Dazhi Datong, a...well, it should be two people who claim to know everything. Just pay to give you the information you want, and it can be regarded as a generation of strange people in the world.

But who would have thought that these two people are actually the embodiment of one person, and his real identity is a slut Mr. Sun who often mingles in fireworks and sometimes can't afford to pay for money.

Therefore, even when Lu Xiaofeng knew the other party's true identity, she couldn't help but change her expression and wanted to say something, but it was too late. Because he was a good friend, he died in front of them just now, and died silently, which was heartbreaking.

To be honest, Lu Xiaofeng's friends are all very miserable. They are either destroyed by Lu Xiaofeng during the planning process, and their years of foundation plan are destroyed by one. Or they die in a series of pursuits of the truth and are implicated by him. So if you feel that your fate is not strong enough, don't be friends with Lu Xiaofeng, otherwise it will be miserable.

"Who did it!" Lu Xiaofeng said angrily.

As the world's most intelligent person recognized in the world, how could Lu Xiaofeng not understand that the reason why Mr. Sun was killed was because of the question he just asked. Therefore, strictly speaking, he was also killed by himself!

You should know that although Lu Xiaofeng has friends all over the world, they don’t really have many good friends, and this old man Sun, who has transformed into a great wisdom, happens to be one of them. Many times, even Lu Xiaofeng has to ask him questions. For example, during the Jinpeng Dynasty, the information about the Jinpeng Dynasty was derived from Mr. Sun.

Such a year-old friend was killed for his own reasons, which made Lu Xiaofeng both angry and sad, and made up his mind to bring the murderer to justice, as well as Mr. Sun's spirit in heaven!

So, in this way, the person who Ye Gucheng least wanted to participate was still involved, adding countless variables to Ye Gucheng's plan, making Ye Gucheng, who was not very sure about the plan to steal the sky and change the day, even more uneasy.

However, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. The plan that had been planned for so long was never turned back once it was launched. And to be honest, Ye Gucheng might not want to fight Lu Xiaofeng, but he might not want to fight with Lu Xiaofeng. After all, there are few opportunities to fight against the world's smartest person.

As time passes by, Lu Xiaofeng continues to chase the vague clues given by Ye Gucheng and left unintentionally. To be honest, Ye Gucheng's methods are actually not very clever. They are just half a dozen opponents Lu Xiaofeng encountered before, such as the embroidered thief Jin Jiuling, the iron shoes thief Doctor Song, etc., and may even be slightly inferior in some aspects.

But what Ye Gucheng was going to do was really incredible. No one would have thought that someone would actually change the sky and use the method of changing the prince to exchange the current emperor. Therefore, even Lu Xiaofeng was exhausted and confused by the specious clues given by Ye Gucheng.

Not to mention the secret battle between Lu Xiaofeng and Ye Gucheng, the Divine Sword Villa was in the villa of the capital. The old housekeeper quickly came to complete today's homework and was in front of Xie Feihong, who was sweetly with Gongsun Aunt Gongsun.

"The young owner of the manor, you have found out. It is said that if you want to enter the Forbidden City to watch the battle this time, you must have a unique color-changing ribbon that is said to be tributed by Persia. The right to distribute this ribbon seems to be entrusted by the people of the Da Nei Palace to the world's smartest Lu Xiaofeng," the old butler said, "Young owner, look... should we take action to ask Lu Xiaofeng for one? According to your current status in the world, Lu Xiaofeng should not refuse."

"Is the color-changing ribbon?" Xie Feihong said lightly without looking back: "There is no need. As long as you wait for a day or two, you can spend as much money as you want, and there is no need to give us favors to Lu Xiaofeng."

"As long as you are willing to spend money, you can get it? How is this possible?" the old housekeeper said in disbelief.

The palace explained clearly that the reason why ribbons were used was to limit the number of places to enter the palace. How could they turn aside for mere money? Even if they were not afraid of increasing their workload, the royal family would have to be decent. It was impossible to give money to people to enter the palace.

Xie Feihong did not explain anything about the old butler's doubts, because he did not understand the situation. The emperor today naturally does not want too many people to enter the palace, but others may not think so. So Xie Feihong didn't say nonsense, but just told the old butler to send people to pay attention to the streets, and at the same time stare at the boss Kaitianzhang Bu Ju, the leader of the twenty-six gangs of thieves in Zhenchuanxiang area. Xie Feihong vaguely remembered that the ribbon in his hand was purchased.

The old housekeeper refused to reject the order from his young owner, because he still couldn't believe that the qualification to watch the Battle of the Forbidden City would be related to money. However, since his young owner gave the order, even if the old housekeeper didn't believe it, he would have to do it. Who told him to be a servant? Even if the order from the master was ridiculous, all he could do was persuasion, not disobey.

The next day, the old housekeeper spread the hands of the Divine Sword Villa in the capital early, and focused on the Kaitian Palm. However, all his arrangements were in vain because the seller actually took the initiative to find the owner of the young mansion who went out to relax.

I have been to the capital for several months, and even if Xie Feihong is at home, he will not be bound to the capital's village. It is even more common to go out for a walk occasionally and bring a gift to his wife.

"Amitabha, this must be the owner of Xie from the Divine Sword Villa." In the early morning, when Xie Feihong bought some newly arrived rouge from a familiar rouge shop and was about to give his wife a little surprise. Suddenly, a monk with a bag on his shoulder appeared in front of Xie Feihong, blocking Xie Feihong's way.

"Is there anything wrong with the master?" Xie Feihong said lightly.

"I want to make a relationship with the donor," the monk said with a smile.

"It seems that there is no connection between me and Buddha," Xie Feihong whispered: "What's more, I have a virtuous wife and no children at home, so I'm sorry, Master."

In fact, according to Xie Feihong's previous temper, he had already taken the knife for such a guy who stopped him for no reason and said something inexplicably to him. But how to say it, his wife is about to give birth, and it is really inappropriate to kill people for no reason now.

The monk in white robe was slightly stunned when he heard this, then quickly reacted, folded his hands together, and explained: "The owner misunderstood. The fate I mentioned was to sell something to the owner."

"Oh?" Xie Feihong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this, then looked at the monk. The more he looked at the other party, the more he looked like a vendor who liked to pull people into corners and then sold some aphrodisiacs such as Indian divine oil to the other party. So he couldn't help but speak sarcastically: "It's not good for monks to do business."

"Amitabha, I am also forced by life," the monk in white explained quickly.

"That's true, it's really hard for the master. I'm still selling this when I'm old," Xie Feihong sighed. It's from a temple that is, and it's even worse, so he couldn't help but relax: "But my wife is not convenient recently, and I'm good at this, and I have never used that kind of medicine.

But no matter how you say, meeting is fate. Since the master has found me, I can’t help nothing. Let’s do this, if you don’t feel respectful when you talk, there is only so much I can help you.”

After saying that, Xie Feihong took out a few taels of silver from his arms and handed it to the white-robed monk who looked like he sold Indian divine oil.

The monk who took the money was stunned. He didn't think that Xie Feihong gave him less, but mainly because he didn't understand what Xie Feihong was saying. What does the thing I want to sell have to do with your wife? And... what are your abilities in this regard? Fortunately, the monk knew the truth that if he didn't understand, he asked, so he pronounced the Buddha's name and asked what Xie Feihong had just said.

They are all men, so Xie Feihong doesn’t have any worries. She directly gave a look that men understand, and then she said it a little more clearly. It was Xie Feihong’s explanation that made the white-robed monk angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas soar into the sky!

Who do you think of me? Do you sell aphrodisiacs on the street? It’s simply...it’s simply outrageous!
Chapter completed!