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The blood mist sprayed out and dyed the air in one side light red. The black spider was clutching his neck, his eyes almost falling out of his eyes, and blood was constantly overflowing in his mouth. The severe pain and suffocation changed all the struggles into despair. Finally, with unwillingness and curse, he fell forward heavily.

All this happened too quickly, and it was Xiao Lan who wanted to save him, but he was also a step late.

Kong Kong's hand, who was hiding in the darkness, snorted coldly, turned and withdrew from the dungeon, his figure like a ghost.

He didn't know what the ghost spider wanted to say, nor was he interested in knowing what he wanted to say. Xiao Lan was finally willing to devote himself to studying the agency law. He would not allow anyone or anything to disrupt the plan.

After a long time, Xiao Lan returned to the Red Lotus Hall.

Kongkong Miaoshou poured a cup of tea without looking at him.

"Senior doesn't plan to give me an explanation?" Xiao Lan sat opposite him.

"Who knows what nonsense he is going to talk about again." Kongkong Miao's hand disdainfully made a careless appearance to cover up his inner tension and anxiety-he was actually afraid that Xiao Lan would be angry. But if there is another chance, he will still choose to kill the black spider. The opponent has been in the tomb for decades, knowing too many dirty secrets, but Xiao Lan's heart is clean. This cleanness is too easy to be used. , It is too easy to be stabbed.

"This kind of thing, don't happen again in the future." To his surprise, Xiao Lan didn't say much, just dropped this sentence, and then picked up the trap box on the table.

Kong Kong Miaoshou was both puzzled and rejoiced. He watched him carefully for a long time, and saw that his expression was indeed the same, and there was no sign of anger, so he was deeply relieved, and did not ask him why it took so long to come back, so he accompanied him again. Hehe smiled on it and continued to teach him mechanics.

The sky gradually darkened. Commanding the mansion, Tie Heng said in shock: "Is there anything else?"

"It's just my guess, but the identity of the alien is indeed suspicious." Lu Zhui said, "Take a step back, even if he is not a royal family, this trip is just for Mingyue Tomb, it will cause trouble."

"What Lu Gongzi meant..." Tie Heng probed.

"It's about the Mobei foreigners, so let's play this matter first." Lu Chase said.

"Yes, I will do it now." Tie Heng nodded, "Send someone to guard the Songtao Inn?"

"The other party's skill is not low, so don't rush the grass and startle the snake. If the purpose is tomb of Mingyue, then he won't leave for a moment." Lu Chai said, "Just give it to me for now."

Tie Heng said, "Then there will be Lord Lao Lu."

Later, Lu Wuming also heard of this.

First came a slave country, followed by a Mobeike, and more and more people were staring at Fuhunling. I don’t know what immortals and monsters will appear in the future, and I don’t know whether everyone can return to Japan after two months. Moon Villa.

He looked at the dimly lit window on the opposite side, and suddenly wanted to sigh deeply. Before coming to Fuhunling, I just wanted to find out the secret of Lu Zhui's poisoning, and then I was able to put it on fire, but I never thought that things would develop to this day. My son actually changed his attention and actively wanted to open Mingyue Tomb.

Naturally, Lu Wuming knew that Lu Zhui’s move would not be because he was greedy for the gold and silver in the tomb, and he admitted that what he said did make sense, but Yu Qing almost instinctively rejected it. The Mingyue Tomb almost ruined his life, and he didn't want his son to follow this path.

In the opposite room, Lu Zhui blew out the lights, pulled the quilt and lay down steadily, wrapping himself tightly. His habits are very good. The more things he has, the more he must take care of himself, eat and go to bed early, to ensure that he has enough energy every day to deal with the endless troubles that follow.

For example, the alien man at Songtao Inn is one of the biggest troubles.

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was dark clouds and it looked like a rainy day. Lu Chai, as he always looked like a scholar, dressed in plain old clothes and ate snacks into the inn.

The people in the room were still asleep, and Lu Zhui knocked on the door for a long time before being put in impatiently.

Lu Zhui rubbed his neck and said calmly: "Next time I can walk in by myself." You don't have to go back and pull the clothes in.

"If I remember correctly, you don't seem to be here at this time." He was unhappy with Fang.

Lu Zhui said confidently: "You have a wrong memory."

...

The opponent looked at him coldly.

Lu Zhui shrank his neck and said, "Well, I don't want to lose this good job, for fear of being preempted by others hearing the wind. If Brother Ye still wants to sleep, then I will go to the door and sit and wait until you wake up. ."

After being disturbed by him, the man naturally lost his sleep. After washing, he sat opposite him and asked Xiao Er to bring up breakfast.

"I don't know what I am here to do today?" Lu Chai asked.

The man said: "The bookstore owner will send another batch of scripts later."

Lu Chai shook his head: "I'll be honest, Brother Ye wants to find out the ancient book's record of Mingyue's tomb among a bunch of today's Yingyingyanyan. It's hard to reach the sky."

"Then what do you say?" the man asked him.

"Can't go to Mingyue's grave?" Lu Chai tentatively.

The man sneered: "If I can come and go freely, why bother so much."

"But it's not a problem to keep looking like this." Lu Zhui worried for him.

"I can't find it, you can make money every day." The man reminded.

"That's true." Lu Zhui muttered to himself, "Yes, why am I anxious, I don't want to go to the ancestral grave."

"What's your name?" the man asked.

"Yang Daxue." Lu Zhui replied.

The man looked at him and shook his head: "You don't deserve this name."

Lu Chai had chest tightness, and this time his disguise was not terrible, he was nothing more than an ordinary person, so he didn't even deserve the name.

"Heavy snow is like Yanghua." The man said, "It should be a beautiful person to take this name."

"This can only blame my father." Lu Chai sighed, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and babbled. It seems that the brothel hasn't been enough. Hearing Yang Daxue can think of beautiful women, it would be fine if he heard Yuliuqi.

"Can you sing?" the man asked him again.

Lu Zhui spit out the skin of the melon seeds and shook his head neatly: "No."

"It's a pity." The man closed his eyes. "No matter what you say, it sounds very pleasant."

Lu Chai said shamelessly: "Then let me say a few more words, Brother Ye will give me more money."

The man put a gold ingot on the table.

Lu Zhui: "..."

Lu Zhui said, "You have money!"

"Speak, whatever you say." The man said, "When it comes to dark, this gold is yours."

Lu Zhui sighed: "It turns out that my voice is so valuable. I really am a cheap son."

The man threw a book to him casually.

This is a collection of poems. When Lu Zhui was in the King City, he would also go to the poem contest every time and again. Those who had good things would record it and put it into a book. It is said that the sale is pretty good.

...

"Read." The man ordered.

Lu Zhui turned to the first page and shook his head: "It can be said to be a shit."

"Do you know who wrote this book?" the man asked.

Lu Chai said sincerely, "The freshman name is on the cover. Although I am ugly, I am not blind."

"The Lu Family is the owner of Mingyue Tomb." The man explained.

Lu Zhui suddenly realized: "Before Jianghu also said that it was this person, but I forgot."

"It doesn't matter whether the poem is well written or not, maybe there will be secrets about the tomb of Mingyue." The man closed his eyes again: "Read it."

You think too much about this. Lu Chai cleared his throat. This collection of poems has nothing to do with Mingyue Tomb. It has a deep relationship with Shanhaiju Roast Duck. After all, he has to solicit business for his own family. The number one winner in the color head, how auspicious will come.

His voice is indeed very nice, neither light nor heavy nor high nor low, even if it is deliberately suppressed at this moment without emotion, it is like a clear spring flowing through the heart.

The teapot on the table was empty and full, and Lu Chai wiped his mouth: "This is still a chore."

Lu Zhui said again: "Are you asleep? I'm finished."

"It is said that Lu Zhui is also an interesting person." The man sat up, "I asked when I came, and said that he was in Riyue Villa, but someone else said that he had left Chiba City as early as January and came. To Fuhunling."

"You ask what he did." Lu Zhui wondered.

"Naturally it is for Mingyue Tomb." The man said, "He is the key."

Lu Zhui suddenly realized: "It turned out to be like this."

"It's just where I am going to catch him." The man tapped his temples with his fingers, quite distressed.

Lu Chau persuaded: "This matter is not in a hurry. If you can't catch it, wait slowly. The tomb of Mingyue is so big that you won't have wings and fly away. Since it is the ancestral grave of the Lu family, it is better to wait until Qingming next year. When the family sweeps their graves, they will catch them all at once?"

The man glanced at him silently and said: "You are really witty."

"Thank you." Lu asked, "Will you add money?"

man:"……"

Lu Zhui smiled and said, "Just leave it alone, I'll just say it casually, just say it casually."

"These poems are well written." The man said, "I don't understand most of them, but it seems that the mood is beautiful."

"It's nothing more than piling up rhetoric." Lu Chai said, "Brother Ye is a foreigner, so he is blinded by these flowers and clouds. Actually, I can write about this stuff."

"I'm not interested in your poems." The man raised his chin, "Go, the boss brought the book, and you go open the door."

Xiao Er's face was full of smiles, and this time he sent three large boxes full of them. It is enough for three days to read the posture, and there is also a big scroll, golden and scented.

"What is this?" the man asked.

"Back to the customer, it's the portrait, Mingyu's son." Xiao Er asked for his credit, "The rare goods that are only available in Wangcheng, this time the boss has managed to get three of them. They could have been sold for money, but this time they will not be sold. For the guests."

"Lu Mingyu?" The man threw him an ingot of silver, "Reward you."

The child was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to thank him, and did not forget to cover the door for the two of them after exiting. Lu Zhui secretly cried out, why is there still this thing in Yangzhi City thousands of miles away.

The man opened the scroll, a scent overflowed, and Lu chased a sneeze, and sprayed the tea straight from his mouth.

The man patted with one hand, shaking the wooden tea tray on the table, and patted Lu Chai's face head on.

Staring at Venus.

...

Even Young Master Mingyu, who is elegant and decent, wanted to curse a **** at this time.

"You should be thankful that you didn't stain this painting." The man gave him a cold glance.

Lu Zhui said, "Oh."

The man returned his eyes to the picture.

It was painted by Wen Liunian himself in his early years and was used as a matchmaker for Lu Er's master. After all, no one knew about the existence of Xiao Lan for a long time. Seeing that he was alone year after year, his family was anxious. It is inevitable.

Lu Xipi smiled and said without a smile: "Almost there." If his eyes cling to his head, he will be blind.