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Chapter 366 Brother Chapter 12 A Bowl of Noodles ([-])

When Wang Anfeng returned to Yizhuang, the strict order had arrived for a long time.

The latter was quite embarrassed, smelling of fresh blood, with a layer of red cloth wrapped around his palm, which was stained by blood, and the color was even more glaring. He was sitting quietly at the table in the owner's house of Yizhuang The bloody Daqin Hengdao was still in his hand, and he refused to let it go.

Hong Feibai had already put the girl's body back into the coffin.

His eyes were a little red, but he seemed to be more energetic. He was sitting on the other side of the table, holding a saber in his hand.

It was certainly not his own sword.

His sword had already been smashed by Wang Anfeng's fingers when he fought with Wang Anfeng. This one is slightly smaller, but it looks a bit slender. The girl's belongings were also on the table.

The old man, who was supposed to be in deep sleep, leaned on a wooden cane in one hand, brought up the tea tremblingly, and placed them next to the two young men.

Yan Ling and Hong Feibai thanked the old man. The old man smiled and turned his head, as if he happened to see Wang Anfeng walking in from the outside. He grinned at the young man and greeted him:

"The young hero came at a coincidence."

"Would you like a cup of tea to wake you up?"

At this time, the time is almost at Chen's hour, although there is no light yet, and it is not as deep as it was when it first started.

The darkest night of every day is over.

Wang Anfeng walked in in the drowsy sky before dawn. Hearing this, he glanced at the old man who was supposed to be in a deep sleep in surprise, but he didn't go into it. He nodded and said politely:

"Trouble old man."

The old man smiled, the wrinkles on his face squeezed together, and said:
"No trouble, no trouble."

"Please sit still."

Yan Ling recovered from his contemplation, his eyes turned to Wang Anfeng, his brows were slightly frowned, and he was about to ask Wang Anfeng why he suddenly left alone, leaving Hong Feibai, who had lost his mind, here alone. The line landed on the trace on the young man's shoulder, feeling the slightly unstable blood of the latter, his eyes froze slightly, and said:
"An Feng, who did you fight?!"

Wang Anfeng nodded, and when he entered the room, he picked up a small mat, took the tea from the old man, thanked him, took a sip of the tea, and felt the slightly hot tea enter his throat, and the bitter taste lingered on his lips and tongue , a little more energetic, looked at Yan Ling, sorted out his thoughts, and said:

"It's 'difficult to calm down'."

Yan Ling frowned, and subconsciously thought of the embarrassment of the case that he had done during this period of time. He wanted to ask Wang Anfeng directly if he had met the murderer?But there was a slight pause in the voice, thinking of Hong Feibai who was sluggish beside him, but he didn't speak so directly, and slowed down his tone a little, just said:

"The counterfeit?"

Next to him, Hong Feibai unconsciously hugged the teacup with both hands. The tea in the cup was a little hot, and the young man was in a daze. He didn't know how to relax a little bit. His palms were burning red. Hearing the conversation between the two, his eyes lighted up slightly, and he looked up at Wang Anfeng. .

Among them, the spirit became very strong.

It was this figure that made Wang Anfeng decide to kill the murderer himself, instead of bringing it back to Hong Feibai for disposal.

After acquaintance, he didn't want the latter to fall into hatred.

Some things, once started, cannot be stopped.

Wang Anfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, pretending not to see Hong Feibai's gaze, restraining distracting thoughts in his mind, preventing his true thoughts from being seen, shook his head, and said quite sincerely:

"It's really embarrassing."

"At that time, I was standing in the yard, and I noticed his breath, and then saw him wearing black clothes and a green bamboo mask. I thought it was the murderer, and then I chased him out in a moment of impatience."

"His qinggong is very good."

"We fought once near the official road, and it was a win or lose for each other. I couldn't keep him, and he didn't take much advantage of me."

After a slight pause, Fu added:
"His sword is really fast, and it has a sharp taste."

The expression in Hong Feibai's eyes dimmed again, showing a trace of pain.

His head was drooping, and the broken hair on his forehead covered his eyes.Wang Anfeng and Yan Ling could no longer see the pain in his eyes.

Yan Ling looked at Wang Anfeng's slightly pale face, and saw the obvious traces on the young man's body that would only appear after he had fought against a master swordsman. He nodded, and already approved Wang Anfeng's explanation.

He is well aware of the strength of the latter.

In his opinion, being able to fight against Wang Anfeng who broke through the Fufeng Hundred-story Pagoda and remain undefeated is indeed impossible to compare with the murderer who committed the murder case in Fengyue City.

When Baihutang travels, it is usually a main force, with three warriors of a slightly lower level as Liaoyi. Since Liaoyi is a seventh-rank warrior, in comparison, among the Baihutang warriors who shot this time, the strongest It should be a sixth-rank martial artist corresponding to the level of the incense master.

An ordinary sixth-rank warrior would never be Wang Anfeng's opponent.

After the haunting of Baihutang, did even the real Yi Nan Ping appear?

This place is really a 'feng shui treasure land'.

Yan Ling had a difficult feeling in his heart, and there was some kind of sarcasm in his heart. He raised his eyes to look at Wang Anfeng, and his expression returned to the original Fang Zheng, saying:

"Have you ever been injured?"

Wang Anfeng breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and said:
"Being impacted by the sword energy, I feel a little uncomfortable in my internal organs. I have just adjusted my breath a little bit, and it's nothing serious."

This sentence is not false, he said it with confidence.

In order to evade the strict order, he made a special trip back to Shaolin Temple and fought fiercely with a swordsman who was slightly stronger than himself in Tongren Lane before he dared to tell this lie. He didn't even heal his injuries. Adjusted the breath a little bit.

Apart from the fact that the opponent is not unreasonable, everything he said is true.

According to what the third master said, in the world, nine truths and one falsehood are the most bluffing.

As expected, Yan Ling had no doubts, nodded and said:
"That's fine."

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Wang Anfeng watched the sunrise once in Yizhuang.

The sunrise in winter is different from that in other seasons. The sky is a chilly dark blue at the beginning, which is smudged layer by layer, and finally lights up with a light that is not dazzling at all, just like when a person returns to the light, the pupils of the eyes There was the last trace of nostalgia in the world, and then, the sky suddenly brightened.

It's groggy today.

Wang Anfeng's mood was rather complicated.

He sat on the stool for more than an hour, feeling the joy of finally discovering the enemy, the emotion of the impermanence of the world, and the guilt of deceiving his friends, which became a more complicated emotion.

He is not a hypocritical person. He used to read a lot of books in Fengzilou. Express your feelings.

He only knows that this kind of emotion and feeling is different from the previous ones, he can't tell others, he can only taste it himself.

Next to him, Yan Ling leaned on the back of the chair, with his head thrown back, wondering what he was thinking.

His expression was as square as ever, his eyes were not focused, looking at the scenery in front of him, he was a bit dull.

Hong Feibai supported his elbows on his knees, his upper body leaned forward, his hands clasped into fists, and supported on his forehead, his black hair scattered forward, covering his face, motionless, breathing quietly, as if he was asleep.

But both Wang Anfeng and Yan Ling knew that he was always awake.

And, I am afraid, there has never been a day when I have been so sober.

"I want to take my junior sister back to the mountain gate."

Just when the sun rose into the sky and drove away the last dark blue, Hong Feibai spoke abruptly, with a hoarse voice.

He straightened his upper body, took a fixed look at Wang Anfeng and Yan Ling, and said:
"Junior Sister's revenge must be avenged after all, but I want to send Junior Sister back...home first."

"She probably doesn't want to be outside all the time."

"Master and Mistress, they should also want to see Junior Sister."

"Even if it's just the last look."

Hong Feibai's voice was getting lower and lower, but no one could hear his seriousness. Yan Ling's gaze passed over the latter and landed on the brand new black coffin. Up to the current position, I have handled many cases.

He is well aware of the effect of the miracle drug 'Beautiful Beauty and White Bones'.

Not to mention a few days, whether the appearance of the girl in the black coffin can last for a day is also debatable.

Moreover, since the latter died under the hands of Bai Hutang, there are likely to be some valuable clues on his body that have not been noticed. is a necessary behavior.

The expression in Yan Ling's eyes did not change, he pursed his lips, and said:
"Need a carriage?"

Footsteps sounded from behind, and a young man in black and black clothes pushed the door in, still rubbing his eye sockets.

For some reason last night, he slept very soundly and deeply, and now he is still a little bit sleepy. He entered the room, raised his spirits, bowed his hands to Wang Anfeng and the others, and said politely:

"It's already Chen's hour today, and the master has ordered, do the three guests want to eat something to fill their stomachs?"

Cooking smoke rises from the back kitchen of this Yizhuang.

The old man's handicraft was very good, he walked tremblingly, but the dough he kneaded was very firm.

The noodles are boiled in plain water, without any side dishes, just pour some vinegar and sprinkle a pinch of salt.

While eating, Yan Ling took a large head of old garlic from the old man's back kitchen, put it on the table, glanced at Hong Feibai, with a square face, and said:
"Old garlic in winter, the taste is spicy enough and strong enough, it is best served with rice."

He said so, but when he was eating, he didn't intend to touch the old garlic at all. The injured hand dragged the porcelain bowl and ate, and the old garlic, which was the size of a child's fist, was counted by Hong Fei. After eating, he chewed the spicy garlic cloves, and then swallowed the white leather noodles.

Ginger is old and spicy, but in fact garlic is not much different. The smell hits the throat and eyes, it is so spicy that Hong Feibai's eyes are so hot that tears flow from the corners of his eyes, which cannot be stopped.

"Ha, it's really spicy, enough to rush..."

The boy in the back room looked at Hong Feibai's appearance, smashed his tongue, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice:

"What's the point of eating like this..."

"White leather noodles are the blandest, and it's best to be served with meat sauce."

The old man smiled and looked at the three young men who swallowed the white water in silence.

Looking at Wang Anfeng whose breathing was unstable, Yan Ling who had experienced a deadly battle and whose blood was still alive, and Hongfei who was so hot that his eyes were red and still gulping down the tasteless noodles, he sighed leisurely.

And no explanation.

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