Chapter 12 Twelfth Rakshasa leader

The silver light flickered, blinding Lu Xiaofeng's eyes.The weird moves almost completely blocked his shots. The room was not spacious at all, and he had almost no escape route. There is no one who is always invincible in this world. Lu Xiaofeng is also human.Is he going to lose here today? With his hands behind his back, Lone Song stood far away in the corner, looked at him coldly, and suddenly asked: "Do you think he is certain to be defeated?" Dry Bamboo pondered: "What do you think?" Lone Pine said: "I think he will be defeated!" Dry Zhu sighed, and said: "Unexpectedly, there will be a day when Lu Xiaofeng will be defeated."

Gu Song said: "I'm not talking about Lu Xiaofeng." Kuzhu was very surprised and said, "No?" Gu Song said: "Fang Yufei must be defeated." Dry Zhu said: "But now he seems to have gained the upper hand." Lone Song said: "Taking the upper hand first is just a waste of strength. When experts compete, the key to victory lies in the last blow." Dry Zhu said: "But now Lu Xiaofeng seems to be unable to make a move." Lone Song said: "It's not that he can't, it's that he doesn't want to." Dry bamboo said: "Why?"

Lone Pine said: "He is waiting." Dry Bamboo said: "Wait for the best opportunity and make the last blow?" Gu Song said: "Talk too much and you will lose. Those who gain the upper hand and seize the offensive will surely make mistakes sooner or later!" Dry Bamboo said: "At that time is Lu Xiaofeng's chance to make a move?" Lone Pine said: "Not bad." Dry Bamboo said: "Even if there is such an opportunity, it will definitely pass by like a fleeting moment." Lone Pine said: "Of course." Dry bamboo said: "Do you think he won't miss it?"

Lone Song said: "I'm sure that as long as he makes a move, he will hit it with one blow." Han Mei had been listening quietly, with a mocking smile in her eyes, she suddenly sneered and said, "It's a pity that everyone makes mistakes sometimes." Just when he started to say these words, Fang Yufei had already forced Lu Xiaofeng into their corner. Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly drew his sword. No one can describe the speed at which he draws the sword, no one can clearly see the movement of his drawing the sword, only the flash of the sword light!

The lightning-like sword light pierced Lu Xiaofeng's back. This is the real fatal blow! Lu Xiaofeng's way out in front of him was already forced to death, maybe he never even dreamed that the real fatal blow came from behind him! How can he dodge? he can! Because he is Lu Xiaofeng. In the blink of a finger, it has been sixty moments, and the key to his life and death is only a moment. At this moment, he suddenly twisted his body, and his whole body seemed to shrink suddenly. The tip of the sword is like a flying arrow, out of control. The sword light pierced through his clothes, but not his back. Instead, the arrow-like sword light pierced towards Fang Yufei who was coming towards him.

Fang Yufei slapped his hands and clamped Jianfeng. He had nowhere to dodge, and could only resort to this ultimate life-saving and self-defense stunt. It's a pity that he forgot that his opponent was not Han Mei, but Lu Xiaofeng. Lu Xiaofeng was beside him. Almost at the same instant, Lu Xiaofeng made a move. No one can describe the speed of this blow, and no one can see his shot clearly. But everyone could see that there was a bloody hole between Fang Yufei's eyebrows. Everyone could see clearly because the blood had started to trickle from between his brows. His whole body was frozen and stiff, but he didn't fall because he still had a sword on his chest.

Samuume's sword! What is really fatal is not Lu Xiaofeng's wonderful finger, but this sword. When Lu Xiaofeng's finger pointed between his eyebrows, his hands that had just clamped Jianfeng loosened. The castration of the sword has not stopped, and a sword has pierced the chest. Han Mei's people also seemed to have become cold and stiff—everyone made a miscalculation, and this time it was him who miscalculated. The result of this incident was far beyond his expectations. Lu Xiaofeng looked at the hole between Fang Yufei's eyebrows, and said slowly: "I said I would give it to you, and I must give it away."

Fang Yufei looked at him blankly, his eagle-like eyes gradually turned hollow and gray, but a mocking smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, struggling to say: "I have always envied you." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Oh?" Fang Yufei said: "Because you have four eyebrows." He gasped and struggled to continue: "But now you are no longer comparable to me, because I have two assholes, which I guarantee you will never be able to match." Lu Xiaofeng didn't speak, and couldn't speak. Fang Yufei looked at him, laughed suddenly, laughed and stepped back, the sword came out of his chest, blood spattered.

His laughter stopped immediately.When he stopped breathing, the tip of the sword in Han Mei's hand was still dripping with blood. Han Mei's face was pale. The blood dripping from the tip of his sword seemed to belong not only to Fang Yufei, but also to himself. He didn't dare to raise his head, didn't dare to face the dead bamboo and the lone pine, but they kept staring at him. Lone Pine sighed suddenly, and said: "You are right, everyone has misreading, but I misread you." Dry Zhu also sighed, saying: "How could you be in such a mess with this person, how could you do such a thing?"

Han Mei suddenly shouted: "Because I don't want to be angry with you all my life!" Dry bamboo said: "Are you willing to be angry with Fang Yufei?" Hanmei sneered and said, "If this happens, I will be the leader of the Rakshasa Sect. Fang Yufei will be in charge of the pass, and I will take charge of the outside. Rakshasa Sect and Heihutang will join forces, and they will be invincible in the world." Dry bamboo said: "Have you forgotten your age? We have lived in seclusion in Kunlun for 20 years, haven't you lost your desire for profit?" Han Mei said: "It's because I'm old, and because I've lived a boring life for decades, that's why I want to do something spectacular while I'm still alive."

Lone Song said coldly: "It's a pity that your business didn't work out." Han Mei sneered and said, "Whether it's success or failure, I won't be angry with you any more." Dead people never take offense. night. The dark alley, the misty cold fog. Lu Xiaofeng walked out slowly, lonely pine and dry bamboo slowly followed behind him, and the few stars were falling. Their moods are even lower—success sometimes doesn't bring real joy. But at least success is better than failure. Walking out of the long alley, it was still dark outside. Lone Pine suddenly asked: "You have already calculated that there will be a sword behind you?" Lu Xiaofeng nodded. Gu Song said: "You have already seen that he has colluded with Fang Yufei?" Lu Xiaofeng nodded again, and said, "Because they all did one thing wrong." Lone Pine said: "You say." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Hanmei shouldn't have forced me to fight Zhao Junwu that day, he seemed to be deliberately creating opportunities for Fang Yufei." Lone Song said: "Hmph." Lu Xiaofeng said: "When a person's secret has been revealed and he is at the end of his rope, he shouldn't have the confidence that Fang Yufei had just now, unless he has other plans." Lone Song said: "So you deliberately put yourself to death first, and lured his back out?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Everyone should have self-confidence, but too much self-confidence is not a good thing." Lone Pine said: "It's because they think you must die, that's why you didn't die." Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said: "The time when a person is closest to success is often the time when he is most satisfied." Lone Song said: "Because he thinks that success is within easy reach, he will relax his vigilance and become arrogant." Lu Xiaofeng said: "So there are not many people in this world who can truly succeed." Lone Pine was silent, and after a long time, he suddenly asked again: "I still have one thing I can't figure out." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Tell me." Lone Song said: "Have you never seen the real Rakshasa card?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "No." Lone Pine said: "But you can tell the truth from the fake at a glance." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Because it's Boss Zhu's handiwork, Boss Zhu is my friend, I know his faults." Lone Pine said: "What's wrong?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "When he imitates a fake, he always likes to leave a little trace on purpose, so that others can find it on purpose." Lone Pine said: "What kind of trace?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "For example, if he imitates Han Gan's horse, he will often deliberately draw a small caterpillar between the horse's mane." Lone Song said: "When he imitated the Rakshasa cards, what kind of traces did he leave behind?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "The reverse side of the Rakshasa card is carved with images of gods and demons, and one of them is a goddess who scattered flowers." Lone Pine said: "Not bad." Lu Xiaofeng said: "I can recognize the face of the Flower Scattering Goddess on the fake at a glance." Lone Pine said: "Why?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Because that's the face of the proprietress." Lone Song said: "Madam Boss?" Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "Of course the boss's wife is the wife of Big Boss Zhu." Lone Song's face was livid, and he said coldly: "So of course you have also seen that the Rakshasa card that Fang Yuxiang took out from Lan Huzi is also fake?" Lu Xiaofeng sighed; said: "I didn't want to look at it, but I couldn't help but take a look, so..." Lone Pine said: "So what?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "So now I'm going to be unlucky soon." Lone Pine said: "What's the bad luck?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "It's bad luck for Hanmei." Lone Song's face sank. Lu Xiaofeng said: "Hanmei did that because she refused to obey her old age and was unwilling to be lonely, how about you?" Lone Pine kept his mouth shut, refusing to answer. Lu Xiaofeng said: "If you are really the kind of indifferent and self-satisfied hermits, why would you join the Rakshasa Sect? If you really don't want to be the leader of the Rakshasa Sect, why would you kill Yu Tianbao?" Withered Zhu's expression also changed, and he said sharply, "What are you talking about?" Lu Xiaofeng said lightly: "I'm just talking about a very simple truth." Dry Bamboo said: "What reason?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "If you are really loyal to Rakshasa, why didn't you kill me to avenge your leader's son?" He smiled, and answered the question himself: "Because you also know that Yu Tianbao didn't die at my hands, and I haven't even seen his people, so of course you know who killed him. " Kuzhu said coldly: "If you are really a smart person, you shouldn't have said these words." Lu Xiaofeng said: "I say these words only because I know a simpler truth." Dry Bamboo asked again: "What reason?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Whether I say these things or not, I'm going to be in bad luck anyway." Dry bamboo said: "Why?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Because I have seen the Rakshasa card, because I am the only person in the world who knows that the Rakshasa card is fake, if you want to use this Rakshasa card to exchange for the throne of the leader of the Raksha Sect, you have to kill it." I silence." He sighed, and continued: "There is no one around now, and it happens to be a good opportunity for you to strike. The Pine and Bamboo Excalibur, two swords combined, of course I am not your opponent." Gu Song looked at him coldly, and suddenly said: "You gave Fang Yufei a chance, and I can give you one too." Lu Xiaofeng said: "What chance?" Lone Pine said: "Now you can still escape, as long as you can escape this time, we will never look for you again in the future." Lu Xiaofeng said: "I can't escape." Although the lone pine and dry bamboo seem to be standing casually, they occupy their positions very cleverly, like a pair of pliers, which have clamped Lu Xiaofeng in the middle. Although the pliers have not been clamped yet, they are ready to go. No one in the sky or on earth can escape from the pliers. Lu Xiaofeng saw clearly, but still smiled happily: "I know I can't escape, but there is something you don't know." Lone Pine said: "Oh?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Even if I can escape, I will never escape, even if you drive me away, I don't want to leave." Lone Pine said: "Do you want to die?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "I don't even want to." Lone Pine doesn't understand.Few people in this world can understand what Lu Xiaofeng did. Lu Xiaofeng said: "In the past six years, I should have died at least sixty times, but until now, I am still alive, do you know why?" Lone Pine said: "You say." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Because I have friends, I have a lot of friends, and it happens that one or two of them know how to use a sword." He said the word "sword", and Lone Song immediately felt a cold sword energy on his back. He suddenly turned around, but he didn't see the sword, only a person! Sen Han's sword energy emanated from this person, and this person seemed to be sharper than a sword. There is fog, and the fog is getting thicker. This person was standing in the misty, icy cold thick fog, as if he had been standing there since ancient times, and he seemed to have just condensed out of the thick fog. Although this person is sharper than a sword, he is as empty and illusory as fog. Lone pines and dead bamboos couldn't see his face, they could only see his white clothes like snow. A peerless swordsman, even if there is no sword in his hand, even if the sword is not out of the sheath, as long as his people are around, there will be a sword aura that is eye-catching. The pupils of Lone Pine and Dry Bamboo have shrunk: "Ximen Chuuxue!" They didn't see this person's face, in fact, they had never seen Ximen Chuuxue at all, but at this moment, they felt that this person must be Ximen Chuuxue! Heaven and earth, a unique sword. The world is underground, the unique Ximen Fuxue! Ximen Chuuxue didn't move, didn't speak, didn't draw his sword, he didn't have a sword at all! Lu Xiaofeng was smiling. Lone Song couldn't help asking: "When did you go to find him?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "I didn't look for it, it's just that among my friends, one or two people will help me find someone." Lone Pine said: "You finally found the right person." Dry Zhu said coldly: "We have long wanted to see Ximen Chuuxue in 'Moonlight Night, Forbidden City, One Sword Breaks Flying Immortal'." Ximen Chuuxue said coldly: "You are wrong." Dry bamboo said: "Where is the mistake?" Ximen Chuixue said: "City Lord Baiyun's swordsmanship is as flawless as the blue sky and white clouds, no one can defeat his flying fairy." Dry bamboo said: "You can't either?" Ximen Chuixue said: "I can't." Dry bamboo said: "But you are broken." Ximen Chuixue said: "It's not me who broke the flying fairy." Dry bamboo said: "Who are you?" Ximen Chuixue said, "It's him." Dry Bamboo doesn't understand, Lonely Pine doesn't understand either, Ximen Chuuxue's words, few people in the world can understand. Ximen Chuixue said: "Although his swordsmanship is clean, there is dirt in his heart." His eyes glowed, and he continued slowly: "The essence of swordsmanship lies in 'sincerity and righteousness'. If a person has dirt in his heart, how can he be invincible?" Kuzhu suddenly felt a sword aura coming, these words seemed to be sharper than a sword. Is this because he also has dirt in his heart? Ximen Chuixue said: "If there is dirt in the heart, the sword will be weak..." Finally, Dry Zhu couldn't bear to interrupt him, and said sharply, "Where's your sword?" Ximen Chuixue said: "The sword is here!" Dry Bamboo said, "Where is it?" Ximen Chuixue said: "It's everywhere!" This is also a difficult word to understand, but Dry Bamboo understands it, and Lone Pine understands it too. ——His person has merged with the sword, his person is the sword, as long as his person is there, everything in the world is his sword. ——This is the most profound realm in swordsmanship. Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said: "It seems that after your battle with Ye Gucheng, your swordsmanship has improved again." Ximen Chuuxue was silent, and after a long time, he slowly said: "There is one more thing you don't understand." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Oh?" Ximen Chuuxue's bright eyes suddenly became foggy and melancholy again, and said: "I defeated Baiyun City Lord with that sword, who else in the world is worthy for me to use that sword again?" Withered Bamboo sneered, "I..." Ximen Chuuxue refused to let him speak, and said coldly: "You are even more unworthy. If you need to rely on two swords to defeat the enemy and win, this kind of sword is only suitable for cutting flowers and cloth." Suddenly, there was a "choke", and the sword was unsheathed. The Sword of Dry Bamboo! The sword light pierced through the air and flew ten feet away. Although the momentum of this sword is not as strong as that of "Flying Immortal Outside the Sky", it is as lonely and steep as a ten thousand year old bamboo on the top of a cold mountain. Ximen Chuuxue still didn't move, didn't draw his sword. There is no sword in his hand, where is his sword? Suddenly, there was another "choke" sound, the sword light flashed randomly, and the figures merged and separated. The fog is thicker and colder. The two stood facing each other, the tip of the dead bamboo's sword was dripping with blood... His own sword, his own blood. The sword is no longer in his hand, this sword has been pierced through his own front heart, and pierced out from the back. He looked at Ximen Chuuxue in surprise, as if he still couldn't believe it was real. Ximen Chuuxue said coldly: "By now you must know where my sword is." Withered Bamboo wanted to speak, but could only cough. Ximen Chuixue said coldly: "My sword is in your hand, and your sword is my sword." Withered Bamboo roared, and then drew his sword. The sword edge was pulled out from his chest, and the blood flew out like an arrow. Ximen Chuuxue still didn't move. The blood splashed in front of him and fell like rain, and the sword's edge fell in front of him. When the dead bamboo fell, he didn't even look at it. He was looking at Lu Xiaofeng. Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help sighing, but Lone Song had stopped breathing. Ximen Chuixue said: "You find someone to call me, here I am!" Lu Xiaofeng said: "I knew you would come." Ximen Chuixue said: "Because I owe you." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Because you are my friend." Ximen Chuixue said: "Even though we are friends, this is my last time." Lu Xiaofeng said: "The last time?" Ximen Chuuxue said coldly: "I have already paid off your debt, I don't want to owe you any more, and I don't want you to owe me, so..." Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly: "So next time, even if you see me dying at someone else's hands, you will never make a move again?" Ximen Chuuxue looked at him coldly, without denying it. Then his person suddenly disappeared, disappeared into the wind, just as mysteriously and suddenly as when he came. The lone pine didn't move, it didn't move for a long, long time, as if it had really turned into an ancient pine. The cold fog was enveloping, and gradually even the corpse of Dead Bamboo ten feet away could no longer be seen, and Ximen Chuuxue had long since disappeared. Lone Song suddenly sighed and said: "This person is not human, definitely not." Although Lu Xiaofeng didn't deny it, he didn't admit it either. ——If a person's swordsmanship has reached the gods, is his person also close to the gods? ——His man is his sword, and his sword is his god! Lu Xiaofeng's eyes suddenly revealed an indescribable sympathy and melancholy. Lone Pine actually saw it, and asked coldly: "Do you sympathize with him?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "It's not him who I serve." Lone Song said: "No?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "He has married a wife and had children, I thought he could become a real person." Lone Song said: "But he hasn't changed." Lu Xiaofeng said: "He didn't." Gu Song said: "The sword is eternal, his person is the sword, how can it change?" Lu Xiaofeng sighed sadly. ——The sword is eternal, and the sword can always hurt people. Gu Song said: "If a woman becomes Jian's wife, of course it will be very uncomfortable." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Of course." Lone Pine said: "So you sympathize with his wife?" Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help sighing again. Lone Pine stared at him, and slowly said: "There must be a lot of sad past between you, his wife is probably also your friend, the past is unbearable, you..." As soon as the word "you" was spoken, his sword was already out. The light of the sword was like lightning, directly piercing Lu Xiaofeng's throat! The throat is the most fatal point, and now is the time when Lu Xiaofeng's heart is most vulnerable. Doesn't the unbearable past always make people sad and weak? Lone Pine chose the best opportunity to make a move! His sword is faster than dry bamboo, the distance between him and Lu Xiaofeng is only close at hand. This sword was undoubtedly a fatal blow, and he was very sure when he made the move. It's a pity that he overlooked one point—— His opponent is none other than Lu Xiaofeng! The sword stabbed out, and the cold light moved. At the same instant, Lu Xiaofeng also made a move - just stretched out two fingers, and pinched it lightly! No one can describe the magic and speed of this clip. The power shown by this clip has almost broken through the limit of human potential. The cold light condensed, and the sword also condensed, and the edge of the sword was suddenly caught between Lu Xiaofeng's two fingers. Lone Song draws his sword, draws his sword again! The sword doesn't move! Lone Song's whole body was trembling with fear, he let go suddenly, and volleyed backwards, flying five feet away. The power and speed of this sweep are also unimaginable, because he knows that this is his life and death. The potential of human beings in order to survive is hard for others to imagine. Lu Xiaofeng didn't chase after him. At this moment, he suddenly noticed another figure appeared in the thick fog. A faint figure seemed to be lighter than the fog, more illusory and unpredictable than the fog. Even if you saw this person appear with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that he really emerged from the earth. Even if you knew that he was not a ghost or a ghost, it would be hard to believe that he was really a person. Lone Song's stature like a dragon suddenly stopped and fell, his strength seemed to have collapsed suddenly at this moment, completely collapsed. Because he saw this person, this person who looked like a human but not a human, who seemed like a ghost but not a ghost. With a sound of "bang", this martial arts master, who is extremely light-handed, fell to the ground like a stone, and didn't even move. It seemed that not only his strength had completely collapsed, but his life had also completely collapsed. Was this sudden collapse just because he saw this person? Does this person have a power that can cause death and collapse?Is he himself death? The fog did not clear, and no one left. The man in the fog seemed to be looking at Lu Xiaofeng from a distance, and Lu Xiaofeng was also looking at him, seeing his eyes. No one can describe what kind of eyes those are. Of course his eyes were on his face, but his face had already melted into the mist. Although his eyes had light, even this light seemed to melt into the mist. Although Lu Xiaofeng saw his eyes, what he saw seemed to be nothing more than a fog. The man in the fog suddenly said: "Lu Xiaofeng?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "You recognize me?" Humanity in the Mist said: "Not only do I recognize it, but I am also grateful." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Grateful?" Humanity in the Mist said: "I am grateful for two things." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Oh?" Humanity in the fog: "Thank you for removing the scum and enemies outside the sect for me, and thank you for not being my enemy." Lu Xiaofeng took a deep breath and said, "You are..." Humanity in the mist said: "My surname is Yu." Lu Xiaofeng exhaled lightly, and said, "Jade? Baoyu's jade?" Humanity said in the fog: "Baoyu is flawless, Baoyu is undefeated." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Undefeated or dead?" Humanity said in the fog: "The jade of the west will last forever in the world." Lu Xiaofeng let out another breath and said, "You are the Western Jade Rakshasa?" The man in the fog said: "I am." The fog is gray-white, and his person is also gray-white, and the smog is misty, and his person seems to be equally misty, if there is nothing. Is he human?Or a ghost? Lu Xiaofeng suddenly laughed, shook his head with a smile, and said, "Actually, I should have wanted it a long time ago." Western Jade Raksha said, "What do you think of?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "I should have thought a long time ago that your death is just a means." Yu Luocha said: "Why should I use this method?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Because the Western Rakshasa Sect was founded by you, of course you hope that it will last forever." Yu Luocha admits. Lu Xiaofeng said: "However, the organization of the Western Rakshasa Cult is too large and its elements are too complicated. Although no one dared to betray you when you were alive, after you die, will these people continue to serve your descendants? " Yu Luocha said calmly: "Even the purest gold has impurities, let alone human beings?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "You already knew that there would be people under your teaching who would be unfaithful to you. If you want to preserve this inheritance for your descendants, you have to find these people first." Yu Luocha said: "When you want to cook, don't you also have to pick out the weeds from the rice?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "But you also know that this is not an easy task, some weeds are born white, mixed in the white rice, it is difficult for anyone to distinguish, unless they have no scruples about you, otherwise they will never will manifest itself." Yu Luocha said: "Unless I die, they won't dare!" Lu Xiaofeng said: "It's a pity that it's not easy for you to die, so the only way is to fake death." Yu Luocha said: "This is a very ancient strategy. It can survive until now because it is always effective." Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said: "Now it seems that your plan has undoubtedly succeeded, do you really feel very happy?" Although he was laughing, there seemed to be an indescribable irony in his voice. Of course Yu Luocha could hear it, and immediately asked, "Why am I unhappy?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Even if you have reserved for your children and grandchildren the eternal world, the foundation that will never change forever, but what about your son?" Yu Luocha suddenly laughed. His laughter was just like his own, eerie and elusive, and seemed to be filled with an indescribable irony. Lu Xiaofeng really didn't understand how he could still laugh. Yu Luocha was still laughing, and said with a smile: "If you think that the one who died at their hands was really my son, you would have underestimated me too much." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Isn't the person who died in their hands the real Yutianbao?" Yu Luocha said: "It's the real Yu Tianbao, but Yu Tianbao is not my son." Lu Xiaofeng said: "They have been following you for many years, don't they even know who your son is?" Yu Luocha said leisurely: "My son will not be my son on the day he was born." Lu Xiaofeng didn't understand even more. Yu Luocha said: "I also know that you will never understand this kind of thing, because you are not the leader of the Western Rakshasa Sect." Lu Xiaofeng said: "What if I am?" Yu Luocha said: "If you are, you will know that it is absolutely impossible for a person in this position to discipline his own son, because you have too many things to take care of." His voice suddenly became a little sad again: "The woman who gave birth to my son died on the day she gave birth. If a child is born as the future leader of the Western Rakshasa Cult without parental discipline, What kind of person will he become in the future?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Of course someone like Yu Tianbao." Yu Luocha said: "Do you want such a person to inherit your career?" Lu Xiaofeng was shaking his head and sighing. He suddenly discovered that it is not easy to be the leader of the Western Rakshasa Sect, but it is also not easy to raise his own son. Yu Luocha said: "So on the seventh day after he was born, I handed him over to someone I trusted most to discipline him, and from that day on, I adopted someone else's son as my son. The secret is still unknown to others.” Lu Xiaofeng said: "Why are you telling me now?" Yu Luocha said, "Because I trust you." Lu Xiaofeng said: "We are not friends." Yu Luocha said: "It is because we are neither enemies nor friends that I trust you." There was that sneering smile in his eyes again: "If you are the leader of the Western Rakshasa Sect, you will understand what I mean." Lu Xiaofeng already understood.Some friends are far more formidable than enemies. It's just that although he also had this painful experience, he never lost confidence in his friends. Because he is not the leader of the Western Rakshasa Sect. He doesn't want to do it either, no matter what the leader of the religion is, he doesn't want to do it, even if someone uses a big sedan chair to carry him, he will never go. Lu Xiaofeng is just Lu Xiaofeng. Yu Luocha's eyes seemed to have penetrated through the mist and saw through his heart, and suddenly smiled again: "Although you are not the leader of the Raksha Sect, I know that you already know me very well, which means that even though I am not Lu Xiaofeng, I already know you well." Lu Xiaofeng had to admit it. Although he still couldn't see this person's face clearly, there was undoubtedly an understanding and respect between them that no one else could understand. A mutual respect. He knew that Yu Luocha's careful thinking and far-sighted vision were things that he would never be able to do by himself. Yu Luocha seemed to touch his mind again, and slowly continued: "I am grateful that you are not my enemy, just because I discovered a terrible thing." Lu Xiaofeng said: "What's the matter?" Yu Luocha said: "You are the scariest person I have ever met in my life. There are many things you can do that I can't do, so I came here this time to kill you." Lu Xiaofeng said: "What about now?" Yu Luocha said, "Now I just want to ask you one thing." Lu Xiaofeng said: "You ask." Yu Luocha said: "Now we are neither friends nor enemies, what about in the future?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "I hope it will be the same in the future." Yu Luocha said: "You really hope so?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Really." Yu Luocha said: "But it is not easy to maintain this relationship." Lu Xiaofeng said: "I know." Yu Luocha said, "You don't regret it?" Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "I also hope you can understand one thing." Yu Luocha said, "Say it." Lu Xiaofeng said: "In my life, I have met many scary people, and none of them are scarier than you!" Yu Luocha laughed, when he started laughing, he was still in the mist, when Lu Xiaofeng heard his laughter, he could no longer see him. In this dreamlike mist, I met such a misty person, and watched him disappear like a dream. Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt that even he was lost in the mist. Was he successful in doing this?Still fail?Even he can't tell the difference...