I save the world with a knife

Chapter 42 is gossip

The flower owner was very sincere, but Miao Wu just nodded slightly and did not respond, but said: "I will bring your heart to you."

She glanced at the suave and personable luthier, and changed the subject sharply: "However, while the flower master is still here, I need an answer from your excellency, luthier."

The flower owner asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

He didn't hide the gossip in his eyes at all, a gleam of understanding flashed in the eyes of the singing girl standing behind him, she covered her lips and smiled, her gesture of watching the show was very obvious.

Miao Wu seemed unaware of the turbulent tide between them, so she straightened her back and asked the luthier: "My lord's new disciple, the future young master of Liuguang Tower, is only seven years old now, why did your lord, the luthier, appear in front of the public?" I will wait for it to grow up, and send a bouquet of fresh daffodils to the little master every day through the teleportation array."

There seemed to be a fire burning in her bright eyes, and the whole hall was tense with anger: "With all due respect, does Your Excellency the luthier have any special hobbies that are unknown?"

She warned: "No matter what shady and inferior hobbies there are, I hope that the flower master can restrain Your Excellency, the luthier, and don't choose our little master as the target. The little master is innocent and cannot be valued by the luthier. "

Flower owner: "..." Ah this? !The life of the luthier kid has become more and more "judgment" since he left Sifang City and lost the alliance.

The flower master and the singing girl were taken aback, and immediately looked up at the luthier.

I didn't expect you, luthier, with thick eyebrows and big eyes to be so elegant, I didn't notice it at all before.

He moved his mouth, and just about to say something, he heard the singing girl cough lightly behind him, the reminder in her voice was obvious.

The singing girl was extremely helpless, the leader is a very good-tempered person, and he wouldn't take some innocuous mistakes to heart.But the leader is very interested in some gossip stories, and he forgot the majesty of the leader as soon as he got up, so she had to keep an eye on her all the time.

She glanced at the left protector of Liuguanglou, and felt that if she didn't remind the lord, this majesty would be lost to Yubei.

When the flower master heard the cough, he turned around and swallowed the words. With a solemn face, he looked at the luthier with a wandering expression, and asked, "Luther, is there something wrong?"

The always elegant and perfect smile on the lips of the luthier was inexplicably mixed with bitterness and joy at this moment. He didn't hide it, and looked at him with a smile on his brows and eyes, and his appearance became more dignified and distinguished: "There is such a thing, the little master of Liuguanglou, The reincarnation of my beloved."

"Her name is Heatweed. We met, knew each other, and fell in love with each other ten years ago. We made an appointment to see wild flowers in spring, fireflies in summer, maple leaves in autumn, and falling snow in winter..."

The luthier touched the Jiaoweiqin in his arms, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with natural melancholy, and he said serious nonsense: "Who knows that when I was traveling abroad, I provoked an enemy, and she was implicated by me and killed by that enemy. Over the years, I am content with whatever comes my way, wandering everywhere, making my home everywhere. I just want to find her reincarnation."

He seemed to have thought of something, and a bouquet of daffodils suddenly appeared in his hand, and he looked like a young man from a family in Moshang with a smile on his face, with a cynical face and an indescribable elegance: "This is her favorite flower." Flowers, I give her every day, she will definitely remember our love."

The luthier's expression was full of anticipation and joy: "I will wait for her, wait for her to grow up, and then continue the relationship."

There was a moment of silence in the hall, the singing girl held back her tears, never expecting that the gloomy and now elegant luthier would have such a sad past.

The past shaped the present, no wonder the luthier became more and more perfect.

Seeing that the flower master didn't make a sound, Miao Wu took the initiative to break the silence and said, "I don't know what is the temper of that respected lady?"

The luthier looked gentle, boasting of himself without changing his face, and put all the beautiful words on himself: "She is gentle and kind, and she will never let anyone down. vitality.."

"She knows medical skills, hangs a pot to help the world, and takes saving the common people as her own responsibility. When you see her, you will know her at the first sight that this is her."

After the luthier finished describing the character of his beloved, there was silence in the hall.

The swordsman's eyes, which had been hiding deep contempt all along, became much calmer. It turned out that it wasn't because he had suddenly acquired a bad habit, but that the other party was his reincarnated love.

It is also excusable.

The swordsman kept his eyes on his nose, his nose, his heart and his heart, quietly listening to the confrontation between the other party and Miao Wu Dharma protector.

After a while, Miao Wu, whose mouth twitched, spoke first.

Miao Wu: "...Although I admire women like Mrs. Zun very much, but forgive me, what if the young master is not Mrs. Zun's reincarnation?"

That girl Rong Xian dislikes cats and dogs, and tries her best to die all day long, as if Pippi has the virtue of indigestion after eating too much shrimp, how could she be the reincarnation of a gentle and kind person like a Bodhisattva that the luthier said.

She Miao Wu Zuo Dharma will never admit it.

The melodious sound of the piano sounded, and Miao Wu reflexively became vigilant.

She looked up, and sure enough, she saw the luthier smiling and plucking the notes gracefully, with murderous intent brewing on the trembling strings.

The luthier smiled and asked gracefully: "Guard Zuo, it's really rude to deny all the expectations of an infatuated and weak luthier so directly."

Miao Wu: "..." Good guy, you actually want to threaten her to change her words!
She was too lazy to deal with the luthier, and she didn't believe that the luthier dared to fight her in front of the flower master, so she said directly to the flower master: "Your Excellency, the luthier, I will take it to the little master. This trip is over, and the flower master is busy with business, so I won't bother you." , please allow me to say goodbye."

The flower master said warmly: "In this case, I will not keep you as a guest. Song girl, you send the guardian."

"Yes." Pingting, the singing girl, walked out from behind the flower master, and smiled at the guardian with a smile.

"Guardian Zuo, please." Her voice was like a nightingale.

Miao Wu bowed to the flower owner and followed her out of the hall.

The swordsman looked at the two people who left, and then at the flower master and the swordsman who were staring at him in unison, and said in a timely manner: "Flower master, I still have some things to deal with, please allow this subordinate to resign."

"Well, let's go." The flower owner said directly.

After the swordsman left, when only the flower master and the luthier were left in the empty hall, the flower master immediately stared at the luthier with an unfathomable expression: "Luther, what do you want to say to me?"

Those who didn't know thought that the flower master was interrogating the prisoner.

The luthier rolled his eyes gracefully, without changing his face, he said: "Shangxuanzong Taishang accepted a direct disciple."

The flower owner raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

The luthier said unhurriedly: "The Divine Sword Sect has a young master, and it is said that he has a close relationship with the direct disciple of the Supreme Elder of the Shang Xuanzong. The Supreme Elder had a discussion with the Chi Sect Master a few days ago. a whole night."

The flower owner couldn't help leaning forward: "Really?"

　Flower Lord: My DNA has moved, and there seems to be gossip.cat cat probe JGP
　　
　
(End of this chapter)