Although he was crazy about his heart, Leng Xiaobai still had two very important things in his mind.

He lives in the alley next to the palace. Every night or when he is fine, he can hear people inside say that their adults have not come back for many days. I don’t know what happened, which made the two ladies cry.

Leng Xiaobai listened to those words and said that the adult who didn't go home was really a guy who was worse than a pig or a dog. With such a beautiful wife, why did he still have to go outside and not go home? No matter what the matter is, he shouldn't not go home.

He looked at himself again, and he was still a guy who even had a problem with eating, especially the dog from whom he didn't know. He had to come over to compete with him every day, which made him suffer some wounds.

The dog did not come to compete for territory with him, but just sat next to him. It might be that the wind was blowing through the alley, making the stray dog ​​feel the unbearable coldness, and directly pressed against Leng Xiaobai to keep each other warm.

Leng Xiaobai didn't say anything, he couldn't speak, he didn't know how to speak, and after he lost his mind, he did not think about the people in various previous cases, and he never forgot to sway and attack others.

He stayed here very honestly, and even went around the broken house and took a look at the person who had already become cold and who had come from the two departments.

After the beggar in Kyoto dies, they will be dealt with by the two departments in the fastest and most direct way. There is a crematorium among the two departments, which is prepared for these people. They no longer have the opportunity to be buried in peace. All they can do is leave a name that will not be remembered and cannot distinguish between each other's ashes.

The stray dog ​​also came from the two departments. Unlike those beggars, he did not want to spend the rest of his life when he got old and arranged for retirement in those places. He wanted to see the customs and customs here.

Feel the warmth that you don’t want to abandon yet. Only places with wind will have warmth. Even the moisture left by the rain on the ground cannot make them osteoporotic.

Many people will be worried about Leng Xiaobai's disappearance.

Yan Xia and Hongyun in the palace did not come back after leaving that day. This was the fifth day. When he left, he was not wearing official uniforms, but just wearing white clothes.

Those who were taken back by Leng Xiaobai from Shangren Mansion also began to worry. First, they were worried about Leng Xiaobai's safety, which was a real worry. Second, if Leng Xiaobai did not come back, what was waiting for them was to return to Shangren Mansion and could not leave another step in their life.

Fang Yan went to Yangzhou. Chao Mu was not only listening to his own words, that is, his two wives, but the three of them left by themselves. Yan Xia couldn't do anything even if she wanted Chao Mu to do.

When the incident reached the palace, the people in the palace began to worry. Even Xia Tianzi began to use the intelligence department to deal with the matter. The results found did not satisfy him. There was no one in the huge Kyoto.

Qiushan is still teaching in the book hall, and what is happening outside seems to have nothing to do with him. Those who are going to school here may gossip about this incident. Seeing Qiushan's scholarly face, they can only listen carefully.

Storyteller A San was in Youqin Pavilion. As a storyteller specially hired, he achieved a very competent person. In the past five days, he turned Leng Xiaobai’s story into a story and a novel in the chapter. He told it over and over again.

Most of the audiences in the audience cooperated. Perhaps because the storytelling of Asan was too exciting, the impression of Leng Xiaobai was indescribable.

He gave up his love for no reason. Thinking of the hard work he had tried again and again before, but in the end, this kind of unsuccessful conflict arose because of a problem of face. Is this his mind?

More people in the martial arts world have learned about it. They are still very dissatisfied with the character Leng Xiaobai. A person who uses a sword took out both of his swords. What is the sword? For a sword, it is their life. The sword is there, and that is not just a joke.

It is understandable to hand over your life to your beloved person. Even if you hand it over, why do you have to regret it again? Is this a question about your choice?

A ragged man sitting at the back, listening to what those people said, vomiting old blood in front of him. The wooden stick in his hand turned into a sword, a wooden sword.

The clothes on his body were still so dirty. His hair that he hadn't washed in five days seemed to have not been washed in five years. The stains on his hands made him feel uncomfortable.

"Where are the stinky beggars coming from? Why no one cares about it?"

That should have been a very good way to make a debut. With a word mixed in the middle of the stone, the person guarding the attic called over and without hesitation, he put Leng Xiaobai out and threw it in the open space outside the door.

"Look at the door and don't let everyone in casually."

The two people at the door looked at Leng Xiaobai who was thrown out and nodded quickly. They were wondering how this guy got in. They had never seen someone dressed up like this before.

In a blink of an eye, Leng Xiaobai was gone, and a dog's tail followed behind and disappeared at the entrance of the alley at the corner.

A beggar appeared at the door of the royal palace. He looked at the plaque, with the wooden sword in his hand still on one side, and waved to the yard.

With two swords sounded, the two swords flew out of the yard and fell on Leng Xiaobai's hands.

Only those who have reached the level of a master can do it. It is a very deep level. Before this, even for a powerful person, no matter how superb his martial arts are, he can only rely on his familiarity with the sword to make the sword leave his hands for a short time and take it back at the fastest speed.

Yan Xia and Hongyun, who were standing in the yard, looked at Zhan Lu Jian on the table and the gray wolf on his waist, and suddenly flew out without control. In that direction was the mansion gate.

Yan Xia hurriedly tied her belt back and turned out to be pulled out from the west. This time she broke the shackles of the belt and flew out alone.

"He's back, he's getting stronger."

Hongyun said in amazement, sitting on the chair beside her. At this time, Yan Xia had already tied her belt and came to the mansion with the women in the yard. She looked at the wild dog who was still sitting on the ground and didn't react, but no one was here.

“Where did you go?”

Storyteller A San walked over from the entrance of the alley, looked at a group of women standing at the door, and said with a smile.

"Misfortune is the basis of good fortune, and good fortune is the basis of bad fortune. It was originally an irreversible bad thing, but now it has achieved a beautiful thing. He is now chasing someone at the gate of the city and will come back later. You go back and wait for a moment."

Yan Xia was puzzled. She looked at the person who came over and didn't know him, but what she said was a bit confused. She was obviously a storyteller and insisted on pretending to tell fortunes.

"Ghost Pong, you're finally here." Tie Polivier also walked out of the palace, looking at the folding fan in his hand and saluting the man at the door.

"I've met Mrs. Yan."
Chapter completed!