The beauty of Han Meiren is famous for her beauty. Even if there are people in her family who are thinking about her, Leng Xiaobai still can't control her eyes, and Tang Chi did not blame Leng Xiaobai for her rudeness.

Tang Chi, who walked into the room, looked up at the stars in the sky, turned around and said to Leng Xiaobai.

"It won't be too cold in July, so you can sleep in the woodshed with peace of mind. Even if the official family finds out here, they will not be able to enter that room."

Beauty Han packed up the tea sets in the yard. It was the second day of the sky, and the stars were spotted in the sky, and the moon was sparse. It was a good weather. Leng Xiaobai thought about what Tang Chi said before, believing in it. In the past, he believed it. If he didn't believe it, he would only suffer. If he believed it, it would be the result of an overestimating opponent and would not endanger his life.

According to Tang Chi's request, Han Meiren took out two sets of spare mats and gave them to Leng Xiaobai and the others, reminding them.

"Young Master asked me to tell you that I will rest here for one night today and deal with anything tomorrow, just treat it as giving him a face."

Kang He didn't understand Han Meiren's words, it was the second day of the day. If you didn't rest here at such a time, where would you go?

Leng Xiaobai understood Tang Chi's words, and it was not easy to escape after killing people. The one who died was not an ordinary person. On the surface, he was the confidant of Master Taibao. There were only three Taiping Towers in Jiuzhou, and Fuyang City was one of them. The person who could be sent here to be in charge was not an ordinary position among Meng'an's confidants, and it was even more impossible to be left alone.

It was the second day since the incident. The tightly closed door of Taiping Tower was still not moving at all, so something was wrong. The person in charge was killed in his own home and was made in full view of everyone. This was a slap in the face in front of everyone in the world.

No sound came out the previous two days, and Leng Xiaobai began to wonder whether there were other arrangements behind them. As Tang Chi said, his understanding of this world was still limited to the stories Bai Wuren and the stories he told. Although when he was told, he had already made those stories more cherished as much as possible, rather than a person's view of this world, it was impossible to do it very cleanly. Even if that person was Bai Wuren, he only experienced that he had to be alive when he was still alive, and many things would change.

There are ever-changing changes, and some things cannot be said in the book.

Beauty Han handed the things to Leng Xiaobai and turned back to the very simple room. It was very different from the previous generous Tang Chi. Beauty Han had no complaints. His expression was no different from when he first met. He was still the cold face. Even if the person standing opposite him was Tang Chi, her current master.

Leng Xiaobai was worried, even if Kang He didn't say it, he could see that. Putting the big Juque sword in the base of the wall of the room was easy to attract attention. He didn't want to be caught when he just escaped. What happened that night made him know that the person in front of him was colder than those in the official family.

Leng Xiaobai didn't pay attention to Kang He's thoughts and gave him a mat. The innocence in July was really warm, and even at night it wouldn't catch a cold because it was not covered with a quilt, especially this day was really hot. This was Leng Xiaobai's hottest night.

The snoring sounds coming from Kang He. He slept very well, so Leng Xiaobai envied him very much. Who else could he have such a good smell was before he was twelve years old. That day was his birthday, because it was the first snow that winter, and it was also the worst time he was beaten by the children around him, including wounds on his head, arms, legs, and back. Some were wounds that were knocked out, some were wounds because of stones, and even those wooden poles.

Leng Xiaobai did not resist or had the opportunity to resist that time. The reason I remember so clearly was that he had just eaten a very delicious bun. It was the first time he wanted to eat it and didn't tell the old beggar, but ate it secretly by himself. The warm feeling of something in his stomach made him feel that this was happiness. At that moment, he seemed to be the happiest person in the world.

Even if he was surrounded by five or six people, he didn't even know why those people beat him. The person who took the lead was a fat man with a fat heart and a wealthy family, as if he could not finish eating in three lifetimes.

Leng Xiaobai's various envy, jealousy and hatred have always existed in his heart. In the words of the old beggar, when he is not capable, he must endure it without hesitation when he sees what he wants. This is what the old beggar does, so he can't even wrap a better mat and bury it when he dies.

Leng Xiaobai didn't want to be bullied. He felt that his tolerance had reached its limit. That time he knew what the King of Hell looked like. His fierce face, his mouth was full of fangs, and his eyes were as big as a copper bell, which made him dare not give up the idea of ​​living in his heart. The old beggar said that if he gave up on the person who survived, he would be bullied after death. Those people had many ways to bully people, not just pain, but it would make you feel awkward and uncomfortable all over.

Leng Xiaobai couldn't think of that feeling, even now he still couldn't think of what it should be, so he thought it was made up by the old beggar to deceive him. Only now did he realize that it was not the feeling that would only happen after death. He could also experience that feeling when he was alive. It was really uncomfortable and it was very difficult to get started. He just wanted to do it, but he didn't know what to do.

Leng Xiaobai was lying on the mat and couldn't sleep. He was thinking about what King Qi said to him, and also what Tang Chi said to him. If he hadn't gone to Taiping Tower to kill people, he wouldn't have been born again. People in the world were talking openly and honestly, and would not do things that were stealing. They would still do some despicable things in secret. And even if they did, no one would point fingers at them. They had the strength to save themselves.

For no reason, it is not willing to offend a sect that is comparable to you and even stronger than you for someone who has nothing to do with you. The foundation is really important.

"That person should be damned. Even if I don't kill him today, I will not let such a person go next time I see him. The timing may be a little wrong. I have done nothing to regret. When I regret it, I will waste my will, but also the passing time and energy. These are very important to me now and cannot allow fixed-point waste."

Leng Xiaobai half asleep and half awake. This is a habit he has been maintaining after practicing martial arts. It is not a good habit, but also a person who is afraid of death. He gives others a sense of security, so he can only give a little more. He is worried that he will be thrown into the wilderness after his death, and he will find a pit and throw it in, but he doesn't know who he is if he is dug out.
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