"Ke Mengfan is dead."

Chi Changkong licked the corner of his mouth, his smile a little hideous:

"That girl is so cruel!"

.........

Emperor Yao lives on the seventh floor, and it is empty.

Ke Mengfan, wearing a blue dress, and a simple and ordinary face, sat alone in front of the window, drinking in the wind.

He looks very ordinary, or a little ugly.

Although it is very neatly managed, it is not a man who likes women.

Emperor Yao lives, and he often comes.

At some point, this seventh floor has become his solemnity, and no one dares to approach him anymore.

In addition to the waiter and the woman who was with him at this time.

"Ye Ke, your wine."

The waiter bowed his feet and served the prepared wine.

"The wine in your house has become much weaker now."

Ke Mengfan took the wine and drank it, and couldn't help but shake his head.

He has been drinking this wine for many years and has always loved it very much.

But since his friend returned from Fengzhou and brought him a bottle of Yangxiaotang's strong and fragrant wine, he drank other wines and there was no smell.

"Ye Ke, we really can't make the wine you want."

The waiter smiled bitterly.

It would be a fantasy to find out the secret recipe and production project of this wine based on just a little wine.

Moreover, Mr. Ke was too stingy, so he left only a few drinks.

Even if the heavens descend to earth, I am afraid that it is impossible to do it.

"Okay, okay, don't make things difficult for me."

A beautiful and gentle woman whispered to relieve the waiter, and then looked at Ke Mengfan gently:

"Brother, you drink countless times, so you have to control it. The wine is too strong and you will get drunk when you smell it. It is a good thing that you can't find it."

"Wine is actually nothing good to drink, but people still can't be too conscious. If you are sober, you will be very painful..."

Ke Mengfan drank all the wine in his glass and sighed softly.

"Brother, you're drunk."

The pretty woman reached out to grab his wine pot.

"Xiu'er, what a terrible world this is."

Ke Mengfan flashed over the woman's hand, picked up another pot of wine, took two sips, his eyes slightly confused:

"There are all living beings in this city, some sell alcohol and meat, some sell charcoal and firewood, some work hard all day long, and some sell children and daughters. It seems that the only meaning of being born is to serve those few people..."

"You're really drunk."

Xiu'er also sighed, saying similar words, since the person in front of her saved her to this day.

He said it thousands of times, and he also listened it thousands of times.

"Xiu'er, do you know why I want to save you?"

Ke Mengfan looked at the pretty woman with blurred eyes.

"have no idea."

Xiu'er's face turned slightly flushed. Looking at this not handsome face, she felt a little confused in her heart.

Ke Mengfan sighed and asked:

"Your family is a wealthy man, a master of the true qi realm, dominates the area, and his mother, a lady of the martial arts family, you have been rich and well-off since you were a child, right?"

Xiu'er didn't know what she thought of, and the blush on her face dissipated, and instead she was pale:

"What do you want to say?"

"You guessed it right, I killed your parents."

Facing the woman's gradually desperate eyes, Ke Mengfan nodded indifferently.

"Why? Why?"

The woman named Xiu'er trembled, tears flowed down, and her voice was sad like an abandoned beast:

"Why do you tell me that since you lied to me, why, why don't you lied to me for the rest of your life?"

Ke Mengfan had no expression on his face.

Watching the woman run out from grief to hysteria and finally full of hatred.

Then he sighed softly.

"Good arrangement, but unfortunately it's meaningless."

The sound of low and crisp footsteps came from the end of the long street, and the noisy downtown echoed clearly in Ke Mengfan's ears.

Among the tide of people, Feng Qingxuan, wearing a black-bottomed gilded brocade dress, looked up slightly with a handsome face, and commented in a tone that looked down indifferently:

"Haoran Long Sword, Ke Mengfan? It turns out that he is just an ordinary, ugly drunkard."

Emperor Yao lives on the seventh floor, and the misty color in Ke Mengfan's eyes slowly faded away.

With three points of solemnity and seven points of coldness, he said:
Chapter completed!