Chapter 164: A Hundred Miles of Falling Flowers Are Like Snow, but Not as Beautiful as Your Smile

The old man's face was ashen. He never expected that the small ant-like country of Beiwu would produce a peerless genius like Lin Che.

The next moment, the sword in Lin Che's hand flashed, and the entire Jiang Mansion was filled with moonlight like daylight!

"What should we do next?" Jiang Yufeng looked at the corpses on the ground, and now he and Luo Jia were fighting to the death.

"As always, it's time to practice and practice, and it's time to practice sword practice." Lin Che said calmly.

The people of Luojia were killed in Jiang Mansion, so they did not violate the laws of Fenglai Kingdom, but their crime killed Luojia.

But whether it was Luo Zifeng's behavior back then or the fact that he was working for Xiang Xing's subordinates now, he was already the person Lin Che wanted to kill!

Luojia, in a magnificent hall, Luo Zifeng was pouring tea for a man.

As the dignified Right Chancellor of Feng Lai Kingdom and a powerful person at the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm, it is extremely rare to be able to pour tea for others in person.

Especially at this time, Luo Zifeng still had a hint of respect on his face, and the man sitting opposite him was young and looked to be in his thirties.

This person has a gentle and elegant temperament which is rare. He raises his hands and feet with a smile.

"This plan is what Mr. Xiangxing is most concerned about. If you and the Luo family cooperate well, Feng Lai will be named Luo in the future. The Tianxuan realm you dream of will be within your reach." The man drank tea elegantly and said lightly. .

"Lord Nanyin, don't worry. On Mid-Autumn Festival night, I, Luojia, will do our best to cooperate with your plan!" Luo Zifeng said quickly.

Tianzhu is the top evil force in the entire continent, with countless natural resources and treasures. Nanyin's promise to break through the bottleneck of ascending to the Immortal Realm is by no means empty words.

At this time, an old man hurriedly broke into the conversation between the two of them, with a displeased look on his face, obviously blaming him for disturbing his important event.

The old man looked helpless, then bowed and whispered softly into Luo Zifeng's ear.

"What! Chang Ming him?" Luo Zifeng instantly crushed the gold-inlaid pear wood handle, his eyes filled with rage.

The old man nodded helplessly, then bowed and left.

"Has Master Luo encountered any trouble?" Nanyin put down the tea cup and said calmly.

"Lin Che killed my son Changming!" Luo Zifeng said in pain, his eyes seeming to burst out with fire.

Nanyin frowned slightly, "It will be August 15th in a few days, and I don't want the Luo family to start a big war before then."

Luo Zifeng suppressed the flames of anger in his heart. How could he endure the hatred of killing his son? But he knew very well that the power of the Yiluo family could not disobey the man in front of him and the person behind him.

"Lord Nanyin, can you hand over Lin Che to me when this is done?" Luo Zifeng asked tentatively, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.

Nan Yin shook his head, "Others can do it, but Lin Che can't. Master Xiangxing will torture him in front of his "new toy"."

Hearing this, Luo Zifeng remained silent. Naturally, he did not dare to disobey the meaning of the death penalty.

Nanyin's elegant face smiled slightly, "But I can use the mirror crystal to show you that he is worse than dead.". . .

The fallen flowers are like a dream for hundreds of miles, and the autumn light is like this in a blink of an eye.

Perhaps it is the Mid-Autumn Festival that is approaching, and thousands of households in Luohua City have begun to decorate with lanterns.

Lin Che looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers all over the city, the autumn thoughts in her eyes were as colorful as the moon.

"Is there any movement at Luojia?" Lin Che said calmly while sitting on the roof, holding a wine bottle.

"There is no movement at all, and there are even fewer people going out in the mansion." Lianyou shook her head.

"Don't take it lightly. With the strength of the Luo family, it's impossible for me to let me kill Luo Changming in vain. They must be planning something secretly to be so calm." Lin Che pondered.

"Don't worry, young master, any trouble they encounter will not escape Lianyou's eyes."

Lin Che nodded. Now that Lianyou had entered the realm of becoming an emperor, she could easily keep an eye on him as a "thief saint".

Moreover, Lianyou has also set up special secret magic spiritual formations around the Jiang Mansion. Once a strong person passes by, she will sense it.

Lin Che admired this "Thief Saint"'s endless tricks from the bottom of her heart.

"Master, are you drinking alone?" Lianyou asked with a smile when she saw that Lin Che seemed a little lonely.

"No, it's not the festival. We should take advantage of the occasion." Lin Che shook the wine bottle in her hand and smiled slightly.

"The girl hidden in your eyes is so enviable. Someone misses her so much."

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't miss anyone." Lin Che frowned. She didn't even miss herself, so why did she miss her?

"Go and stay with Xiao Wan'er. I won't see you for a few days, but she misses you very much."

Lianyou nodded and suddenly smiled, "Master, stop drinking and be happy." Then her figure disappeared on the roof.

Lin Che shook her head with a wry smile, and the sound of shouting and shouting could be heard endlessly in the courtyard.

Mu Shining stepped on the wine jar with one foot, and held a jar in his hand and drank like a whale swallowing the sea.

Wei Hu across from me was shirtless, with a cheerful smile on his face, "Hurry up, hurry up, you won't catch up with me until you finish drinking this jar."

After Lin Che killed Luo Changming, he sent a summons to Wei Hu. Having such a big boss in charge was one of the reasons why he was not afraid of Luo Zifeng.

Jiang Yufeng, whose round face was already flushed, said, "You two are really good at drinking. I, Handsome Feng, am ashamed of myself. I rely on my appearance."

"What a shame, come and tell me a story." Wei Hu said carelessly.

"Stories? What I'm telling are all about the changing situation of Jiuxiao Continent!" Shuai Feng climbed onto the table, "As the saying goes, success and failure for thousands of years gather into dust, and the world will not talk about husbands! Back then..."

Lin Che looked at the happy crowd, and a knowing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If Nie Qianling was there, the atmosphere would be more perfect. After all, she was a charming but generous woman in her bones. It's a pity that she has become a formal disciple of Cangyun Sect now. She told Lin Che before that she would not come back until Mid-Autumn Festival.

Although Lin Che was keeping watch for Jiang Mansion at this time, he had to say that the scenery on the roof was excellent.

He sat on the highest roof, looking around, the whole city was full of osmanthus and floating jade, and the night was cool.

The lights of thousands of houses were clustered among the fallen flowers in the city, and a wisp of longing was hidden in Lin Che's eyes full of drunkenness.

"Whose boat is this night, where is the moonlit tower of lovesickness?"

Lin Che muttered to himself, and another mouthful of muddy wine went into his intestines.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance floated in the air, and Lin Che sobered up instantly. That familiar faint fragrance had already flowed through his heart countless times.

His heart trembled, and he turned his head tremblingly.

A girl in white clothes as white as snow sat beside him without knowing when, the moonlight reflected on her cheeks, and the bright stars were hidden in her eyes.

The whole city was covered with osmanthus flowers as white as snow, but they were not as beautiful as her smile.

"Who are you missing?"