deep look.

Zhou Fei: "Tell me!"

Then, she watched helplessly as Xie Yun sacrificed her most poignant face, and said with a hippie smile: "I'll let you look over there, have you heard of the Aoki coffin? That's the most precious treasure of Xuanwu master Ding Kui. His 'car', he wouldn't take it out easily unless it was a festival or a festival. Tsk, there was such a big battle as soon as he entered the city. It seems that the mountain of living and dead has made up his mind this time to disrupt this situation first. Respect."

Zhou Fei: "..."

Xie Yun looked down at her with impeccable eyes, and he said, "No way, don't tell me you don't know who Xuanwu Lord Ding Kui is."

He knew Zhou Fei. Although Zhou Fei was reasonable, she was also very temperamental. Unless she made up her mind to cheat others, she would seldom take the initiative to show her favor to others. Being too strict has something to do with it. All the year round and twelve points of strictness and lack of care are accompanied, probably made Zhou Fei feel that among the "happy, angry, sad and happy, seven qíng six yù", only "anger" is not considered a weak emotion. If you are not weak, you can express it in an informal way, and the rest is not worthy of your face... Although her city government, sometimes it is not good to cover up.

But she definitely has the courage and spirit of "if you don't like me, hurry up", Xie Yun put the perfunctory on her head clearly, and she would never be entangled.

Sure enough, Zhou Fei's expression gradually faded after he said two words, and finally, a small face with no expression, she replied with a little bit of gritted teeth: "I know, not only did I know, but I also killed it myself. His mad dog."

Xie Yun: "..."

This girl is absolutely perfect, and she doesn't make enemies easily, but if she causes trouble, it must be a big man.

Zhou Fei raised her eyelids and said coldly, "Why, Zheng Luosheng can kill all of them. A mad dog under the Xuanwu seat is just slaughtered. Who else do I have to say hello to?"

Xie Yun was helpless, and while paying attention to the movements of the "coffin-carrying kings", he casually said: "You..."

But before he started a long speech, he suddenly felt a tingling pain coming from the fingertips that he pulled on Zhou Fei.

Xie Yun's hands were too cold, and they were inevitably a bit woody. By the time he realized it, it was too late. He looked down in amazement, and saw a chill appeared on the index finger of the hand he was holding Zhou Fei. Blood beads, the blood that flowed out was slightly purple, and it froze before it had fully emerged - the initiator was a small spike in Zhou Fei's finger.

Xie Yun's vision began to blur, and he subconsciously took a half step back, seeing that Zhou Fei had wrapped the small spike in brocade and put it away, and said to him, "Young Master Xie knows astronomy and geography, but Remember what the Walking Foot Gang is best at?"

The No. 1 skill of the Xingjiao Gang is to steal and touch the dog, especially in the blue bat, which is the most popular. If there are ten kinds of sweating medicines in the world, eight are their original creations.

Xie Yun's limbs gradually began to be out of control, he staggered left and right for a moment, and his back hit the wall next to him. Zhou Fei saw that he just jumped up and down so powerfully, and presumably not so easy to fall to death, so she didn't go to help him, she put her hands behind her back, and said very "reasonably": "You attack me once, I will plot against you once, let's talk draw."

Xie Yun smiled wryly, the base of his tongue was stiff, and he was speechless, and he didn't know what to do to help those wicked and smoking things. The quicker the defecation, the finally unable to keep upright, the blackness in front of him, and he was put down aggrievedly.

Zhou Fei cautiously stepped forward and observed it to make sure that he really fainted, and then she began to think about how to move this "object". She gestured a little and felt that it was impossible to carry it on her shoulders, her shoulders were not wide. , there is not enough space; he wanted to drag him by his belt, but found that Xie Yun's self-proclaimed "five-foot-long" legs were in the way.

Zhou Fei took the long knife and gestured on his knee, thinking, "It's really troublesome to look at, I can cut a piece."

She pondered for a while beside her, picked up Xie Yun's collar, took out some pieces of silver from his arms, moved Xie Yun, came to a hawker selling rough hats on the side of the road, pointed at others The wooden cart pulling the goods asked, "Is the cart for sale?"

After a while, Zhou Fei put down the money under the hawker's trembling gaze, threw Xie Yunheng up, and covered his face with a rough hat, only revealing a strand of fake white hair on his head, as if he was going to sell his body to bury his father. , pushed the "corpse" away.

At this time, everyone in the Xingnan Security Bureau in the inn had already begun to face the enemy because of the presence of the Xuanwu Lord.

When the big coffin passed by, the whole second floor was silent, and the Zhu family brothers and sisters all looked ugly, but Yang Jin was more relaxed, went to the window and glanced down - looking down from the top, the large open coffin was originally inside. There is another mystery. There is a large chair in it, and in front of it there are several small tables wedged at the bottom of the coffin. On the table are teapots, wine bowls and other things upright. Sixteen strong men walk steadily, serving Not a drop of the glass full of wine spilled.

A man with a short stature was sitting in it, drinking and basking in the sun comfortably. Because this man was too short, he couldn't emerge from this very "deep" coffin.

Just as Yang Jin folded his hands on his chest and looked at one of the "Four Great Demons", "Wu Dalang" in the coffin suddenly raised his head, and his eyes met Yang Jin, a wrinkled old man. He stared at him blankly for a moment, then smiled at him with his teeth bared—a front-facing tooth, he was sparsely missing half, and the few remaining fruit stood alone, unable to stop Hei dòngdòng's mouth, Unspeakably creepy.

The next moment, Yang Jin's back suddenly felt a layer of coolness. He didn't even think about it, so he turned to hide, only to hear a few "tuk-tuk" sounds, and a row of slap-length darts actually slammed from the blue-wood coffin of the Xuanwu Lord. When they came out, they just passed Yang Jin, a few of them were on the window lattice, and a few went into the room, and were pushed aside by Li Sheng's dagger.

Li Yan was taken aback and shouted, "Yang Heitan, are you free? What do you do with him if you have nothing to do?"

Yang Jin wronged her, and her face darkened for a while.

However, Lin Bo waved his hand and spoke for him: "The Four Demons of the Living Dead Mountain, the Azure Dragon Lord Zheng Luosheng is dangerous and cunning, the Suzaku Lord Mu Xiaoqiao is cruel and eccentric, the White Tiger Lord Feng Feihua is moody, and the Xuanwu Lord Ding Kui does not distinguish right from wrong— - It's about Ding Kui's own people, and there is no reason to hurt people. Maybe it's just that other people look at him more, and he wants to exterminate the dead family. It's not the little brother who takes the initiative to provoke them. Oh, or else how to say these people Is it a sore in the rivers and lakes?"

Li Yan asked, "Isn't anyone concerned about that?"

"Who cares?" Lin Bo shook his head, "There is no leader in the group of dragons, and there is no big man like Shanchuanjian who can take the lead. Even if others are angry, how can they make the first bird without authorization? Think about it, even the Li family She lives in seclusion in the mountains, closes the door and surrounds the forty-eight villages without asking about the world. Nowadays, it is not easy to be alone, and who is full of food to make trouble?"

In order to prevent trouble, Zhou Fei and the others did not say where they came from, but only roughly said that they were from the "south side". Compared with the "Descendants of Nan Dao" who are only known to most people, Yang Jin's Broken Wild Goose Dao is much easier to recognize. Lin Bo and others must have recognized this Qing who is famous for "doing no business". The current head of Yungou regards them all as people from the southern border.

Lin Bo blurted out these words. He didn't know what the two "Li family members" felt at the dinner. Li Yan couldn't help but want to say something, but Li Sheng kicked him from under the table, so he had to shut up in embarrassment and embarrassment. mouth.

At this time, Wu Chuchu suddenly said, "Where's Fei? Why hasn't she come back yet?"

As soon as these words came out, even Li Yan, who was a big-hearted person, couldn't help but get nervous.

Zhou Fei just came up to ask for her five bat orders, and hurriedly turned around and left, and now she doesn't know what happened, even if Yang Jin glanced at the window, she could eat that Ding Kuiyi. With the darts, Zhou Fei's arrogant temperament would not be so easy to start with the people of the Xuanwu faction along the street, right?

Li Sheng frowned, got up and said, "I'll go take a look."

Zhu Chen said subconsciously, "Me too..."

Lin Bo stopped him: "Eldest young master!"

Zhu Chen was stunned for a moment, then sat back embarrassedly, his pale fingers lightly digging at the porcelain cup on the table, Li Sheng pressed his shoulder, and was about to go downstairs when he saw Mrs. Nishang from the Feather Clothing class rushing towards the door, "Ouch. With a sigh, he said, "Little Hongyu, what did you pick up?"

"Hongyu" was a pseudonym that Xie Yun made up for Zhou Fei when she was in Shaoyang. Mrs. Nishang knew that her real name was not actually called this, but she thought it sounded good to be called this way, so she came along.

Zhou Fei exerted force on her hand, and the cart that was pulling the goods flicked at the door, crossed the threshold, and replied, "I picked up a 'father' who wrote a small song."

At this time, the martial arts people in the entire inn were chattering about the coffin team that had just passed by and whether Huo Liantao's so-called "Northern Heroes Conference" could still be sung, but no one paid attention to what was happening on her side.

Mrs. Nishang was stunned for a moment, then walked up and lifted the rough hat on Xie Yun's face: "Qiantuiyou?"

Li Sheng quickly came downstairs: "A Fei, why are you..."

Zhou Fei looked up to see him, and heaved a sigh of relief: "Brother, call someone to give me a hand."

Everyone put Xie Yun in place, all at a loss.

Zhou Fei took an empty cup and poured three bowls of cold water in one breath. The strong fire in her heart just subsided slightly. She sank all the emotions and said, "Children's not a mother, it's a long story, what's going on later? Besides, do you know where to find a doctor?"

Li Yan asked cautiously, "Sister, have you crippled him?"

"Fuck off." Zhou Fei glared at her angrily, then turned to Yang Jin and said, "Brother Yang..."

The owner of the "Little Medicine Valley" immediately shook his head: "I'm not a doctor, I can't even tell the difference between radish and ginseng."

Zhou Fei: "..."

Suddenly, Mrs. Nishang said, "Let me see."

After she finished speaking, she stepped forward from the crowd, reached out and probed Xie Yun's hand, only to feel the coldness of the tentacles, even the real dead people couldn't catch up - they had to be frozen dead people.

Mrs. Nishang was secretly taken aback, pulled Xie Yun's vein door, and let out a thin strand of true bearing, and then she let out a soft cry, only to see the woman's verdant fingertips turning red from the cold, as if being As if something backfired, she quickly withdrew her hand and murmured, "How could it be?"

Zhou Fei hurriedly asked, "Madam, what did you see?"

"I'm just a rough doctor," said Mrs. Nishang, "but..."

She lowered her head and glanced at Xie Yun. Around Xie Yun's face, the white hair on his temples was still there, and the beard on his lips was torn in half by Zhou Fei, which looked very funny.