Chapter 871: Mr. Huangfu

Looking at the handsome and cold face on the picture, Luo Xiaofeng immediately remembered a person. A young man in white clothes who was as white as snow and fast swords as flying. Luo Xiaofeng lifted the second piece of paper and was shocked again. The second piece of paper was the dead Ping'er.

Luo Xiaofeng lifted the third piece of paper, and on the third piece of paper was the dead Ding Zhong.

Luo Xiaofeng lifted the fourth piece of paper, and on the fourth piece of paper was the dead little maid.

But when Luo Xiaofeng lifted the fifth piece of paper, his hand suddenly trembled violently. On the fifth piece of paper, a woman was drawn with tears in her face. Luo Xiaofeng's pupils tightened, and his hand holding the scroll of the painting, the blue veins suddenly burst. Luo Xiaofeng knew this woman. The woman in the painting was actually Shen Xiaoman, the daughter of Shen Daxia!

There is a blank space behind the scroll!

Luo Xiaofeng put the scroll in his arms and then walked out silently...

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The night.

The wind suddenly rises and the rain comes.

The night after the storm is silent.

The clouds gradually dissipated, and there was still a moon.

The moonlight shines brightly.

The moonlight is very light, miserable and lonely.

There are still people who are lonely!

The man stood by the river in the wilderness. The moonlight fell on him. The white clothes, white pants, white shoes, white headscarf, and even the sword in his hand seemed to be pale. His face was even whiter, like the snow that had been sealed for a long time on the Wanren Mountain.

Near the river, there is a small forest. There are many flowers beside the forest. They are blooming flowers, but unfortunately there are violent winds and rains tonight.

Flowers are all over the ground, and flowers are all over the ground.

The man in white frowned, and the lines on his forehead were as far and long as the ripples of the river.

The sound of flute suddenly floated from beside the river.

The sound of the flute is beautiful, even more beautiful than the flowers beside the forest.

The sound of the flute was very miserable, even worse than the moonlight on the ground.

Who is he? Why did he come here alone? And he came on this stormy night?

He was still playing the flute, and the sound of the flute was even worse!

The wind at night suddenly tightened. A few weak petals fell into the river with the wind. The water in the river slowly flowed forward, and the weak petals floated heavily on the water surface, and disappeared without a trace in a flash.

The falling flowers are intentionally following the flowing water, and the flowing water is ruthless to send the falling flowers! The flowing water is ruthless, what about the lovely people?

The man in white suddenly closed the flute, and the melodious and sad sound of the flute echoed for a long time in response to the flowing water of the river. The man in white was scented with the shimmering water surface, and his handsome face suddenly became surprisingly cold.

On the path in the woods, there was a woman standing quietly among the fallen flowers!

The woman suddenly walked towards the river. Yueguan secretly shone on the woman's face. The woman's face was covered with a layer of black veil, and she was wearing a very fit pink short-fitting dress.

The man in white glanced at the woman, and suddenly there was a strange expression on his cold face.

The woman was walking towards him carefully.

The man in white glanced at the black veil covered the woman's face and suddenly said, "Are you afraid I will see your face?"

The woman said softly: "If the young master wants to see my face, I can take off the black veil immediately."

The man in white sneered, "No need."

The woman glanced at the long sword on the waist of the man in white and the jade flute in his hand, and suddenly smiled and said, "I only know that Mr. Huangfu is an unparalleled swordsman in the world. Unexpectedly, Mr. Huangfu is also a master who is proficient in music."

A faint smile suddenly flashed across the cold face of the man in white. He stared at the woman's shadow under the moonlight and said coldly: "You made an appointment with me tonight, just to tell me this?"

The woman smiled indifferently and said, "What do you want me to say?"

The man in white pursed his thin lips tightly. He frowned and suddenly said, "Did you say that there is news from Luo Xiaofeng in the letter?"

The woman sighed softly and said softly: "I'm about to tell you why the young master is so anxious?"

The man in white said coldly: "My patience is not as good as you imagined."

The woman burst out laughing: "Young Master Huangfu's man is like a sword on your waist, not showing his sharpness. Why do you have to say that he is impatient?" She looked at the flying clothes of the man in white and slowly continued: "I think the young master is not impatient, but is angry with someone."

The man in white said coldly: "Who am I angry with?"

The woman smiled and said, "Young Master is angry with me!"

A man in white suddenly had a hint of blush on his face. He looked up at the lonely stars in the sky and sneered: "Why am I angry with you?"

The woman chuckled and said, "I'm not you, young master, how could I know?"

The man in white glanced at the woman's hair that was pouring down like a waterfall, closed her mouth tightly, and said nothing.

The woman suddenly walked over gently by the man in white.

The man in white beating wildly.

The woman walked far away, her slender body leaning obliquely against a willow tree by the river.

The man in white suddenly became empty again, and he sighed secretly.

The woman bent down and picked up a pebbles on the ground. She looked at the pebbles in her palm, as if she was admiring the rare treasures.

The man in white looked at the woman quietly.

The woman glanced at the man in white and suddenly threw the pebbles in her hand into the river vigorously.

With a "thump", a string of waves rose up in the river.

The man in white was stunned, and his shiny eyes stared at the woman.

The woman suddenly said, "Do you know where Luo Xiaofeng is now?"

The man in white said, "I only know that half a month ago, he was trapped in the Orphan Peak."

The woman smiled faintly: "That was the past, but now the situation has changed."

The man in white said in surprise: "How is the situation now?"

The woman said: "According to reliable news, there was an accident in the Orphan Peak a few days ago, and Luo Xiaofeng has been rescued."

The man in white flashed his eyes and sneered: "If I was not mistaken, the one who saved Luo Xiaofeng must be Ji Kai."

The woman said, "Young Master only guessed half of it."

The man in white was surprised: "You mean..."

The woman said, "I mean, there is another important role that the young master didn't guess."

The man in white hurriedly asked, "Who?"

The woman said lightly: "The Fourth Young Master Xiao of King Xiao's Mansion!"

The man in white sneered: "Is it the Si Si of Xiao who only knows how to travel around the mountains and rivers?"

The woman seemed to be surprised: "Do you know that Mr. Xiao Si?"

The man in white sneered: "The old prince Xiao of the Xiao mansion has four sons and one daughter! I am not a monster who is not a worldly fireworks, how could I not know them?"

The woman looked at the man in white and smiled faintly.

The man in white frowned and suddenly said, "There is one thing that I can't figure out!"

The woman smiled indifferently and asked, "What's the matter?"

The man in white said, "I heard that Mr. Xiao is traveling around and seldom interacts with people. I have never heard of him having any contact with Luo Xiaofeng. I wonder why he had to rescue him this time?"

The woman said lightly: "This is indeed very strange, but I think it must have something to do with Ji Kai."
Chapter completed!