Luo Bai's action was naturally discovered by a middle-aged man.

However, in the middle-aged man's imagination, Luo Bai should have retreated at this time.

In fact, Luo Bai was walking forward and could hold the tip of the long sword with just reaching out.

Swords are always swords, and if you catch them with your hands, it will easily cause bleeding.

Luo Bai stretched out his hand and held the long sword straight. After a moment, blood flowed out of the palm of his hand.

The palms were bleeding, and Luo Bai had no feelings.

I just kept holding the sword.

The middle-aged man didn't care at all, and everyone was timid, let alone the sword with sword. If he faced it, he would definitely be killed by sword.

The middle-aged man is still very confident about this.

But unfortunately, this time the middle-aged man met Luo Bai, who had no unique idea of ​​anything.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man frowned, not knowing

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What happened? Suddenly there was a smell on the tip of the nose, a bloody smell.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man turned his head suddenly.

When he turned his head, he found that Luo Bai reached out and held the sword with his hand. The palm of his hand was covered with blood, and he didn't care if it dripped to the ground.

Then, the middle-aged man turned his body completely, leaning back against the windowsill, and there was a distance between him and the sword.

Middle-aged men never thought of seeing the current situation, which is an impact for middle-aged men.

"you!"

The middle-aged man looked at Luo Bai, then looked at Luo Bai's palm and the sword surrounding the long sword, and he didn't know what to think for a moment.

In fact, if you can do such a thing, you will probably be prepared for other things.

So, Luo Bai just simply disdains this?

"Don't want your hands anymore? The sword is attached to the sword."

However, the middle-aged man still couldn't stand it. He felt that Luo Bai's actions were too risky and he didn't care about his safety at all.

Such a person is, really?

The middle-aged man didn't know what to say, and in his identity, it was very strange what he said to Luo Bai.

The middle-aged man looked at Luo Bai again, then raised his fingertips slightly, and the Yuanli and sword aggregates on the long sword disappeared.

Only the lonely sword is left. If there is no power to support it, the sword will soon dissipate.

"Young Master Luo, you are not here to hurt yourself, are you?"

Perhaps because of Luo Bai's attitude, the middle-aged man did not dare to make other moves. He took a deep breath and was just straight to the point.

Sword King?

The identity given to him by others is actually just the guardian of the palace.

Of course, he admitted that he taught Jiang Xuanye.

But, it is precisely because of this that he discovered that one thing he still needs to be alone. If there are one person around him, it is difficult to stick to the boredom in his heart and his own ideas.

He later discovered a big problem with Jiang Xuanye's teachings, but it was already very difficult to correct them, so he could only continue like this.

"Have you reached an agreement with the Bai family in Nanzhou?"

If middle-aged men are straightforward, Luo Bai is also very straightforward.

However, this statement made the middle-aged man's eyebrows pound. This question really made him feel like he was stuck in his throat, and he didn't know whether he should answer it.

The middle-aged man knew very well about the words "Bai Family in Nanzhou". As for the agreement, he could only say that by chance, what Jiang Xuanye was looking forward to was too grand. If he was not careful, it would evolve into the current one.

Look.

Such a quiet person still has unspeakable ambitions?

Thinking of Jiang Xuanye with a faint expression in Wanbao Pavilion, it was difficult to integrate such a person with the person mentioned by a middle-aged man. It was obvious that something was wrong.

"We have nothing to say about this."

The middle-aged man looked over Luo Bai's side and looked away, as if he had made a certain decision.

"real?"

In fact, Luo Bai still wants to hear the explanation.

However, if a middle-aged man answers this way, some things are really difficult to operate.

Doesn’t the negative response mean the authenticity of this matter?

"You have seen the situation in Jiandu now. Have you ever regretted it?"

Luo Bai asked the middle-aged man, then watched the sword in front of him disappear.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Bai stretched out his hand and landed it in front of him.

Open your palms, and there is a flowing blood in the gap between your fingers, and there is also a trace in your palm.

The trace was a light pink color, and there was no flesh that was exposed.

Luo Bai's body recovered too quickly, and there were some scars. If it were later, he would really not see anything.

Looking at his palm, Luo Bai was a little stunned. This was the first time he wanted to see his blood.

What kind of person are you?

Sometimes the questions in the heart would come out to question Luo Bai.

However, that's just the center of a world.

"What will the smell of blood be like the fragrance of wine continue to survive?"

Luo Bai couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"That's really a rotten world."

The middle-aged man laughed and said such words.

It’s not that I said this on purpose. It’s just that if blood is not preserved through special vessels or special methods, it will eventually become a rotten thing in the mouth of middle-aged men.

That feeling is very exciting and most people can't bear it.

It is very strange that Luo Bai would have such an idea.

Is a person's feelings really that important thing?
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