Chapter 131: The murder caused by a pot of bean curd

Li Qinglian remembers very clearly that the big demon once said that after the fish is hooked, they should ask what flavor of bean curd they like, as long as it is different from the bowl that the big demon ate, whether it is sweet or Salty, kill them all!
The world eats bean curd, mostly not sweet or salty.
But the big devil eats spicy flavor.
The lord is likely to be cold!
Li Qinglian thoughts like a wave.
This little maid had always been a disciple of the Tushan Sect before signing the contract of selling, and she had some affection for this teacher. Even in the Yunlai Inn, she saw the scene of Lin Daoyuan's "righteous extermination". Now she is still a bit sentimental. Lowered his head and burned, for fear that Lin Daoyuan could see something from her expression.
It doesn't matter if the suzerain is dead.
The important thing is not to break the big demon...
Li Qinglian lowered her head, but heard Lin Daoyuan replied: "Thank you for your kindness, but my body is half-frozen and can't move. I am afraid that the bean curd in your courtyard is not able to drink."
Chen Xinglie flicked his sleeve.
Click click.
Lin Daoyuan's whole body was cold, broken into smoothies, and swept on the ground.
"Then thank you very much."
Lin Daoyuan bowed his hands to thank him, patted the still stiff legs and feet, and found that the cold had dissipated a little bit, and he was barely able to walk, so he walked to the courtyard and came to the campfire burned by Li Qinglian, saying: "Thank you, Miss Li, to me Put a bowl of bean curd."
Li Qinglian was a little lost for a while.
In the past, in Tushan Sect, when Lin Daoyuan talked to her, he always called her by her first name, and didn't care about her princess status at all.
But now, Lin Daoyuan is very polite.
"What kind of flavour would Sect Master Lin want, sweet or salty?"
Li Qinglian asked casually, and she thought to herself: "Could it be that in Lin Daoyuan's mind, my status as the nine princesses of the Great Emperor Dynasty is not as good as the little maid next to the Great Demon?"
Lin Daoyuan didn't know Li Qinglian's careful thoughts, and asked softly, "Has Young Master Chen already eaten it?"
Li Qinglian nodded.
Lin Daoyuan said politely: "Then have a bowl that tastes the same as Master Chen, it's troublesome."
"Please wait."
Li Qinglian quickly installed a bowl of spicy bean curd.
Lin Daoyuan was holding the bowl, eating beancurd with all his attention, lowering his head and daring not to lift it up, because when he looked up, he would see the opened jade book on the coffee table next to Li Qinglian.
There are hundreds of flowers in the book, all blooming in the ice and snow, set off by the plain white snow, the flowers and colors are more vivid and bright.
This is "The Secret Policy of Not Old Flowers"?
Lin Daoyuan glanced at Yushu secretly, and immediately moved his eyes away, secretly said: "If this suzerain has been staring at Yushu, Chen Xinglie must have mistakenly believed that the suzerain has an idea about Yushu, and he will kill if he raises the sword!"
Outside the hospital.
Chen Xinglie stood in front of many ice sculptures holding a big sword.
This group of people are all Northland masters.
Chen Xinglie looked at the faces of everyone and found that most of them didn't know each other, and the remaining half had only a slight impression, and he couldn't even call his name.
A group of unknown people!
Chen Xinglie sighed in his heart, raised the big sword, stroking Xue Liang's blade, the green movement was gentle, as if touching the lover's cheek.
Kill with the sword?
Chen Xinglie shook his head indifferently, and sighed: "You just followed Ning Fenghan and Mo Yixiao to Qingyun City, and the crime is not dying. This is a very kind person who cannot do anything to kill innocent people. I like to make friends very much. Why don't you wait to come to this courtyard together, eat a bowl of bean curd, and make friends with this seat, even if today’s grievances are written off, how?"
Click...
The sound of ice cracking resounded.
When Chen Xinglie spoke, he secretly used means to dissipate the mysterious cold air above the necks of everyone, but the people below the necks were still frozen in the ice and could not move.
"Thank you for not killing!"
"Your Excellency is magnificent and rare in the world. It is really a blessing for me to be able to make friends with someone like your Excellency."
"Your Excellency, this friend, I've made it! From now on, whenever your Excellency has something, just say hello. I will never frown!"
...
The masters of Northern Xinjiang burst into cheers.
They thought they were bound to die, but they didn't expect that they would turn around and come to life from a desperate situation. They only need to drink a bowl of bean curd to save their lives.
Is there such a strange thing in the world?
It is incredible!
Lin Daoyuan was a little lost, and asked Li Qinglian in a low voice, "Could it be that Master Chen is really kind, like he said, and never kills innocent people indiscriminately?"
"Ha ha."
Li Qinglian smiled noncommitantly, and glanced over the bowl of bean curd in Lin Daoyuan's hand.
Lin Daoyuan smiled bitterly: "Could it be that the beancurd is poisonous?"
Li Qinglian asked faintly: "If the master wants to kill you, is it necessary to poison you?"
Lin Daoyuan's eyes froze and he didn't say more.
Outside the hospital.
Chen Xinglie said calmly: "Everyone."
Everyone closed their mouths immediately, not daring to make a sound, and quietly waited for Chen Xinglie to speak down.
"Everyone, don't worry, the bean curd is already cooked."
Chen Xinglie looked back at the iron pot on the bonfire in the courtyard, and asked slowly: "What flavor do you like?"
As soon as this remark came out, Li Qinglian's eyes were full of fear. She was worried that the Northern Xinjiang masters would find her eyes were wrong, and hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to burn.
A series of answers sounded outside the courtyard.
"Sweet."
"Salty."
...
For the world's people, tofu, it is true that most people are both salty and sweet, and they like spicy and spicy flavor.
Only a few people, as Lin Daoyuan did before, wanted to eat a bowl of the same taste as Chen Xinglie.
Click!
A burst of ice cracking sounded.
The ice on these people shattered.
"Xiaoqing."
Chen Xinglie greeted the courtyard and said, "Go to Dou Hua."
"Yes."
Li Qinglian quickly got up and responded.
Those few people walked into the courtyard happily.
Li Qinglian served the bean curd and added Chinese pepper and chili. The ingredients are very generous, and the strong spicy aroma is scattered in the wind.
The group of people outside the courtyard who hadn't thawed, suddenly became anxious.
Without waiting for everyone to speak, the rolling profound cold air raged in, re-freezing those who had chosen the sweet and salty taste into ice sculptures.
"Birds of a feather flock together."
Chen Xinglie carried the big sword and walked slowly back to the courtyard. He sighed and sighed: "Well, the group of people outside, even eating a bean curd, tastes different from this seat. How can you make friends with this seat? "
The few Northland masters in the courtyard were so scared that their faces were pale, blankly holding a bowl of bean curd, like wax puppets, no one dared to speak.
"Since you are friends with this seat, you might as well do this seat a favor."
Chen Xinglie pointed to the group of ice sculptures in the street, and said indifferently: "These standing ice sculptures are an eye-catcher for this seat. You guys can help this seat break them.