Chapter Thirty: Dark Moon and Stormy Night

In the Qimeng Tower, which was in the middle of the night, from time to time, a woman's soft voice came from a certain room, adding a different scenery to the night.

In Bai Chen's room, Xiao Xiyu was lying on the bed bored, tossing and turning.

"This Lord Chen is really a weird person. He paid me to sleep here alone, but he went out!"

The girl's tone was a little dull, obviously displeased.

It's rare to meet such a handsome little brother, but the other party's actions are a bit outrageous.

Above the pitch-black night sky, the silver moon was gradually covered by dark clouds, making the world completely dark.

After the hustle and bustle of the day, Yancheng at night presents a darkness and silence.

At this time, a black shadow shuttled over the eaves. The pitch-black figure, like a vulture hiding in the darkness, suddenly descended when it approached the Liu family courtyard, and swept in silently.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is a good time to kill!

...

"What kind of shit luck did that Bai Chen have to invite a spirit master to help him!"

In the room, Liu Qingfeng was like a complaining woman, her words were full of unwillingness and jealousy.

Liu Cheng sat on the edge of the bed in a loose nightgown, drooping his head, his eyes were empty and lifeless: "Even Liu has lost, we have no hope of revenge."

"But I'm not reconciled, Dad!"

In the past few days, every time Liu Qingfeng saw the bowed buttocks of the maid watering the garden, she would feel an inexplicable pain in her lower body.

This kind of pain is more painful than the pain of broken tendons and broken bones!

Seeing his unwillingness, Liu Cheng's already decadent old face showed even more vicissitudes.

"Father is not reconciled, but we can't beat the Bai family."

The current Liu Cheng has already deeply realized how powerful Bai Chen is. Even if he tried his best, he still couldn't take advantage of that young man.

In this world, the law of the weak will always prevail.

"Qingfeng, let's rest early, we will pack up and leave Yancheng tomorrow, and leave this place of right and wrong."

"father……"

How much courage does it take to give up the inheritance left by our ancestors?

Liu Qingfeng couldn't bear it, and didn't want to give up, but so what?

Who made him offend someone he couldn't afford to offend!

"Be obedient, go and rest."

Liu Cheng is now unable to say any more words, his hair has turned gray within half a month, it can be said that he is physically and mentally exhausted.

Seeing his father's grief-stricken appearance, Liu Qingfeng could only retreat with tears in his eyes, burying all the hatred and anger in the deepest part of his heart.

creak -

Pushing the door open, the wind howled, and a little snowflakes were blown in, bringing some biting cold air into the room.

Liu Qingfeng just stood at the door, motionless, letting the wind and snow blow in.

Looking up at the young man's silent back, Liu Cheng's old eyes were moist: "The breeze, keep the green hills here, don't be afraid of being burned out, listen to daddy."

Liu Cheng never thought of giving up this blood feud, but now he has no chance, so he can only temporarily avoid the edge.

Therefore, the moment the news of Liu Yishou's defeat came, he issued the final strategy to the entire Liu family.

Leaving Yancheng...

Liu Qingfeng was still unheard of, her thin body shaking slightly in the wind and snow.

"Breeze..."

Liu Cheng's vision was completely blurred, his only son is now his lifeline.

"Qingfeng...qing...?!"

Suddenly, he felt that something was not right in the atmosphere, and an endless fear quietly grew from the bottom of his heart, which surprised Liu Cheng.

Forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, he hurriedly got off the bed and walked around in front of Liu Qingfeng.

When he saw Liu Qingfeng's face clearly, a chill went straight to the sky, making him back again and again.

At this moment, Liu Qingfeng's eyes were dull, his thin lips were slightly parted, and a faint bloodstain on his neck was clearly visible under the candlelight.

"my son!"

He suddenly let out an angry howl, took two quick steps, quickly pulled out the saber from Liu Qingfeng's waist, and turned around to stab him.

His heart ached, and his movements stiffened in vain.

Looking down at the long sword piercing his heart, and then raising his head in disbelief, seeing that smiling face, Liu Cheng just wanted to use his last remaining strength to scold him, even if it was just a curse.

However, in the end, he couldn't speak out.

Seeing that the old ghost had completely lost its vitality under his sword, Bai Chen released the hilt of the sword in satisfaction.

When weeds are cut, the roots must be removed, so that future troubles can never be avoided.

After closing the door casually, Bai Chen walked through several more spacious rooms one after another, then stepped onto the eaves and walked away.

When we returned to Qimeng Tower, it was almost dawn.

Glancing at Xiao Xiyu who was sleeping soundly on the bed, Bai Chen came to the table, sipped tea, and waited for the morning.

This killing has completely declared the decline of the Liu family.

This is the last thing he did for the Bai family before leaving.

In the early morning, after breakfast, he hired a carriage and was about to leave for the capital, but Xia Daotian decided not to go at this time.

"Old Xia, are you really not going with me?"

"Well, since the fourth lady was injured by Liu Yi's sword energy, she will definitely hurt her muscles and bones. If she doesn't use the recovery pill, she will have a sword wound on her shoulder."

Hearing this, Bai Chen heaved a long sigh, and looked at Xia Daotian with eyes full of gratitude: "Old Xia, thank you for your hard work."

"Hehehe, it's not hard work, but it can restore Miss Fourth to her original state, and it can be regarded as solving your worries."

Xia Daotian has always been very clear about the significance of the Bai family to Bai Chen.

Shaking his head with a faint smile, Bai Chen stepped into the carriage without saying much.

"Let's go."

A faint voice came out, causing the groom to pull the reins, and the carriage drove away into the distance under Xia Daotian's eyes.

For Bai Chen, the month of living in the Bai family was the happiest time in his tens of thousands of years of life.

“It feels so good to be human.”

Looking at the crowd of all kinds through the car window, Bai Chen's eyes were full of smiles.

Yancheng is thousands of miles away from the capital, and he stopped and stopped on the long journey, which allowed him to see many different scenery.

Of course, not all the cities and towns of the Fengyan Dynasty are connected in the same vein.

This has been driving for two days, and I still can't see half a pedestrian on the icy and snowy mountain road.

"Coachman, how long will it take to the next town?" Bai Chen asked lightly.

"If you go back to the young master, you will be able to reach Liunian Village within an hour."

The coachman's tone was full of respect.

The name Baichen was already well-known in Yancheng, so the driver naturally didn't dare to neglect him.

"it is good."

Finally, there is a place to rest, Bai Chen urgently needs to find a teahouse to drink two pots of hot tea.

As a spiritual person, although he has no experience of cold, drinking tea in the depths of winter seems to have become a lingering habit of his body.

Just as he was about to practice cross-legged first, the carriage suddenly shook violently, accompanied by the driver's exclamation and the horse's exclamation, which stunned Bai Chen.

"Master, it's Xue Beng!"

A terrified scream sounded, and Bai Chen could clearly feel that the person outside the curtain had jumped off the carriage.

boom!

The carriage exploded in an instant, Bai Chen leaped high, and finally saw clearly the turbulent skis and endless thick fog rolling in from the mountain.