Chapter 450 Another Blackmail Letter

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Hou Shao poured wine while Li Changxiao unwrapped the oil paper to release the delicious aroma.

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Garlic beef, drunken chicken, braised fish, and sugar-fried spareribs.

The four dishes were fragrant. Hou Shao smiled and told Li Changxiao that he had packed these four dishes from the old restaurant.

They should taste good. The two of them drank wine and ate and drank happily in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Hou Shao would talk a lot about the interesting things he had experienced when he was a genius. He said that he had entered a secret realm and was more skilled than his peers.

There were also beautiful women in the sect who threw themselves into his arms and elders were optimistic about him.

Unfortunately, most of the old friends are no longer here. The senior sister who had a relationship with him had turned into a pile of bones when they met again.

The opponents who had fought him before, because they failed to enter the Nascent Soul stage, stayed in the Jindan stage, and died of old age due to insufficient lifespan.

Even he himself has grown old.

I don't know who to talk to about the old things.

As he talked.

Hou Shao wiped his tears and burst into tears.

The righteousness that once flew high has long disappeared. He told Li Changxiao that time is gradually erasing all traces of his existence.

He felt that he was only ten years away from disappearing completely, and no one would remember him anymore.

He didn't know why, but he began to feel scared. Obviously, more than fifty years ago, when he was still strong, he was indifferent to life and death.

But as his body withered, he gradually became sentimental and indecisive, and he was afraid of more and more things.

But the most important thing is the fear of disappearing completely.

But it will disappear eventually. Li Changxiao picked up a piece of beef slices, wrapped with some minced garlic, put it into his mouth, and drank a sip of wine after eating. The taste was naturally very beautiful.

Let Hou Shao talk, Li Changxiao did not comfort him. After eating other people's food, he should just be a tree hole quietly.

Hou Shao rarely loses his temper like this, but when he sees this person who he has only met once, he still can't calm down.

"Forget it."

"Have a drink."

Seeing the moonlight was strong and fish were playing at the bottom of the lake, Hou Shao raised his wine bowl, clinked a glass and drank it in big gulps.

Li Changxiao stretched out his hand, his fingers on the lake, teasing the fish that came to watch the fun.

"Are you afraid of disappearing..." he whispered.

The departure of old friends, watching all the people I knew, one by one gone.

Finally it was my turn, this is indeed a lonely way to die.

Hou Shao was very unfortunate, he was lucky and unlucky.

He broke through to the early stage of Yuanying on the eve of the exhaustion of spiritual energy, and his life span was abundant.

But his lover, brother, and opponent were not so lucky. They were only at the stage of Jindan, and they were destined to die one after another.

If Hou Shao was still young and on the road of reform, he would not be like this. He might continue to advance like Qing Xiao, still young and vigorous.

But the aging of his body made him no longer young, he was powerless to reform, and his old friends left. Naturally, he had this feeling.

Young people will also grow old.

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At midnight, everyone went back to their rooms.

Li Changxiao lay on the bed, the bright moonlight penetrated the window and sprinkled on the ground, and he tapped the edge of the bed with his fingers.

He hesitated for a long time.

He turned over and got out of bed and climbed onto the roof.

He recently developed a new sleeping position, which he called hanging sleep. That is, holding a branch or other suspended object with both hands, hanging from top to bottom.

Then he fell asleep like this.

The roof of this wing room has eaves. Although it is a bit scary, he really wants to try the taste of sleeping hanging on the eaves.

So, he grabbed the eaves with both hands, his feet hanging in the air, and the whole person hung on it, and closed his eyes. He fell asleep.

A breeze blew.

Li Changxiao was like a white ghost, swaying slightly, with an indescribable creepiness.

The next day.

Clear.

A loud shout sounded.

"Ghost? Where is the ghost! I'm going to take him!"

Then, a group of people rushed towards Li Changxiao in a menacing manner.

From a distance, I really saw a white ghost hanging on the corner of the eaves.

This ghost frightened several servants yesterday. They didn't dare to come back to observe until dawn. Who would have thought that the ghost was so tenacious and was still there.

So the servants went to report, and then this scene happened.

Just take a closer look. This is not a ghost at all, it is clearly a sleeping man.

And he is sleeping soundly. If you listen carefully, you can hear a few faint snorings.

Everyone was speechless for a while.

"Who is this? Is there anyone who sleeps like this?"

Everyone was also enlightened, and the head of the Jia family waved his hand to let everyone disperse. Although he did not agree with this sleeping posture, he also knew that this was a diverse world and that tolerance was necessary.

Li Changxiao slept until noon.

The sun was blazing, hitting his face directly. He felt uncomfortable, so he loosened his hands, landed on the ground, and woke up.

He moved his muscles and bones, and heard crackling sounds, and felt comfortable all over.

In fact, after studying the Three Thousand Strategies of the Great Dream of the Dream God, Li Changxiao not only improved his dream, but also turned to the way of sleep and did some research.

He had already divided his sleep into light sleep, moderate sleep, and deep sleep.

He can enter light sleep at any time, medium sleep requires a little brewing, and heavy sleep is a state that he cannot control.

He studied various sleeping positions, in fact, part of the reason was to study sleep. There is actually no necessary connection between sleep and dreams. Many people also dream when they are awake.

However, with the characteristics of Li Changxiao's immortal body, if he could absorb moderate sleep, his combat effectiveness would be even more terrifying.

As for deep sleep, Li Changxiao rarely enters it. It requires a certain amount of opportunity, so he won't force it for the time being.

Noon.

The servants of the Jia family brought food, which was all delicacies from the mountains and seas. You couldn't eat these anywhere else without spending dozens of taels of silver.

And knowing that Li Changxiao loved drinking, he specially sent a jar of mellow wine, which was said to be more than forty years old.

The head of the Jia family did this because he wanted people like Li Changxiao to sincerely help. After all, the future of the family was tied to them.

If you are stingy, it will not be justified.

Late afternoon.

The housekeeper of Jia Mansion went to close the courtyard door. As he was closing the door, he saw a letter slipping from the crack in the door to the ground.

The official picked up the letter, his heart tightened, and he looked around outside the house. Then he quickly closed the door, fastened the latch, and ran towards the lobby quickly.

"Master, there's a letter."

The housekeeper whispered the report into the ear of the householder, and at the same time, he carefully handed the letter to the householder.

The head of the family's pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes filled with both anxiety and excitement.