Iceberg beauty lifts her head

Yao stared at the empty stone path next to the Xiaoxiang bamboo, as if waiting for something, his eyes looked forward again and again.

Beside her was a maidservant from a rich family of the Pu family, seeing that the young lady was so eager to see through her eyes, although she felt very strange in her heart, she also waited quietly.

"It's nothing for you, just go down first." The girl was a little impatient with her: "Let me go out for a walk by myself."

The maid turned around and persuaded: "Miss, you are about to marry Master Pu, it is not suitable to go out during this time."

"He is clearly negotiating business with people now, but he treats me like a canary."

Hidden in her sleeves, the girl quietly clenched her hands, and said casually, "I heard that the auction will be held in Liudu Golden Lane today. It's rare for such a grand event, but I don't have a chance to participate...you can help me find out about the auction." latest status."

"Yes." The maid agreed, but felt strange, since when did the lady pay attention to the auction?

"Especially the place where the first auction of medicinal materials went." The young girl emphasized coldly, and slammed the window shut, "There is one more thing, you should also remember, among the group of rich merchants who participated in the auction, is there any A man with the surname Yao—if there is one, copy his portrait."

Her voice was vibrating, and there was a hint of assertiveness in her flick of her sleeves, unlike the usual Shuliang appearance.

"Miss, it is inappropriate for you to ask for portraits of other men as you are getting married soon!" The maid was startled, and hurriedly advised in a low voice:

"Forgive me, my servant, if Master Pu sees it, he values ​​the loyalty of his wives and concubines, and I'm afraid he won't be able to accept you doing this."

"Does he value loyalty? He himself has a lot of wives and concubines..." The woman to be married bit her lower lip coldly, expressing her displeasure, but in the end she didn't say much—she needed to hide her edge under the fence.

The maid still stood there like a pile, in a dilemma, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Seeing that the maid didn't move, the young girl couldn't help but get angry again: "Why are you still sticking around? Go ask the result of the first auction!"

She flicked her sleeves towards the maid, and opened her mouth, revealing the coldness of her teeth.

That porcelain puppet-like face revealed a strange color in an instant, like countless red-blooded thin snakes, peeping out from under the skin, there was a mysterious mystery that is not known by ordinary people.

"Slave... Numai is going now!" The maid was so frightened that she almost fainted on the spot.

"What a waste!" The young girl looked out of the door, seeing her staggering out of the door, almost wanting to run away in a panic.

His whole body couldn't help but feel like fire ants eating away at his bones, hot blood was about to burst out from his veins.

"Master Xuetong, the backlash of the bloodthirsty evil art is very uncomfortable, isn't it?"

In the dimly lit place in the bamboo forest, a voice suddenly came: "It's a pity, it's a pity, you have refined the blood of more than 80 young children, but because you are short of one Qilan, you will fall short in refining the blood pill."

"Who is it?" The blood boy lost his voice, this is the secret mansion of the Pu family, no one can easily enter it except the servants.

She looked around, and saw a black robe coming from the depths of the dead bamboo. He was wearing a bronze mask carved with mandala marks. His face was hidden behind the mask, and no expression could be seen clearly. Not a single footprint was left, the footsteps were as light as a dark ghost.

As soon as the blood boy recognized the mandala, the momentary tension on his face disappeared.

She opened the transparent door and came forward, a red demonic light was faintly visible between her brows, revealing a kind of deep pain.

She endured the pain and walked up to him, and asked neither humble nor overbearing: "Why is it you again, what are you doing?"

The man in black met her gaze, and said in a very low voice, "I'm here to tell you some good news—the fifth auction in Liudu this time is Qilan."

"What! Is there Qilan?" The blood boy tried his best to restrain his excitement, but the blood was about to burst out all over his body, making her voice tremble uncontrollably:

"Damn it! I only heard that someone put chalcedony and dragon scale fruit in it."

The man in black stood by the bamboo grove, looking at the immature and beautiful girl in front of him with a somewhat regretful expression, the face hidden behind the mask seemed to smile silently, and his tone was faint and hard to figure out:

"Yes, chalcedony and dragon scale fruit, you originally sent your servants to buy them just to hoard these medicinal materials, but it seems that a small mistake made a big mistake—Yao Qiyun discovered Ling Lan's whereabouts and succeeded in buying them. killed him."

As if struck by lightning, the blood boy's complexion was instantly livid, and all the excitement just now turned into fury.

Ling Lan is her confidant who has been cultivated for many years since she fell into evil ways, and she is also her most proud subordinate.

The man in black reached into his sleeve with one hand and took out a scroll.The sandalwood scroll was slowly unfolded in his hands. The main color of the painting was extremely simple and elegant, with pine ink as the outline, and the painting on it was a boy in white standing by the street.

That person was none other than Yao Qiyun, a disciple of the Yao sect who had a reputation among the evil crowd.

"His appearance and commonly used exercises are all in this painting." The man in black had a calm voice, revealing inexplicable emotions.Hand over the scrolls to the blood boy.

The moment he held the scroll, the blood boy's pupils trembled, revealing an expression of disbelief.

Since practicing bloodthirsty evil kung fu, her palms are so sharp that they are almost psychic. What comes from the other end of the scroll does not have the slightest internal force that matches his light kung fu. It is warm, weak and soft, which is different from ordinary The people are no different.

Her doubts deepened, she raised her gaze, and observed him deliberately for a moment.

"My name is Feng Chengyu, you don't need to be curious, and you don't need to be curious about my identity. In short, I will not be your enemy." The man in black took off his mask, revealing a beautiful face:

"I've left all the news about him in your hands. As for whether you want to go to the auction pavilion to avenge Ling Lan and buy Qilan, it depends on your wishes."

"Your surname is Feng? Haven't you always been his accomplice?" The blood boy's eyes were particularly wary: "You want to help me?"

"Yes, girl, I am indeed on your side. I have been monitoring Yao Qiyun for the past few months, in order to see through the number of exercises he has learned."

Feng Chengyu smiled lightly and said, "You may not believe it, but it is true."

"Oh?" The blood boy was a little surprised, still dubious: "Then why didn't you tell me last time that he put the chalcedony and dragon scale fruit? Otherwise, I will definitely not let Ling Lan go there alone and give them away for nothing. his..."

"Life and death, misfortune, who can predict?" Feng Chengyu sighed: "Ling Lan's death, I am also very surprised - I originally proposed to wait until the fourth Qilan started, I never thought that he would go early this morning Auction Pavilion, wait for the rabbit."

The blood boy knew that this Yao sect disciple was so sophisticated, his eyes changed a few times, and finally he calmed down: "How many people does he have?"

"He is in charge of the Yao family alone, and I have never seen him have any internal support." Feng Chengyu put on the mask and once again covered his expression:

"With all due respect, before your bloodthirsty evil skills are mastered, your strength can only be tied with him. But you also cultivated a group of assassins brought from southern borders, and you have kept a low profile for a while. And the master of the Pu family that you have relied on these past few years, he is over sixty years old, half of his body is buried in the coffin, and he cannot protect you for long."

"After getting Qilan, why do you want the old man to protect you?"

After being pointed out the stakes, the blood boy's eyes showed a trace of madness, and there was a coldness of gnashing his teeth when he pronounced his words.

"It's not so easy to get Qilan, he will observe in secret, and then take you down in full view." Feng Chengyu's eyes were full of calculation:

"Remember not to be careless. There will be no harm in ambush with more people."

"Heh!" The blood boy's voice was like a poisonous snake spit out a letter: "The auction pavilion is the territory of the Pu family. If he dares to enter the pavilion alone, I will let him go and never return."

"Then I wish you good luck."

Feng Chengyu smiled slightly, and his tone was suddenly solemn: "There is no such thing as a pie from heaven, so, as our transaction of information on the Yao sect, is your lord ready to pay me the same price?"

"Remuneration... what do you want?" The blood boy stared at him and asked: "The most important thing for the Pu family is money and jewelry. After this is done, I can give you a few boxes of gold ingots. Gold ingots are much more valuable than ordinary copper and silver, enough for you businessmen to pay attention to."

"Actually, I've done a lot of business, and money is meaningless instead." Feng Chengyu pursed his lips, his smile hidden in the darkness of the mask: "Can you please, sir, play a show with me in the auction hall later?"

"Acting?" The blood boy became a little interested: "Is it a good deal to exchange Yao Qiyun's fatal weakness for a play?"

"Many transactions cannot be measured." Feng Chengyu raised his head and glanced at the sky: "In fact, this is a priceless transaction."

45. Chapter 45

He took out a small roll of letter paper from the lapel of his clothes, and brought it to the blood boy. She spread the letter paper and was slightly surprised: "Mr. Is it the impression in the book—he is going to die, and he will die very quickly, there is no time to doubt your infidelity, what are you doing so extravagantly?"

"Is it? Perhaps it seems so to you."

Feng Chengyu didn't explain much, and responded very calmly: "Actually, Yao Qiyun is very suspicious sometimes, and it is really not easy to gain his trust. This play should be regarded as my punishment."

"You are really a lunatic." The blood boy couldn't help mocking: "It is said that Mr. Feng is a shrewd businessman, such a worthless thing..."

"Oh, that really made the blood boy laugh." Feng Chengyu turned around, narrowed his eyes, and his eyes