The living room of Aunt Lin's house.

There are about 200 square meters of western-style houses, the decoration is elegant, and there are blue and white porcelain vases and some calligraphy banners and landscape ink paintings around it.

It's as if there's culture in the air.

Crash.

Lin Qingmei smiled and poured half a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice for Han Dong: "Xiaodong, drink some orange juice." ”

"En, Aunt Lin is too polite. Han Dong took it with both hands, smiled, and then took a small sip.

He didn't care about yesterday's events at all.

Even if Aunt Lin is not on the rooftop, she must save the people present. What's more, it's Aunt Lin who has a lot of kindness to herself.

If it weren't for Aunt Lin's help, he wouldn't have been able to get in touch with so many antique relics for the time being, and it would be impossible for him to reach the third grade before the college entrance examination.

So.

If he didn't reach the third grade, would he still attract the attention of the master?

This is particularly crucial.

Ask yourself, if there is no master Ning Moli, he is currently only a second-grade grade, and whether he can even reach the limit, or two words.

So.

Aunt Lin, an old friend of mother Chen Shu, is an important node in her life trajectory and has an indescribable great kindness to herself.

He groaned for a while.

Han Dong couldn't help but ask, "Aunt Lin, is there a problem with your capital turnover?"

As soon as the words came out.

A faint hint of undetectable darkness flashed in Lin Qingmei's eyes, mixed with despair, but under her best efforts to hide it, Han Dong didn't notice it.

This is normal.

Although Han Dong is a world-class warrior, he only has extremely keen five senses and is inspired. When it comes to the ability to observe words and colors, it is not as good as Lin Qingmei, who has been immersed in the shopping mall for many years, and it is far inferior to Jiang Mozhang.

Jiang Mozhang is not here today.

"Nothing. Lin Qingmei drank a large mouthful of orange juice and swallowed it all before smiling: "Aunt Lin can't trouble you anymore, it's just a small problem." ”

Han Dong breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, that's good." ”

"Xiaodong, you have eaten so much for lunch, sit down for a while, Aunt Lin will cut some watermelon for you?" Lin Qingmei asked with a smile.

She knows.

Han Dong can especially eat watermelon, and he ate a whole watermelon last time.

"Don't bother, I'll have to find a friend later, he happens to live nearby. Han Dong's heart was warm, and he took a sip of the fresh orange juice he had just squeezed out again, and there were orange strips floating in it.

Lin Qingmei shook her head: "It's not easy to come here, and you won't sit for a while." ”

said.

She poured herself some orange juice again.

In the living room, the two chatted.

But in the bedroom next to the living room, the wooden door opened lightly, and Jiang Ling sat in it in a daze, without saying a word.

Recall.

Jiang Ling is trying to remember.

When Han Dong first arrived in Jiangnan City, he once talked about the villa area, and there was a little arrogance and contempt in his words.

Faced with the son of this mother's friend, she was cold at first and reluctant to say more.

It wasn't until he got acquainted with it that Han Dong had some recognition and regarded him as a junior with a mysterious identity. Because of his father, Jiang Mozhang, he is really enthusiastic about Han Dong.

But.

These doubts and bewilderments all turned into a surging tsunami at this time, containing a complex of emotions of shock and surprise, which was really indescribable, almost drowning her mind.

"The villa is home to real big people. ”

"So what does Han Dong, who makes these big names in Jiangnan City want to get acquainted, belongs?" Jiang Ling's eyes were blank, and he thought with bated breath.

Click.

She turned the carbon pen in her hand.

Terrible.

She sighed softly, listening to the small talk between her mother and Han Dong in the living room, she suddenly felt a taste of self-deprecation and loneliness, and carefully leaned back on the chair and closed her eyes.

Who is Han Dong sacred?

Jiang Ling was frightened and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

......

within the villa area.

The grand living room is set aside with a gorgeous sofa in pure white.

Han Dong looked around Yan Cangtu's collection, and then sat on the sofa and said with a light smile: "The things you have collected are really good." ”

"Of course. ”

Yan Cangtu haha, walked to the freezer next to him, took out two bottles of unopened iron cans, and put them on the sofa table.

Crash.

He lay down in the soft sofa, was silent for four or five seconds, and said softly: "Han Dong, I won't hide it from you...... To put it simply, my father used to be a martial artist, but fifteen years ago, he died. ”

"I was fifteen years old. ”

"When I heard the news of my father's fall, I was completely stunned and almost gave up my belief in practicing martial arts. ”

Han Dong sat on the sofa and listened quietly.

These words are a bit inexplicable, could it be that Shizun killed Yan Cangtu's father? But if this is the case, Yan Cangtu's hatred must be unforgettable, and it is impossible to be so calm.

The next moment.

Yan Cangtu sighed and closed his eyes: "My father's death is because of your master Ning Moli. ”

"Oh? Han Dong frowned.

"To be precise, it was Ning Moli who made the request at that time, and my father agreed...... That request, to say yes, is equivalent to death, and it is inevitable. Yan Cangtu's voice was bitter, he didn't look at Han Dong, and was still lying on the sofa.

Silent.

A strange atmosphere permeates the surroundings.

Han Dong pursed his lips and asked, "What request?" My master has an abnormal personality, is it related to what you said?"

"Yes. ”

Yan Cangtu sat up straight and nodded heavily.

The two looked at each other, neither of them spoke, and after three or five minutes, Yan Cangtu shook his head and smiled, and said abruptly: "Forget it, forget it, don't mention this." ”

"I thought you should know. ”

"Unexpectedly, Ning Moli not only didn't tell you the situation back then, but he didn't even tell you the name of the sect. ”

Hearing this, Han Dong's face was stunned.

In recent days, he has practiced martial arts day and night, but he has neglected these.

"Ahem. ”

Han Dong rubbed his teeth and was speechless.

I have finally practiced the first mountain realm of painting mountain piles, and it is the realm of the world's martial artists, and I still can't know the name of the sect.

Apprentice, I have already worshipped.

If you enter the sect, you have already entered.

As a result, until now, he still doesn't know the name of the sect. If he said it, Han Dong himself felt embarrassed and shameless.

Ponder for a moment.

Han Dong asked in a low voice, "What is the name of the sect I belong to?"

"Don't ask me. In case Ning Moli is inexplicably angry, I am too wronged. Yan Cangtu hurriedly waved his hand, trying to avoid this topic.

But.

Yan Cangtu thought about it, if he took advantage of this to inform Han Dong, he might be able to bring the relationship between the two closer.

Anyway, Ning Moli is far away in Suhe City, and he stays in Jiangnan City, even if Ning Moli really goes crazy, his life will be fine.

"Well—"

Yan Cangtu looked at Han Dong's curious gaze, leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and said word by word: "Qingshan Sect." ”

......

Time passes, like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, it has been three days.

There is still one day left before the battle of Huaguo martial arts students.

Whew.

The autumn wind blew through the woods and blew to Han Dong's indifferent face.

He stood on the outside of the woods, where he usually practiced martial arts, sitting cross-legged on the curb, his eyes rolling in thought.

"Aoyama Sect. ”

"This name is really good, simple and simple, thick and vicissitudes, why is the master unwilling to tell me. ”

After thinking about it for three days, he couldn't figure it out.

It's normal to think about it.

After all, Shizun's way of thinking is too strange for normal people to guess...... Han Dong adhered to the principle of prudence, did not ask the master, and did not communicate too much.

Anyway—

He won the first place in this ranking battle!

Click.

Han Dong moved his fists, took out his mobile phone, and reconfirmed tomorrow's departure time.

The location of this year's Huaguo Martial Arts Student Ranking Battle is on the border of Jiangnan Province, and it is organized by the martial arts world of Jiangnan Province.

"That's good. ”

"Tomorrow morning, I will go directly by car, so as not to leave early, and I will have to stay in a hotel. ”

The martial arts students of Jiangnan University all practice martial arts in the school.

The martial arts students from other universities and Shigeben University have now arrived in Jiangnan Province and live in the nearby prefecture-level city where the sorting battle began.

In a nutshell.

All the martial arts students who are qualified to participate in the sorting battle have all gathered in Jiangnan Province, just waiting for tomorrow's prologue to be revealed.

This is an unprecedented event.

The five great generals are the head, and all the martial arts students who are studying in the country, in addition to nearly 100 martial arts students in the realm of high-level martial artists, and there are about two or three hundred middle-level martial artists and lower-level martial artists.

Intense!

A simple imagination is destined to be intense.

But Rao is like this, Han Dong's face is still indifferent.

He is neither sad nor happy, and there are no emotional fluctuations, like a towering and immovable mountain. The black and white eyes are like the clarity of the white clouds and flowing water, revealing a transcendent charm.

"Hmm. ”

"Tang Yuehan and the others have already gone to the place where the martial arts students gathered, intending to inspect the martial arts level of the rest of the martial arts students and make appropriate responses. ”

Han Dong muttered.

He clicked on the screen with his finger, and just opened the QQ chat interface with Zhang Hao...... Inspired by it, I felt a strong malice coming from afar.

Acuteness!

Like boiling volcanic magma, it rolls and spreads fiercely.

Even the white fox demon that he once encountered was far less terrifying than this malicious one, and it was as dark and indescribable as the abyss and hell.

"Who?"

Han Dong thought it was a general-level demon, so he stood up suddenly, his eyes flashed with a cold and unparalleled sharpness, and he looked at the road ahead.

It was a young man.

His face is like a crown of jade, his gestures exude a noble and elegant atmosphere, and he is wearing a delicate red suit, like a touch of brilliant blood in the blooming world.

Smack.

Smack.

He walked towards Han Dong step by step.

This young man is none other than the martial arts student of Yunhai Academy, Chu Daye.

"Huh. ”

"One of the five Chinese generals, Chu Daye. Han Dong picked up his mobile phone, greeted the afternoon sun, and said lightly: "Who gave you the guts to release malice on me?"

As we all know, I am an inspiration.

As for whether he has the art of transformation in the martial arts realm, Han Dong did not reveal it, and it is estimated that the martial arts students have no way of knowing.

So.

In the face of himself, he dared to reveal such deep malice.

Hum.

Chu Daye exhaled, stood in front like a tiger staring, and said slowly: "Gaishi Han Dong, you should know that my father is dead. ”

Han Dong was expressionless: "That's your father, what does it have to do with me." ”

The corners of Chu Daye's mouth twitched, his eyes were as sharp as blades, and he said in a deep voice: "You can save it, why don't you save it?" Why did you watch him die. ”

Click.

Han Dong shook his right wrist, and his voice was indifferent: "I don't want to save it, why should I save it." ”

In this life, you don't need guidance from others.

And in this life, there is no longer a charter to worship.

In addition to the inner thoughts and bottom line, no regulations can be imposed on the body, and all shackles cannot be bound to the heart.

"Yes, very good!"

Chu Daye's starry eyes flashed with an undisguised murderous intent, and he said word by word: "You know, you will regret it." ”

"Oh. ”

Han Dong raised his eyelids, and there was no fluctuation in his heart.

Refer to the way of thinking of Master Ning Moli - all those who are potentially threatening, all those who are likely to make harmful moves, and all uncertain factors will be killed.

Unlike Ning Moli, Han Dong can only prevent it early for the time being.

Such as.

After the death of Chu Changfu, without knowing Chu Daye's personality, Han Dong invited the next military general, Shang Hua, to always protect his father Han Wenzhi's vicinity.

Prevention is better than prevention, and vigilance is better than death.

Han Dong has never been afraid to speculate on strangers with the greatest malice.

There was only one Hongshi incident at the beginning.

But this is also the last time, and Han Dong will never allow a second appearance, so before meeting Chu Daye, he has already made arrangements in advance to ensure the safety of his loved ones.

In other words.

If the dearest relatives are okay, why should Han Dong be afraid?

Even now, if he activated the mad demon state, he himself felt extremely terrifying, and he didn't need to worry about a single Chu Daye.

The next moment.

Chu Daye squinted his eyes and took out his mobile phone.

"I said you would regret it. ”

"Well...... First of all, I have to admit that you have a very sweet sister. Han Qian, she should be much stronger than my younger brother Chu Wencai. ”

Quiescence!

Deathly silence!

Han Dong raised his eyes expressionlessly, and quietly stared at Chu Daye with a smile on his face, like a wild beast from ancient times, breaking free from the cage, opening his eyes, and completely awakening.

He didn't use inspiration because he didn't need to.

He also didn't activate the internal force of the liquid, because the consequences were too serious.

But he knew.

The face of Chu Daye in front of him was already doomed to death...... Because the person he wants to kill is chasing the ends of the earth, and no one can stop him.

Whew.

The bleak autumn breeze adds a touch of chill out of thin air, as if it contains a sonorous chill.

If there are students here, I am afraid that their hearts will be clenched, and they will feel an irrepressible sense of panic.

But Chu Daye is a military general, and he still has a smile on his face.

"Huh. ”

"Gaishi Handong, when we meet for the first time, I will give you a good gift. Chu Daye held the new Apple phone and made a call.

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of a long note was heard all around.

Chu Daye deliberately turned on the speakerphone, making the sound of the mobile phone loud, even if it was ten meters away, it could be heard clearly.

All of a sudden.

The call went through.

Chu Daye looked at Han Dong with a smile and said, "Hey, how is it, did the cute little Han Qian get it?"

Silence.

There was not the slightest sound coming from the phone.

Kindness?

Chu Daye frowned and continued: "The matter has already been done, rest assured, I will not lose any of the benefits that should be given." ”

The next moment.

An amiable and gentle voice came from the phone: "I'm Ning Moli, I'm going to kill your whole family." ”