Chapter 504 Xie Xiaofeng Is Mentally Ill

Xie Xiaofeng pointed his sword at Mr. Qiu Er, and Mr. Mao Da pointed his sword at Xie Xiaofeng.

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

Mr. Qiu Er's temples were covered with cold sweat, 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 Mr. Mao Da behind him didn't speak either.

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

The big boss immediately said, "This is definitely not 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 did have a greater chance of killing Xie Xiaofeng.

But...

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

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

Mr. Qiu Er certainly couldn't expect it, so he didn't even dodge, and was stabbed by a sword, and then screamed and retreated.

But the sword didn't stab deep. Although Mr. Qiu Er screamed and retreated, Tie Kaicheng saw clearly that the tip of the sword only penetrated half an inch into the flesh, and it was not in the meridian acupoints. As long as he recuperated for more than a month, there would be no problem.

Even because Mr. Mao Da stabbed the 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 Da didn't look at him, but stared at Xie Xiaofeng with his back to him, with pain in his eyes.

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

Xie Xiaofeng didn't look back, but his eyes were 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 question seemed normal, but it sounded a little 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 look back, and didn't speak.

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

Xie Xiaofeng finally spoke, "Since you have recognized me, why do you need to look again?"

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

Xie Xiaofeng looked bleak, and finally turned around, and then he couldn't help but be shocked.

Mr. Mao looked like an ordinary white-haired old man, neither energetic nor old. He was not the kind of handsome and elegant old man, but he was not the kind of weird clown.

Why was Xie Xiaofeng surprised?

Mr. Mao smiled strangely, but before he could speak, he heard a "click".

Everyone couldn't help but look back, and then they found that Tie Kaicheng was still eating and drinking, and just picked up a cold peanut, which attracted attention in the quiet lobby.

"After ten years of separation, old friends get together, which is really touching and exciting."

Tie Kaicheng met everyone's gaze, nodded seriously, then swallowed the chewed peanuts, pointed to the seat at the table, "It just so happens that there are dishes and wine here, why don't we sit down and have a few drinks together, talk about the separation and parting, and pour out our hearts?"

Everyone looked at Tie Kaicheng with surprise, as if they couldn't imagine why he had such courage.

Whether it was Mr. Mao or Xie Xiaofeng, they had just fought. As long as you had eyes, you could see that they were both top masters in the world.

And of course, everyone with eyes could see that the relationship between them must be very complicated, like enemies and friends.

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

Sun Xingyu held back his smile, stood up and pulled the table for Xie Xiaofeng and Mr. Mao, poured a glass of wine, bowed slightly, and retreated to Tie Kaicheng's side.

Mr. Mao curled his lips and smiled indifferently, "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, as if holding his breath, and drank the wine on the table, and then looked at Xie Xiaofeng, "Why, after ten years of not seeing each other, you don't even want to drink a glass of wine with me?"

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

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

Xie Xiaofeng's mouth moved, as if he was crying and laughing, as if he wanted to speak, but finally sighed.

Mr. Mao showed a mocking smile 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."

"Are you not surprised?" Mr. Mao asked.

Tie Kaicheng nodded, "Because he is sick, I am not surprised by what he does."

This time it was Mr. Mao's turn to be curious, "He is sick? What disease?"

"Selfish, hypocritical, self-touched, self-tortured, in other words that ordinary people can understand, it is a brain disease." Tie Kaicheng said lightly.

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

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

Tie Kaicheng smiled slightly, "The iconic technique he used to snatch the sword just now, didn't it make his identity clear?"

Xie Xiaofeng's move to snatch the sword with his bare hands just now was the Xie family's unique martial arts "stealing the sky and changing the day to snatch the sword style", which looks simple, but actually has a lot of details.

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

Tie Kaicheng nodded, "He is mentally ill, and seriously ill!"

The big boss was almost dying of curiosity. One was the chief escort of the Red Flag Escort Agency, which was feared in the Central Plains, and the other was the first non-official disciple of the Murong family, which was famous in Jiangnan. Who was Aji, who made them discuss so "seriously"?

Mr. Mao stared at Tie Kaicheng in a daze.

The third young master of the Xie family was famous all over the world. He was young and handsome, and he was suave. Women fell in love with him at first sight, and men bowed down to him at first sight. All those who met him praised him and praised him wholeheartedly.

Xie Xiaofeng was simply the embodiment of perfection. He had never seen anyone say that Xie Xiaofeng was mentally ill!