HCB Chapter 450 Walking in the Rain!
Chapter 450 Walking in the Rain!
The masked old man spoke in a very serious manner... He looked very serious, which made Qiao Feng confused.
No, sir, why do I feel like you are very experienced...
Just when Qiao Feng wanted to say something, the masked old man used his lightness skills and leaped away in a few leaps.
"Boy, I'll wait for you in Shaolin!"
A faint voice came from afar...
Zhao Dongchuan noticed that the masked old man glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally when he left, with an inexplicable meaning.
"Brother, what that person said seems to make some sense... What if Murong Bo not only survived the fall off the cliff, but also had an adventure? That would be a trap..."
Qiao Feng: "..."
Ok!
Without any surprise, a moment later Murong Bo was slapped to death by Qiao Feng with one palm. His head shattered like a watermelon, he was deader than dead!
Qiao Feng has finally gotten his revenge...
Originally, Zhao Dongchuan wanted to use the "Northern Divine Art" to absorb some internal energy and make use of it...
However, under the watchful eyes of the public, he finally restrained himself a lot.
……
Outside Yanmen Pass, Qiao Feng stared blankly at the huge stone engraved with Khitan characters, his heart was churning and his mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts.
"Brother, where are you planning to go next?"
Zhao Dongchuan looked at the dazed Qiao Feng and asked in a low voice.
Qiao Feng was silent for a while.
"I plan to go to Shaolin. The deaths of my adoptive parents and my master have not been fully investigated... and that masked old man is also going to Shaolin. He has many secrets and seems to be very familiar with me..."
Qiao Feng said this with a worried look on his face. An incredible thought suddenly surged up in his mind and he couldn't suppress it no matter what he did.
Some things cannot stand scrutiny... There are not so many coincidences in the world... A masked old man intercepted and attacked Deng Baichuan and others, and now another masked old man appeared from the bottom of the cliff outside Yanmen Pass. The attitude between his words towards him and Murong Bo...
Especially when he said he wanted to kill Murong Bo up there and not let him fall off the cliff alive... these words... are thought-provoking!
He used a powerful palm technique again!
Putting these points together... then...
Qiao Feng's brows were tightly furrowed and his head was a mess.
"Brother, if you go to Shaolin, I won't go with you. I have something to do..."
"If you need to find me for something, you can ask the Beggars' Sect disciples to pass the message to me..."
Zhao Dongchuan laughed and said softly.
Qiao Feng nodded woodenly.
“Third brother, go ahead. If there is anything that the Beggars’ Sect can do for you, don’t hesitate. Although you are the best martial artist of the time, some things cannot be solved simply by fighting. You can also use the elder token of the Beggars’ Sect…”
"Haha...don't worry, I won't be polite!"
……
The water is bright and beautiful when the weather is fine, and the mountains are misty and strange when it rains. If I were to compare the West Lake to Xi Shi, she would look beautiful with light or heavy makeup.
The drizzle made the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River even more beautiful. At this time, a horse-drawn carriage was driving slowly on the official road.
The strange thing was that there was no one shouting and giving orders at the head of the carriage. The owner just let the horses go on their own.
Suddenly, a pair of white jade hands reached out, lifted the curtain, revealed half of the head and looked out, then quickly retracted.
"Sir, we seem to be almost in Wuxi..."
The woman's clear voice rang out in the carriage.
“It’s finally here…”
Zhao Dongchuan smiled slightly and handed the teacup in his hand to A-Bi.
"Come, have a cup of hot tea!"
"Thank you, sir!"
Abi smiled faintly.
Then Zhao Dongchuan poured another glass for Ah Zhu.
"Thank you, sir!"
Ah Zhu also thanked him.
"Brother-in-law...Brother-in-law...this roast duck is so delicious..."
Ah Zi was sitting next to Ah Zhu, holding a golden and crispy roast duck in her hand and eating it happily, with oil dripping from her mouth!
Zhao Dongchuan shook his head helplessly upon seeing this. He didn't know when A Zi's painting style had completely changed!
From a fierce and vicious gangster to a foodie!
All along the way, I was asking Zhao Dongchuan for "snacks" to eat...
She didn't want the ones bought from other places, she only wanted the ones prepared by Zhao Dongchuan.
Ever since she had eaten the roast duck Zhao Dongchuan prepared at Juxianzhuang last time, A Zi had completely fallen in love with it.
She is really good at picking, because that is what Zhao Dongchuan prepared in his ordinary world.
"This is the last one... There won't be any more to eat later..."
Zhao Dongchuan deliberately touched the empty bag in front of A Zi and said.
Ah Zi nodded, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, and no one knew what she was thinking.
Since saying goodbye to Qiao Feng at Yanmen Pass, Zhao Dongchuan took the three women and headed towards Wuxi.
Firstly, he wanted to see what was going on in Yanziwu, and secondly, Zhao Dongchuan also wanted to visit Murong's family and help them clean up the "legacy".
He had dug out a lot of secrets from Murong Bo along the way, so he didn't want to let others get away with it.
Deng Baichuan, who was originally planned to be used as a guide, lost his value and was thrown directly to Qiao Feng... to be dealt with by the Beggars' Sect.
They drove the carriage, stopping and starting all the way, feeling very uncomfortable. However, due to the presence of A Zi, a light bulb, Zhao Dongchuan, who wanted to try "sexual intercourse in the car", felt a little restrained.
Zhao Dongchuan deeply regrets this!
"I said, you plan to follow us all the way?"
"No one from your sect is looking for you?"
A smile appeared on Zhao Dongchuan's lips, and he looked at A Zi jokingly.
"No…"
Ah Zi remained calm and looked at Zhao Dongchuan with her eyes open, not knowing what was going on.
"Haha, no? It's best if you don't... just don't cause me any trouble then!"
"I am most afraid of trouble!"
Zhao Dongchuan nodded, smiled slightly, picked up the teapot and refilled himself a cup.