Chapter 841: Snow sweeping between brows

Chapter 842 Snow Sweeping Between Eyebrows

"Who are you?" Ye Yehu said with a pale face, tremblingly.

"Who is called Leaf Fox?" a bodyguard said.

Ye Zihu looked at each other, hesitated, and said, "I am."

"Our young master wants you for something, so come with us."

"Who are you guys? You came to me to make trouble, do you know who my brother-in-law is, Jinjiang Junior King, champion of the Budo League!" Ye Zihu said Li Neili.

"I'm here to find him, trouble you to lead the way," the comic-like man said, but his voice was extremely clean and clear.

After all, the two bodyguards directly set up the leaf fox and took out of the box.

Ye Zihu hadn't figured it out yet, but was thrown into a Rolls-Royce Phantom and sat in the back row with the long-haired man.

"Who are you?" Ye Zihu saw that the other party was carrying so many people and driving a top luxury car. He couldn't help but feel a little weaker. Those who can have this kind of style are probably the young and old of a big family. .

"Aisin Jueluo July." The long-haired man said lightly.

Ye Zihu was full of shock. He is no longer learning and skillless, but as a native of Lan, he also knows what Aixinjueluo represents. This is a person from the ancient royal family. Even now, he is also a member of many big families and enterprises. Manipulator behind.

"Where is your brother-in-law?" July asked.

"Now...should I drink the bar in the villa?" Ye Zihu said nervously.

Julie frowned, pursing her lips and teasing him, "Shadow Kill, the number one on the Qingyun list, has lost his fighting spirit for a woman, it's sad."

Soon, we arrived at the villa.

Zhuo Bufan stood on the shore of the lake, holding a jug of wine in his hand. During this time, he stood here every day. One stop was a day. Because of the depression of drinking, green stubble grew on his chin, which looked very decadent.

"Mr. Zhuo, my master really wants to meet you." A woman stood beside him, frowning and said.

"No time." Zhuo Bufan said faintly, looking at the lake.

This woman is Lu Xing who came from Hong Kong Island, but she did not expect that in Sang Country, high-spirited, like a **** of war, crossed Liu Shengzong Zhai, fought against the shadow kill of Sang Country's martial arts unit, will become what she is now for the woman. The appearance is really embarrassing.

Lu Xing frowned Liu Ye's eyebrows and wanted to say something, but he heard footsteps behind him.

"Brother-in-law, someone is looking for you, he forced me, so I brought him here." Ye Zihu said quickly.

"The son of July." Lu Xing was taken aback when he saw the long-haired man, his eyes widened, and then he cried respectfully.

"Lu Xing, you are here too, your master asked you to come, right?" July looked at her and said lightly.

Lu Xing frowned, pursing his thin lips, and did not answer his question.

July brought a group of people to Zhuo Bufan's back and looked at Zhuo Bufan's bleak back. He didn't look like a young man at all, but rather like a middle-aged man who had been trapped for a long time and desolate.

"Are you the Shadow Killer?" July stopped and said lightly.

Zhuo Bufan raised his head, drank his wine, and didn't turn his head back, "If you want to challenge me, you have already won."

Hearing Zhuo Bufan’s words, July squeezed his fists, her dark and slender eyes flashed with cold light, "Shadow Kill, you disappoint me too much. I originally thought that among the young people, only you could Let me look at it differently, now, you disappoint me so much..."

As he said, July paused, and then a ball of brilliant light burst into his eyes, and his voice suddenly rose: "Now, you are no longer worthy of being my opponent."

"Being so depressed for the sake of a woman, I am not qualified to stand on the road of kings."

"From then on, there will be no shadow kills in the martial arts world." Zhuo Bufan said lightly, his face without sadness or joy.

July squeezed his fist and shook his head, "You really don't deserve to be my opponent anymore. I'm very disappointed."

After saying that, July turned around and walked towards the car. He stopped for a while, "If one day you can wake up, I will come to you again."

When Lu Xing saw Zhuo Bufan's so decadent appearance, he also sighed and turned to leave.

On the surface of the lake, the breeze passed, and the lake water rippled.

The martial arts world was in an uproar, and July went to find Shadow Killer, but the two did not fight. Shadow Killer's wife seemed to have left, and Shadow Killer became a depressed person, which was infinitely embarrassing.

And July is even saying that Shadow Kill cannot be his opponent, and the martial arts forum erased the name of Shadow Kill on the Qingyun List within the first time. If a warrior is depressed and loses the will to fight and win, then it is Not qualified to stand on the king's list.

Many people expressed regret at the same time, and those who saw Zhuo Bufan were not pleasing to the eye, they almost set off firecrackers to celebrate.

"I think that Shadow Killer is simply afraid of Young Master July, so I don't dare to fight it at all. I think it is a joke to defeat the sword master of the Sword League." Young Master Wei jumped out and said.

"Go!" Yueluohua only replied one word.

Turn off the computer, Long Geyue in the dormitory has red eyes, closed her eyes, and bit her crystal lips hard, "Zhuo Bufan, you must cheer up."

A month.

Two months.

Three months.

In winter, Ye Ziqin still didn't come back. Zhuo Bufan still stands by the lakeshore every day.

Only this morning, white mist rose on the lake, snowflakes fell in the sky, and Zhuo Bufan's eyebrows were covered with snowflakes, as if they had become two white eyebrows.

"My son, I want to go out for a while." Shi Jian suddenly walked behind him, packing his bags behind him.

Zhuo Bufan finally got moved, "Where are you going?"

Shijian has been with him for three years. From an ordinary little girl to a master-level warrior, it is not a bad thing if you go out and practice properly. After all, you want to break through a higher realm and rely on more than just merit. Fa, medicine, and the way of martial arts that you cultivated yourself.

"Last time I met sister Yu Ziruo, she let me go to Ermei to find her free." Shi Jian said with red eyes.

"Go." Zhuo Bufan spit out two words.

Shijian stood behind Zhuo Bufan, bowed deeply, carrying a long sword, carrying a suitcase, and stepping on the snow with a creaking sound, "Master, I hope you can cheer up one day."

Zhuo Bufan stood up long, and the snow had fallen for a whole day.

In the evening, Zhuo Bufan's somewhat gloomy eyes had a little more light, and a move between his eyebrows swept away the white snow that had accumulated between his eyebrows.

He is only one step away from the late stage of foundation building, but he has already planted a demon in his heart, and the demon is there, so there is no way to break through.

"Should I also leave? It's not okay to sit and wait for death like this." Zhuo Bufan muttered to himself, and then finally took his steps, stepping on the water step by step, spreading waves of ripples, and gradually walking towards the misty mist. In the lake.

If anyone sees it now, they will find that every step Zhuo Bufan takes, he becomes a bit old, and finally turns into a middle-aged man and disappears on the lake.

February of the same year.

In a small town by the sea, it is less than a few miles away from the coast, but the winter is very rough, there are few people who come to travel, and the business of nearby businesses is also very poor.

"Brother, it's strange that you don't sell this stuff. By the way, my daughter-in-law made something delicious for lunch. Let's eat at my house."

In a tourist souvenir shop, a simple middle-aged man said with a smile.