The melon-eating swordsman in the ancient dragon world.

Chapter 504 Xie Xiaofeng is mentally ill

Xie Xiaofeng's sword was pointed at Mr. Qiu Er, and Mr. Mao Da's sword was pointed at Xie Xiaofeng.

The big boss's eyes were excited, Zhuyeqing's eyes were flickering, the younger brother's face was as gloomy as water, Sun Xingyu looked at Xie Xiaofeng expectantly, and only Tie Kaicheng picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.

Mr. Qiu Er had cold sweat on his temples, but he said fiercely, "You don't need to worry about me. I am sure I can dodge this sword!"

Xie Xiaofeng didn't speak, and neither did Mr. Mao Da behind him.

Mr. Qiu Er continued, "Even if I can't escape, you must kill him! If this man doesn't die, there will be no way for us to survive. We have no choice but to take a risk!"

The big boss immediately said, "This is by no means a risk. Your chances are much greater than his!"

Mr. Qiu Er was facing Xie Xiaofeng head-on, but Xie Xiaofeng had his back to Mr. Mao Da. According to common sense, they indeed had a greater chance of killing Xie Xiaofeng.

but……

As soon as Mr. Qiu Er finished speaking, Mr. Mao Da's sword immediately deflected, passed over Xie Xiaofeng's shoulder, and pierced Mr. Qiu Er's left shoulder.

Everyone was stunned. They couldn't believe their eyes and couldn't understand why Mr. Mao suddenly did this.

Mr. Qiu Er certainly could not have expected this, so he didn't even have time to dodge and was stabbed by the sword, then he screamed and retreated.

However, the sword did not penetrate deep. Although Mr. Qiu Er screamed and retreated, Tie Kaicheng saw clearly that the tip of the sword was only half an inch into the flesh and it was not at any of the important meridian points. As long as he recuperated for more than a month, he would be fine.

Even because Mr. Mao Da stabbed his left shoulder, it didn't even affect Mr. Qiu Er's normal attack.

Mr. Qiu Er staggered back and looked at Mr. Mao Da in disbelief.

But Mr. Mao did not look at him. Instead, he stared at Xie Xiaofeng, who had his back to him, with pain in his eyes.

"This sword is to make up for his attack on you." Mr. Mao's cheeks twitched, and he finally couldn't help but sighed, "Haven't we last seen each other for ten years?"

Xie Xiaofeng didn't look back, but his eyes were also full of pain.

Mr. Mao sheathed his sword and looked at Xie Xiaofeng's back. "How have you been these years? Are you sick?"

The questions seemed normal, but they also sounded a bit weird, and Mr. Mao's tone was not right, with a hint of concern and a hint of resentment, and he seemed to be holding back the pain.

Xie Xiaofeng still didn't turn around and didn't say anything.

Mr. Mao spoke again, "Since I have recognized you, why don't you turn around and let me see you?"

Xie Xiaofeng finally spoke, "Since you have already recognized me, why bother looking at me again?"

Mr. Mao Da's eyes showed a hint of ferocity, "Then you should at least see what I have become."

Xie Xiaofeng looked gloomy. He finally turned around and was shocked.

Mr. Mao looks like an ordinary white-haired old man. He is neither energetic nor very old. He is not the handsome, elegant and refined old man, but he is not the weird clown either.

Why was Xie Xiaofeng surprised?

Mr. Mao smiled strangely, but before he could say anything, he heard a "click" sound.

Everyone couldn't help but look back, only to find that Tie Kaicheng was still eating and drinking, and had just picked up a piece of cold peanuts, which attracted attention in the quiet lobby.

"After ten years of separation, it is really touching and exciting to see old friends reunite." Tie Kaicheng met everyone's gazes, nodded seriously, swallowed the chewed peanuts, and pointed to the seat at the table, "It just so happens that there are food and wine here, why don't we sit down and have a few drinks together, and express our feelings of separation and love?"

Everyone looked at Tie Kaicheng with surprise, as if they couldn't understand why he was so courageous.

Whether it is Mr. Mao Da or Xie Xiaofeng, they have just made their moves. As long as you have eyes, you can see that they are both top masters in the world.

Of course, people with eyesight can see that the relationship between them must be very complicated, like both enemies and friends.

In this situation, even Mr. Qiu Er, who had just been stabbed, didn't dare to speak. How could Tie Kaicheng have the courage to make fun of him?

Sun Xingyu suppressed her smile, stood up, pulled out the table for Xie Xiaofeng and Mr. Mao, poured a glass of wine, bowed slightly, and then returned to Tie Kaicheng's side.

Mr. Mao curled his lips and smiled calmly, "What an interesting young man."

Tie Kaicheng smiled and nodded, "Because I know you must have a lot to say to him, in that case, why don't you sit down and talk slowly?"

So Mr. Mao sat down, and as if he was holding his breath, he drank all the wine on the table, then looked at Xie Xiaofeng, "Why, after ten years of not seeing you, you don't even want to have a drink with me?"

Xie Xiaofeng lowered his eyes, picked up the wine that Sun Xingyu poured for him, and drank it all in one gulp.

Mr. Mao smiled strangely, "Do you think I have changed a lot?"

The corners of Xie Xiaofeng's mouth moved, as if he was crying and laughing, and he seemed to want to speak, but in the end he sighed.

Mr. Mao showed a hint of sarcasm and turned to look at Tie Kaicheng, "Are you wondering why he was so surprised when he saw me?"

Tie Kaicheng shook his head, "I'm not surprised."

"Aren't you surprised?" asked Mr. Mao.

Tie Kaicheng nodded, "Because he is ill, I am not surprised at what he does."

This time it was Mr. Mao's turn to be curious, "Is he sick? What's wrong with him?"

"Selfishness, pretentiousness, self-admiration, self-torture, to put it in a way that ordinary people can understand, is a mental illness." Tie Kaicheng said lightly.

Sun Xingyu tried hard to hold back her laughter, but Xie Xiaofeng himself couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Mr. Mao was a little confused. His curiosity almost suppressed his pain. He couldn't help but ask, "Do you know who he is?"

Tie Kaicheng smiled slightly, "When he took the sword just now, his signature technique was so obvious. Didn't it make his identity clear?"

The move that Xie Xiaofeng just used to snatch the sword with his bare hands is the Xie family's unique martial art called "Stealing the Sky and Changing the Day to Seize the Sword". It looks simple, but it actually has a lot of details.

Mr. Mao's eyes widened. "Then why do you say he's mentally ill?"

Tie Kaicheng nodded, "He has a brain disease, and it's a serious disease!"

The big boss was almost dying of curiosity. One was the chief escort of the Red Flag Escort Agency, which was feared throughout the Central Plains, and the other was the first non-official disciple of the Murong family, which was famous throughout the south of the Yangtze River. So who was Aji, the person they were discussing so "seriously"?
Mr. Mao Da stared at Tie Kaicheng in a daze.

The third young master of the Xie family is famous all over the world. He is young, handsome, and suave. Women fall in love with him at first sight and men bow down to him at first sight. All those who have seen him praise him highly.

Xie Xiaofeng is simply the embodiment of perfection. He has never seen anyone say that Xie Xiaofeng is mentally ill!
(End of this chapter)