The tattooed scar man looked at Yang Xiaonan who had fallen, and sighed: "Yes, who would have thought that he would be so difficult, but he finally fell, and since then, there has been no such person as a fake madman in Star City." ”

……

Yang Xiaonan fell and fell into the rubble, his internal organs were fatally damaged, and he kept coughing up blood in his mouth.

"Am I going to die, this is the breath of death," his heart that had been restless all his life gradually calmed down: "I never thought that I, Yang Xiaonan, a dignified fighter against counterfeiting, did not die in the ring of fighting counterfeiting, but was plotted by someone and died at the hands of this slave." ”

"That's it, that's it, that's it, how can life be as you want and ensure perfection?"

Yang Xiaonan's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

In a trance, a light appeared in his eyes, which seemed to be a memory channel, and at the end of the passage was a scene that affected his life, and the center of the picture was the back of a man who stood like a god in the sky.

"God of Martial Arts...... Mr. Zhao, although I have not achieved much in my mediocre life, I have finally lived up to your expectations of me!"

In a trance, he seemed to return to the huge ring in his childhood memories, the earth-shattering battle that changed history. With the sound of footsteps, the god-like figure walked through the passage amid the call of the whole world, and when he walked past Yang Xiaonan, who still looked like a child, he stopped—yes, he heard, he must have heard the sincere blessings and support from a child. He looked back. Ah, that moment was the proudest moment in Yang Xiaonan's life and he kept boasting to others. The god of martial arts stretched out his warm hand and stroked the child's head, smiled and said, Thank you, I believe that you can also become a great martial artist when you grow up.

I'm sure you, too, can be an amazing warrior when you grow up!

In this way, such a short sentence supported Yang Xiaonan's long life.

Revisiting that scene again, Yang Xiaonan was still excited and couldn't say a word, he watched the god of martial arts walk towards the most important battle in his life, and he was also opening his mouth and shouting silently: Ah, Mr. Zhao, how I want to follow you away, how I want to be like you, unparalleled in the world......

The picture flutters. Time passes, the child grows up, matures, gets old, and in a blink of an eye it has been half a life, in this life he keeps searching, constantly pursuing, has hope, has pride, but more is disappointed, is helpless, mediocre and plain as water years wear away his passion, carved wrinkles on his face, in the lonely days he thought of giving up, giving up his ridiculous and unrealistic martial arts road...... But he persevered.

Every sleepless and desperate night, he would think of Mr. Teru, the way he looked at him with a smile.

……

The light has faded, and my life is coming to an end.

Mr. Zhao, I have finally lived up to your expectations of me. ”

In the ruins, Yang Xiaonan had a relieved smile in his mouth and quietly left this world.

The old neighbor, who was the first to find his body, said this to the reporter who rushed to the scene - he smiled like a child as he left.

……

107 in the dormitory.

"The anti-counterfeiting fighter was actually assassinated! Who did it!" Zhan Meng finished reading the mobile phone news and threw the mobile phone on the bed depressedly.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, he died before he left the school, the revolution was not successful, and a good man fell like this. "Weiya is also sorry.

"Actually, I had long expected that the interest group would attack him Yang Xiaonan, but I didn't expect to do it so desperately and assassinate him directly. Ah Cheng said.

"Do you think, this is not the era of peace and technology a few decades ago, it is the era of great martial arts, the rivers and lakes are very chaotic, although the city is calm on the surface, but every night, hunters and thieves are constantly killed. He strode in and said loudly: "I used the people of the family to check, and there are already roughly clues, the person who ambushed Yang Xiaonan is a martial arts gang called the Seven Dragons in Nancheng, and the probability of their behind-the-scenes owner is Zhou Xiaowen." ”

"Is it reliable?"

"My people say that there is a 90% probability, and with my understanding of his professionalism, it is actually equivalent to telling me that the murderer behind the scenes must be Zhou Xiaowen. "I said.

"Zhou Xiaowen!" Zhan Meng was a little indignant.

Many people on the Internet are denouncing Zhou Xiaowen, and many of the disciples who learned kung fu in Zhou Xiaowen's martial arts hall before are no longer silent, and they all jump out to accuse him of fakes. Ah Cheng said.

"Who said that the action of the anti-counterfeiting madman was a failure, he died, and there are tens of millions of descendants, martial arts enthusiasts have consciously participated in the anti-counterfeiting action. He completely admired the sacrificial Yang Xiaonan.

"Come and see, come and see. Weiya suddenly slapped the bed board excitedly.

The four heads hurriedly gathered in a pile.

Zhou Xiaowen started a live broadcast on the live broadcast platform today, he said that he wanted to prove his innocence in front of the majority of netizens, and he said that his martial arts were not fake, so Yang Xiaonan's death had nothing to do with him. ”

Zhan Meng said quickly: "Open the live video and take a look!"

Weiya's fingers connected, switched a few pages, and finally clicked on the live channel of Zhou Xiaowen's personal homepage.

In the background of the picture is the half-cut down empty flower tree lawn of the Qingshi Academy, and a middle-aged greasy man with a short body and a fat head and big ears appears in the center of the video. He was wearing a white shirt, which almost couldn't cover his watermelon-like belly, and he was wearing black trousers, looking dignified. He proudly picked his big nostrils from time to time, and sure enough, it was Zhou Xiaowen.

As soon as Zhou Xiaowen appeared on the stage, the number of netizens who entered the live broadcast room rose wildly, and the barrage kept rolling up, most of them kept scolding Zhou Xiaowen in formation, and some netizens bluntly said that I swiped the gift to make my font bigger and more conspicuous, in order to scold more happily.

Zhan Meng saw that so many netizens were here to shoot bricks, and looking at the comments of Coke, he couldn't help but calm down a lot of Zhou Xiaowen's disgust.

"Dare to broadcast live on Huashuping, isn't he afraid that the dead Huashulin that he cut down will curse him, hum. He scoffed.

Zhan Meng's eyes rolled and he waved his hand: "Brothers, let's go to the scene and see how he does live broadcast." ”

The others readily agreed, and several people streamed out of the dormitory.

Now is the time for classes in many academies, there are not many people around Huashuping, and Zhou Xiaowen also ordered several martial arts students in the second class of martial arts to stay on the side of the road to prevent other curious students from entering Huashuping.