Hou Xibai looked at Song Yuhua who was obviously afraid of Shi Zhixuan and knew her fear. He changed his tone and continued.

"I just want to paint you Yuhua on this hundred-mei fan. I wonder if you are willing?"

Song Yuhua's expression relaxed now. Talking about a demon king like Shi Zhixuan was still a heavy burden for her and she couldn't let it go.

"The beauty of Yuhua is no more than the beauty of a willow tree. I'm afraid it will disappoint Young Master Hou!"

How could Song Yuhua agree to Hou Xibai's rude request? How could a lady from a high family have her portrait painted by an outsider!

Hou Xibai smiled when he heard this and said shamelessly, not minding Song Yuhua's rejection.

"Actually, Yuhua, whether you agree with it or not, it doesn't affect my painting!"

"After seeing you today, I am confident that I will draw you after I leave!"

When Song Yuhua heard this, for the first time, she felt that Hou Xibai looked a bit like a disciple of the Demon Sect, a bit rogue, she rolled her eyes coquettishly and said bitterly.

"Master Hou, since you have already made up your mind, why do you need to ask for my opinion?"

"Back to the castle master, there is nothing unusual!"

"Young Master, you are out!"

The leader of the guard bowed his head in response, feeling unworthy for the young lady in his heart. He had been fortunate enough to meet Song Yuhua, who was astonished by the beauty of heaven. He was unparalleled in her grace and beauty. He didn't understand why Xie Wenlong didn't like such a beautiful, gentle and gentle wife, or even

I feel disgusted!

Xie Wenlong staggered and his body swayed. The leader of the guards hurriedly stepped forward to help him. Surrounded by seven or eight guards, he headed towards Xiudao Pavilion. When he passed a corner, he saw a shadow, Wanhua Tower.

Even the lights can't shine here.

Hou Xibai knew that he was in the wrong and did not dare to look directly at Song Yuhua. His eyes dodged and he looked up at the sky outside the window, looking around at him.

Outside Chengdu, in the barren mountains, a bonfire was lit. The flames danced, illuminating a few feet in radius, dispelling the darkness and cold. Hou Xibai held a branch in his hand, with a pheasant strung on it, and kept turning it.

, Hou Xibai is sprinkled with some spices from time to time, the golden skin, the sizzling oil, exudes an amazing aroma, making people salivate.

"Why don't you reply? It's so boring to go home. That pretentious and incomprehensible Song Yuhua makes me bored!"

Song Yuhua was in a daze, looking at the moon in a daze, and Hou Xibai rang in his heart, murmuring.

Xie Hui showed a look of surprise, with a bit of relief in his eyes. This was the only good news he heard today. Song Yuhua was willing to keep the festival for Xie Wenlong. This was the best thing.

The two pretentious girls, with their charming eyes, glanced at the man, coquettishly and coquettishly. After a moment, they took the banknotes in their hands and reluctantly entered the Wanhua Tower, looking back three times.

Killing with one blow, ruthless precision, extremely fast, even he is not sure that he can survive this blow unscathed. The assassin is at least a first-class master in the innate realm, and is proficient in assassination, so that Xie Wenlong can stand in a group of

Surrounded by guards, he was assassinated without any defense.

As a veteran grand master, Xie Hui is not a top-notch master, but he is still powerful. The energy in his body is extremely terrifying. The air in the entire main hall has stopped flowing. It is extremely terrifying and depressing. Anger fills Xie Hui's heart. He lost his son in old age.

It has been a great tragedy in life since ancient times.

"Yang Xuyan tried to assassinate Wenlong, but you really couldn't resist him. No wonder you!"

Song Yuhua was reluctant to give up. She put away the bright smile on her face, frowned slightly, and her eyes returned to calmness again, like a dry well, dead silent. After a long time, she spoke.

"Did you do it?"

"However, I only have one son, Wen Long. He is dead, but you are still alive. He is alone underground and will inevitably be lonely. Please go down together to accompany him!"

Only then did the man have the time to pay attention to the guard leader. There was still a bit of lewdness in his eyes, and he spoke with undiminished interest.

"Are we going home now?"

Hou Xibai glanced at the sky, stood up, and said goodbye to Song Yuhua.

Hou Xibai was still wearing the black brocade robe he had worn when he committed the crime. He took a hard bite of the roasted pheasant, which was sizzling with oil. His mouth was filled with aroma. Delicious food can make people happy the most. A faint smile appeared on his face.

of smile.

Xie Hui knelt down, with a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes, and carefully observed the wound on Jie Wenlong's throat, constantly deducing and reviewing the scene in his mind.

Song Yuhua nodded. She and Xie Wenlong did not have any feelings. She was still Yunying's virgin. Xie Hui knew this well, so he said so.

Song Yuhua turned to look out the window, blinked her big eyes a few times, looked back at Hou Xibai again with a speechless expression, and said.

"Wenlong is dead. Yuhua, after you have taken care of his posthumous affairs, you can stay or leave as you like!"

The man was so drunk that he tried his best to open his eyelids. His eyes were dull and lifeless. He let go of the girl he was holding and flirted happily.

Facing the gazes of his colleagues, the guards had a look of death on their faces, and there was deep fear in their eyes. If the young master died, they were afraid that they would also be buried with him.

"I'm going to Xiuteo Pavilion tonight. I haven't been there for several days. I miss my little baby so much!"

After saying that, both hands were still on the plump buttocks of the two girls, and they grabbed a handful, causing the two girls to exclaim and laugh.

Xie Hui had a cold face and covered his son's remains with a white cloth. He had a vague guess in his heart and asked the guards for confirmation of the situation at that time.

The man hugged him from left to right and walked crookedly. Almost all of his body weight rested on the two women beside him, causing their waists to bend and their faces to turn red. It was very laborious.

Wanhua Tower, resplendent and brightly lit, is the largest brothel in Chengdu. It has the most beautiful women and can enjoy all the services you can imagine.

As Jie Wenlong's wife, Song Yuhua also sat aside, with a faint look on her face. There was no trace of sadness in her eyes, but rather a look of relief and relief. She looked solemnly, looking at Jie Wenlong, who was pale and lying on the ground, with thoughts rolling in her heart.

What to think about.

At night, the silver moon hangs high and the moonlight is cold. At this time, the city of Chengdu has fallen into a deserted atmosphere, silent and silent. The lively scene during the day has disappeared. The roads paved with bluestones are empty and few people are walking on them.

, Occasionally a person passes by, his footsteps are hurried, and he disappears into the night in a blink of an eye.

Hou Xibai was imprinted in the shadow of the corner. His energy was not leaking at all, his breathing could hardly be heard, and the energy and blood in his body had been suppressed to the point of being inaudible. His whole body was like a tortoise in hibernation, his eyes

It was dim, and without the bright light of the past, the whole person was like a ghost shadow, hidden in the dark night, silent.

"The assassin was like a ghost emerging from the shadow. He was incredibly fast. We were just a blur before our eyes, and the young master was already killed. We didn't even see the opponent's face clearly, and the opponent disappeared into the night.

It’s absolutely terrible!”

Song Yuhua sat in front of the window on the second floor, looking up at the bright jade plate in the night sky. The cold silver glow fell like a silver gauze covering the earth, which was holy. Song Yuhua silently thought about her thoughts.

"Yuhua, although you have a gentle temperament, you are courageous. Since you don't want to be a caged bird, a canary, why not become self-reliant, learn to control your own destiny, practice martial arts diligently, and break out of the birdcage!"

Shadow assassin Yang Xuyan is a rising star in the Demon Sect in recent years. He is also a disciple of the Evil King Shi Zhixuan and a descendant of Butian Pavilion. He is proficient in assassination, powerful and secretive. He has assassinated many powerful figures, making him famous!

Hou Xibai turned around and walked out, suddenly stopped at the stairs, turned around and said.

I don’t know how long it took, a man in his twenties, richly dressed, with tender skin, fair skin, and handsome appearance. He was seven feet tall, walked sloppily, staggered, and smelled of alcohol.

The smile on his face is a bit vulgar, his face is white and beardless, and his peach blossom eyes are very attractive. The bags under his eyes are swollen and black. It can be seen that he has insufficient blood and vitality, which has damaged his body in this Ten Thousand Flowers Tower.

Only then did the guard come back to his senses, exclaimed loudly, and quickly leaned over to check on Jie Wenlong's condition. He was killed with one blow and was no longer breathing.

"Could it be Mr. Hou who did it!"

"Carry it down. They are loyal to the young master and give him a generous burial!"

Hou Xibai walked on the empty road without any hindrance, his steps stepping on the bluestone. Under the moonlight, he looked cool and refined. His clothes were also changed into a black brocade robe, which he wore when he left Duzun Fort.

Pay attention to the fine silk, and in this dark night, the brocade clothes walk at night without attracting anyone's attention.

For some reason, Song Yuhua's mind came to Hou Xibai's otherworldly figure, and he determined that Xie Wenlong's assassination was related to Hou Xibai.

Xie Hui's true energy surged in his body, and the floor tiles under his feet turned into powder. His internal energy was deep and pure. He was worthy of being the leader of a great force, and he indeed had extraordinary strength.

"It's a worthwhile trip to see Yuhua today! It's getting late, and it's time for me to leave!"

"Yuhua hopes that Mr. Hou will realize his wish as soon as possible, and the world will be white and the universe will be bright and clear!"

Even so, these guards did not dare to escape. Their families and children all lived in the Duzun Castle. If they escaped, their wives, children, and children would probably die. If they went back to accept the crime, they could still save their lives. How to choose?

, they naturally understand.

The guard leader was only a hair away from entering the innate realm, but he didn't even have the courage to raise his head in front of Xie Hui. He was so frightened in his heart that his voice trembled as he continued to recall.

Xie Wenlong died and she became a widow. She felt no sadness in her heart. She was even relieved. She felt relaxed as never before. From now on, as long as she was willing to keep her integrity, even the Song clan and Duzunbao could no longer restrain her.

freedom, which is why she is determined to stay in Duzun Castle.

After Xie Hui said these words, he let out a long sigh. In an instant, he became more than ten years older. His straight back suddenly became rickety, as if there was a breath of energy dissipating from his body, and he was lifeless.

"Oh, I used to sneak into my daughter's boudoir at night, but I came early today and forgot about it for a moment!"

The guard leader had a look of shock on his face and his whole body was weak. He looked at the young master who fell to the ground and died. The bright red blood was so dazzling. As guards, they failed to protect the safety of the young master. They were afraid that their lives would not be saved after they returned.

"The moon is really bright tonight!"

After that, Hou Xibai went downstairs, his figure flashed and disappeared into the Duzun Fort.

Xiutao Pavilion is also a brothel. The difference is that Wanhua Pavilion is full of girls, while Xiutao Pavilion is full of prostitutes. It is the favorite place for dignitaries with special hobbies. The consumption there is higher than that of Wanhua Pavilion.

It's an exaggeration, after all, in this era when people are struggling to make a living, good-looking women are very easy to find by selling their daughters, but good-looking men are not so easy to find, and they need to cost a lot of money.

"Mr. Hou, it's just Shenshi at this time. The sun is still hanging in the sky. Where did the moon come from?"

Hou Xibai laughed loudly after hearing this, not caring about the embarrassment at all, and said loudly.

"What's the use of Duzun Castle raising you? You can't even see the assassin's face clearly, and you still have the nerve to come back alive!"

Hou Xibai's eyes flashed with murderous intent, like a ghost emerging from the shadows. In a flash, he appeared in front of Jie Wenlong. Under the horrified gaze of the guard leader, a slender sword

The sword was like a life-threatening ghost, piercing directly into Xie Wenlong's throat. A bit of red bloomed, and Xie Wenlong immediately fell to the ground.

The guards carried Xie Wenlong's body with despair on their faces, their steps were extremely heavy, uneasy, fearful and frightened, and they walked firmly towards the direction of Duzun Fort.
To be continued...