In the face of this unusually familiar face, memories that had been sealed for seven years came to mind. At that time, Wang Youwei was already a high-ranking military general, and he was a member of the Jiangnan Provincial Defense Establishment.

At that time, there were six people in the establishment.

Wang Youwei and the middle-aged man named Luo Mu are comrades-in-arms who fought together in bloody battles, and once threw blood on the land of Jiangnan Province together.

Pity.

What happened later changed all that.

"The hatred in your heart?" Wang Youwei stretched out his left arm to protect his tiger-headed son, his face was extremely pale, and he stared at the middle-aged man who was smiling and toothy.

"Do you still have the face to go back to Jiangnan?"

He gritted his teeth.

Contralateral.

Luo Mu, who was wearing a formal suit, tugged at the collar of the formal suit with an indifferent face, and also stared at Wang Youwei with a hateful gaze: "If you hadn't secretly informed, how could I have been reduced to the border and fought to the death for seven years?"

"Seven years!"

"For seven years, two thousand five hundred and fifty-five days and nights, do you know how I survived these days? After practicing martial arts day and night, fighting at the cost of my life, I finally survived...... Seven years later, I am already in the middle of the Martial Sect Realm!"

After speaking.

Luo Mu's face turned hideous, and his eyes flashed with coldness.

Disheveled.

Wang Youwei urged the ingenuity and stunned the son behind him, and then sneered: "The team leader took great care of you back then, was kind, and tried to help you even if it was life and death." But you just escaped from the battle, but took the seriously injured team leader as bait, threw it to the demon, and fled alone. ”

"Luo Mu!"

"Don't you feel a little ashamed? Don't you have a little repentance? Your heart is afraid of a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs. ”

Thinking back to the beginning, the sun was setting, and the team leader died tragically in the mouth of the demon.

To this day, that scream still seems to echo in my ears...... Wang Youwei knew that the team leader was not afraid of death, but was betrayed, and was thrown at the demon by his comrades who took care of him in every way, and his seriously injured body produced heart-rending pain.

"Luo!"

The right arm was empty, and Wang Youwei's eyes were like the scorching sun.

In fact, after so many years of tempering, he has long been happy and angry, and now his anger and rebuke are just an illusion.

How despicable Luo Mu is has nothing to do with him.

The main thing is his son...... Wang Youwei has been fighting for so many years, and his wife has also died in the resistance of the defense organization, he just wants his son to grow up happily and no longer join the martial arts world.

Because to gain power comes to pay the corresponding obligations.

"Hey, hey. ”

"You're doing a good job. It's a pity, I'm in the middle of the Martial Sect Realm!" Luo Mu sneered, followed by three comfortable and leisurely steps, it seemed to be just ordinary agility, but in fact it had natural agility.

Whew!Whew!

The two almost leaned together, but they never touched each other, and kept making subtle and indescribable pace changes, like meteors chasing.

Even if ordinary people witness it, they can't see anything.

And the danger in it may only be known by Wang You for himself.

"Burn Step!"

Wang Youwei's figure stepped backwards, his left hand gently protected his son, and his mind imagined the scene of the raging fire, along the crooked trajectory, and through the surging sea of fire, which had reached the pinnacle of the transformation at will.

As soon as the image emerges, the pace changes.

The muscles, bones, meridians, and internal organs began to tremble, as if the temperature had risen to the extreme, and the toes shattered the masonry floor, fluctuating, and changing five or six times in an instant.

took a step back, and almost couldn't help but burst out of internal force.

Damn it!

Wang Youwei said angrily: "You dare to do it in public?!" This is an iron rule in the martial arts world, and there is no need to repeat it.

"Hahaha. Who would have thought that instead of retreating, Luo Mu laughed wildly: "The fundamental reason why you can't show force in front of people is that you are forbidden to practice martial arts by the whole people, do you know what this is?"

Of course, Wang Youwei didn't know, but Luo Mu was clear.

As a median martial arts realm, he was already qualified to know these secrets, and Luo Mu's eyes reflected Wang Youwei's footsteps, flicking his left knee, and his lunge was half a step to the right, intercepting at the end of Wang Youwei's inevitable trajectory.

If anyone sees the whole thing, they will be amazed.

Because of this line of interception, it seems that Wang Youwei took the initiative to crash into Luo Mu, which is really weird to the extreme.

"Thunder Talisman!"

Luo Mu suddenly opened his eyes, and a silver-white symbol formed in his pupils, like a mysterious symbol on the jade forward, superimposed heavily, diffusing the impact of stirring his mind.

The thunder shakes the heart, and the symbol knocks on the gods!

Ziz!

Wang Youwei froze in place all of a sudden, watching Luo Mu snatch his son with tears in his eyes, and he didn't know how long it took for him to return to normal, staring at Luo Mu.

"Want your son?"

Luo Mu carried the little boy with a tiger's head in his left hand, squinting at his scarred eyes.

"What do you want?" Wang Youwei glanced around, and there were two or three passers-by who were stopping to watch, and said in a low voice: "Luo Mu, don't force me to do it, it's a big deal to violate the iron rules, and we will die together." ”

Hear the words.

Luo Mu shook his head.

He showed his white teeth: "I am the Martial Sect Realm, and I will not die if I violate the iron." And you and you, a five or six-year-old child, have to die. ”

"Do it?"

"Come on. ”

While sneering, Luo Mu shook the unconscious little boy twice, not caring whether Wang Youwei did it or not.

It's just a general.

As long as the internal force explodes through the consolidation, Wang Youwei can be killed in an instant. However, the iron rule of the martial arts world also has corresponding punishments for the martial arts realm, and Luo Mu does not want to go to the border to carry out his obligations anymore.

"Hey, hey. ”

"That's it for today, I'll give you a day to think. Tomorrow at dusk, I will be waiting for you on the cliff west of the Tieyang Sect. ”

After speaking.

Luo Mu turned and left.

Wang Youwei's face was pale, staring at Luo Mu's arrogant back, his fists trembled and clenched, and finally let go little by little, and said in a low voice: "What do you want?"

Click.

The doors open.

Luo Mu stood on the edge of the street, holding on to the car door, and did not look back, but said lightly: "I want you to climb the cliff on your knees, kneel and kowtow three times, and then cut off your left arm in front of me, and I will release your son." ”

Since the right arm is broken, the left arm is also broken!

Hum.

Luo Mu snorted coldly, and sat in the car with Wang Youwei's son, not bothering to look at Wang Youwei again...... Seven years ago, he was an elder of the Tieyang Sect's Martial Sect, and now that he has returned to Jiangnan Province, he is already an Elder of the Tieyang Sect's Martial Sect.

"Damn it!"

"Luo Mu!"

Wang Youwei stared at the car as if it were burning with fire, and drove away from the street, but he never made a move because of his son's life. It wasn't until the car disappeared at the end of the street that it collapsed to the ground.

The breeze is blowing, and the spring sun seems to be cold.

Around the street, many pedestrians whispered.

"Alas. ”

Wang Youwei covered his face and sighed.

The grievances of seven years ago, he no longer wants to be entangled in right and wrong. But now, Luo Mu is actually using his son as a blackmail target.

"What should I do?"

"I am a defense organization, Luo Mu doesn't dare to kill me, but my son is just a relative of the defense organization, if something happens, the investigation is limited, and Luo Mu can't be afraid at all. Wang Youwei seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden, and walked back to the teahouse with staggering steps.

Rushing.

Wang Youwei made a cup of tea and took a sip.

What if he cut off his left arm, but Luo Mu still didn't let go of his son? With Luo Mu's cruel and hateful attitude, coupled with his wolf-hearted and treacherous past experience, Wang Youwei couldn't guess Luo Mu's true thoughts!

"No, I can't. ”

"I can't trust the Roman. If he can save his son, it is nothing to cut off his left arm. But if he breaks his arm, he can't save his son...... It seems that I can only ask Han Dong for help. ”

After muttering a few words, he took a breath.

As a matter of fact.

As early as February this year, Han Dong had officially separated from the 19th establishment, because Han Dong's level of force had gone beyond the scope of the military general's establishment.

But the question is, is Han Dong willing to help himself?

"Na Luo Mugui is a median martial sect realm. ”

"And not only that, he is also the Martial Sect Elder of the Tieyang Sect. I'm afraid no one wants to offend Luo Mu for the sake of me, a cripple. Thinking of this, Wang Youwei's face became a little older.

After his right arm disappeared, his force was drastically reduced.

Friends who were originally familiar with each other have already alienated themselves and are no longer enthusiastic. The world of martial arts uses force as the benchmark for everything, but it's not just talk.

"Forget it. ”

"Fight for it. ”

Wang Youwei sat in the teahouse cubicle, pulled the wooden door of the cubicle, and dialed Han Dong's mobile phone number with the palm of his hand.

Doodle.

The phone is on the move.

Doodle.

There are no undulating tones, as if a century is long.

Wang Youwei held his mobile phone tremblingly, his eyes were slightly red, and he waited nervously and anxiously, but no one answered, and he couldn't help but feel lonely.

Immediately after that, there was a voice coming out of the microphone: "The number you dialed is not there for the time being-"

Click.

Hang up.

The mobile phone rested lightly on the tea table, Wang Youwei covered his face, and sighed in dismay.

He just felt confused and helpless, and he didn't blame Han Dong. After breaking his arm, there is no hope for the Martial Sect Realm in this life, and it is normal for people to alienate themselves...... Besides, when they fought together, the relationship between the two was not too familiar.

"Alas. ”

Wang Youwei sighed and got up slowly.

He searched for a while, took out a pack of cigarettes that had been on hold for a long time, lit one, and sat down in place in despair, feeling only a mess in his mind.

Maybe he can only gamble.

Bet on Luo Mu to let his son go.

A cigarette ...... Two cigarette ...... Until the third cigarette was lit, the mobile phone resting on the table vibrated suddenly, and the number on the screen was displayed as coming from Han Dong.

"Team Leader Wang?"

Han Dong's voice came out of the microphone.

Wang Youwei almost thought that he had heard it wrong, hurriedly extinguished his cigarette, held his mobile phone in both palms, and did not dare to speak after hesitation.

"Team Leader Wang, what's wrong?" Han Dong asked, and there was a girl's crisp laughter next to him, probably playing.

"Han, Han Dong. Wang Youwei's voice was extremely difficult, and he concisely narrated it, and then stared at the mobile phone microphone with great anxiety, as if he was waiting for the verdict to be announced.

No way.

He could only turn to Han Dong for help. The acquaintances over the years, at most, are the middle martial arts, plus the estrangement after the broken arm...... Wang Youwei didn't think about it anymore and waited for Han Dong's response.

Immediately.

Han Dong, who was on the other side of the phone, chuckled lightly: "Team Leader Wang, don't worry, you don't need to wait until tomorrow evening—I'll set off immediately and head to the Tieyang Sect." ”

"What?" Wang Youwei was overjoyed, and then reminded: "Han, Han Dong, don't be impulsive, let's discuss it with Luo Mu." He is an elder of the Tieyang Sect, and perhaps someone else from the Tieyang Sect will come forward to stop him. ”

He was worried, and Han Dong's clear voice came from the microphone.

"It doesn't matter. ”

"It's useless for anyone to come—personal enmity is personal vendetta, how can blood relatives be implicated? If Luo Mu doesn't hand over your son, I will slap him to death. ”