Two hundred and eight chapters
Teal hands!
Fingernails as crystal clear as white jade!
He had already pierced the clothes of Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, but the cyan hand suddenly stopped!
Blood!
Warm blood!
Splashed the king of stealing kings Meng Sanxing's body, the pale yellow flute sword has been pulled out of the throat of a person with a cyan face like a water ghost, if it weren't for the five-foot-long giant sword of Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, to dodge the five-foot-long giant sword stabbed by the golden-armored giant, Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, would never make himself covered in blood......
The cyan leather-clad man with a cyan face like a water ghost, his eyes like a dead fish were full of incredible looks, and he fell to the ground with a little unwillingness!
The giant man in gold armor was furious by the scene in front of him, and there was a roar one after another, and the five-foot-long giant sword in his hand was much faster in an instant, and each sword did not leave the throat of Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings!
Jingle Bell!
Another sound of gold and iron!
Then, the golden-armored giant let out a mournful roar, revealing a bloody sword head on his back......
As soon as the five-foot-long giant sword in the hand of the golden-armored giant man fell to the ground, the person fell to the side of the five-foot-long giant sword with a withered sound as if he had been removed from his soul, and a pair of big eyes like copper bells lost his life......
At the same time that Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, fell down on the golden-armored giant, the man was like an agile cheetah, and he pounced on the heavenly maiden Tang Sanhua on the swarthy giant tree in the river!
The fingers of Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, only lightly forced, and the rope thick with his thumb was instantly broken into several sections, and Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, opened his arms and was about to hug Chu Chu's pitiful fallen goddess scattered flowers Tang Sanhua!
Suddenly!
Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, found that the Heavenly Maiden scattered flowers Tang Sanhua's Ben Chuchu was pitiful, and his eyes were full of horror, and suddenly there was a trace of vicious killing intent!
A three-foot-long soft sword instantly stabbed into the throat of Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, and the soft sword was in the hands of the fallen Heavenly Maiden Sanhua Tang Sanhua!
If it weren't for the strange eyes of Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, when he saw the eyes of the Heavenly Maiden scattered flowers and Tang Sanhua, I am afraid that Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, would already be a dead man!
Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, flew back, but the soft sword stabbed over like a shadow!
Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, retreated, looked coldly at the Heavenly Maiden Sanhua Tang Sanhua and said, "You are not the Heavenly Maiden Sanhua Tang Sanhua, who are you?"
Sword!
Soft sword!
The terrible soft sword did not stop at all, but it was even faster, only to hear the "Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flower Tang Scattered Flower" sneered: "Of course I am not the Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flower Tang Scattered Flower, I am the one who wants your life, remember the name of my aunt and grandmother, so as not to ask the prince of the underworld, you can't answer! My aunt and grandmother are a thousand-faced ghost Su Xiaoxiao, you don't have to forget!"
Suddenly, Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, had a clear mind for a while, and secretly scolded himself for being confused, he had just killed those three people, wasn't it the flute ghost Jiang Shui who used the flute sword? Wasn't the one in golden armor the evil ghost Xu Dali? Isn't the person with a blue face the water ghost Yin not disperse?
Sword!
There were several swords in a row, but they didn't hurt Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings!
Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, coughed lightly and said: "Su Xiaoxiao is enough, Lao Tzu wants to kill you, you are already a dead man, you better go!"
Who knows, the thousand-faced ghost Su Xiaoxiao didn't appreciate it, and actually pounced viciously, Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, if he hadn't suddenly thought of Long Feiyun's bastard, Lao Tzu would have killed you a long time ago, since this is the case, Lao Tzu will fulfill you!
Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, shook his body, but he saw a figure attacking the thousand-faced ghost Su Xiaoxiao, and then the thousand-faced ghost Su Xiaoxiao's soft sword fell to the ground, and the thousand-faced ghost Su Xiaoxiao also fell next to the soft sword like a dead leaf, without the slightest pain in his eyes, but with a relieved look!
Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, bent down, his dexterous fingers moved slightly, and a delicate human skin mask fell into the hands of Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, and the true face of the thousand-faced ghost Su has also been revealed, although it is not as young and beautiful as the face of the mask, but it is also quite beautiful, and it can also be regarded as a beauty!
Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, couldn't help but sigh and disappeared into the blurry moonlight!
Why did Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, sigh?
That is the king of stealing kings, Meng Sanxing, I really can't figure it out, I already have the heart to spare the life of the thousand-faced ghost Su Xiaoxiao, why does the thousand-faced ghost Su Xiaoxiao still fight with himself?
Where does Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, know, that is because the thousand-faced ghost Su Xiaoxiao is really in love, first, the four ghosts failed in the mission, and they will inevitably be severely punished when they go back, and the methods of the Zhuge Gang are only afraid that the thousand-faced ghost Su Xiaoxiao will not be as good as death, and the thousand-faced ghost Su Xiaoxiao does not dare to escape, and the second is that the thousand-faced ghost Su Xiaoxiao has long been tired of the Zhuge Gang's coercion, and now there is no way back from the left and right, it is better to die......
Of course, Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, would never have thought that someone would be bent on death?
This will always be an unsolvable mystery, and it will eventually turn into dust with the small corpse of the thousand-faced ghost Su and disappear into the long river of years......
After Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, finished speaking, all kinds of things came to Long Feiyun's mind, one mystery after another, and he couldn't help but pace back and forth in the room, the air in the room seemed to be frozen, and he only heard the sound of the old drunkard thundering and drinking......
After a while, the old drunkard Lei Dongtian sighed and said: "Damn! Who are these damn Zhuge Gangs? How can we be so passive again and again? Shuang'er's little girl doesn't know what's going on? Speaking of which, it's all your fault for being a dead thief, who did you go out to chase? Otherwise, Brother Hua wouldn't have died, and Shuang'er wouldn't have ended up in the dark!"
Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, wanted to sneer at each other, looking at the old drunkard's red eyes, his face full of vicissitudes of life was full of pain and self-blame, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, thinking about what the old drunkard Lei Dongtian said was not unreasonable, if it weren't for his own words, maybe Feng Wushuang wouldn't have ended up without knowing what to do, and couldn't help but look dark, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth into his stomach!
For the first time in his life, the old drunkard thundered the sky and was difficult to steal the king Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing the king Meng Sanxing did not return the mouth, and couldn't help but look at the king of stealing Meng Sanxing, and found that Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, was also a painful and self-blaming look, and couldn't help but feel unbearable for a while, picked up the wine gourd and took a big sip, and turned around and threw it to Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings!
Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, took the wine, and also took a big sip, and when he met the old drunkard Lei Dongtian's eyes, he saw something in the eyes of the other party, but neither of the two people spoke, only you and I drank the wine!
Friends are sometimes like this, arguing and arguing with each other, but each other's hearts can always feel each other's minds, and they already understand each other with a look and a movement......
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred in Long Feiyun's mind, and his eyes lit up and stopped: "Old drunkard dead thief, we don't have to be so pessimistic now, at least from the current point of view, Shuang'er was just taken away by them, if they want to hurt Shuang'er, I think there will never be only Brother Feng's corpse in this room, so we may still have a chance!"
Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, said: "You mean, the Zhuge Gang kidnapped Shuang'er, and they didn't intend to really hurt her, did they?"
Long Feiyun nodded and said, "At least Shuang'er should be safe for now!"
The old drunkard Lei Dongtian took a sip of wine and said: "I don't think so, the people controlled by the Zhuge Gang would rather die than escape, it can be seen how vicious this damn Zhuge Gang is, otherwise, Brother Wei, and the thousand-faced ghost Su Xiaoxiao would rather die than return to the Zhuge Gang, you can know the cruelty of the Zhuge Gang, Shuang'er fell into their hands, the old drunkard, I would rather be arrested by me!"
Long Feiyun said: "Brother Wei, the thousand-faced ghost Su Xiaoxiao I think they are all tired of being human pawns, a chess piece without freedom, sometimes it is more painful than death, it is because they chose to die! !”
If Wei Wei's thousand-faced ghost Su Xiaoxiao didn't die, he would definitely be touched when he heard Long Feiyun's words about the chess pieces that didn't have freedom......
Freely!
If a person loses his freedom, just as a bird loses its wings and a fish leaves water, where is there any happiness left......
The preciousness of freedom may just be the freedom of wandering the world, or the heartiness of drunken lying in the mountains and forests, but it is by no means used as a chess piece, at the mercy of others, so that even if you have fine clothes and food all day long, there is the slightest happiness at all!
Maybe freedom is just to be a true self, do what you want, go wherever you want, love and hate if you want to love, but is there really such a free and easy person in the world?
Nobody knows, maybe only God!
It seems that everyone in the world is tied up by all kinds of things or people, and there will always be something to lose and gain?
Just as if a person wants to get the fruits of autumn, he will inevitably pay the hardships of spring, like the night but also have to experience the day, freedom may be to have no sense of guilt, to be a true self, simple and happy to live every day......
After Long Feiyun's words were finished, the old drunkard Lei Dongtian pondered for a moment and said, "Your words are good, but are we just like fools waiting for the Zhuge Gang to come?"
Long Feiyun shook his head and said with a light eye: "No, let's leave now, but we still have to do one thing before that, which is to bury Brother Hua!"
Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, said slightly: "You mean to go to Iron Gall Villa?"
Long Feiyun nodded and said, "That's right, now we have no clues, the only place we can go is Iron Gall Villa!"
The old drunkard thundered the heavens and said: "Go to the Iron Gall Villa, with the ruthlessness of the Zhuge Gang, I'm afraid it will be useless for Raul!"
Long Feiyun's eyes lit up and he smiled slightly: "The right to be a dead horse and a live horse doctor, you can't really wait here!"
Laugh!
A person can face setbacks with a smile, how can such a person fail easily?
Long Feiyun is just such a person, his heart has already been painful, and Long Feiyun will still face it with a smile!