When the world's best gossip master encounters a paralyzed swordsman who talks even more cruelly, they are either cheating each other or on the way to cheat each other——
What Duan Shutong regretted most in his life was taking one more look at Huo Lang's knife handle that night at Yunlai Inn.
Now he is holding an exploding folding fan in his left hand, and in his right hand is holding the emerald ring that the prince used to fake his body. He is chased by eighteen waves of killers. He also wants to compile a genealogy on the spot for his amnesiac-killing teammate: "Your father is not a traitor! Your ancestor actually made a fortune raising bamboo rats!"
The most confusing thing in Huo Lang's life was that every time he turned around after beheading the person, he would see Duan Shutong eating melon seeds at the crime scene.
This man who is known as Jianghu Baixiaosheng can use the temperature of tea to guess the brand of Mongolian sweat medicine, and analyze the number of killers based on horse dung. Even at the critical moment of being chased by poisonous arrows, he is still studying how to melt the enemy's hidden weapon to play mahjong.
"The coffin board of Jingzhe Escort Agency can no longer hold it down!"
"The wig of the Imperial City Secretary was blown away!"
"The secret recipe of Dali Temple's hemorrhoid ointment was revealed!"
When the shocking conspiracy fifteen years ago became a scene for everyone to watch, this pair of plastic partners made crazy rumors and violently refuted the rumors, and they just turned the conspiracy drama into a Jianghu version of "Approaching Science"——
"Huo Lang, please put down the knife first! You really can't try sitting on that dragon chair!"
"Duan Shutong, why is your hand shaking when you touch my sword?"
"Nonsense! What's wrapped around the handle of your knife is the belt I lost last year!"
Intention: Love, hate and hatred in the world of rivers and lakes