It was strong enough to smash a person to pieces, but as soon as the woman's body touched the ground, it bounced like a ball, and her long, smooth and tight legs stretched like a bow. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is full of temptation and danger.

The figure also suddenly glowed with a kind of evil magic, which was like a fire that burned out all the men who longed to touch her.

She walked over with a smile and slowly leaned towards the fire slave, proud and confident.

The fire slave stood motionless, not even raising his hand, as if he was really being controlled.

Until she walked in front of him, she stretched out her smooth jade fingers and gently flicked his chest, and slowly went down along his chest...... Down......

She writhed, gasping coquettishly, "Do you think I'm easy to deal with? I'm a bloody finger," her voice as steady as a spring water, but now it trembled.

For only then she saw the eyes of the fire slave, and there was not even a light in his eyes, but they seemed to be dead.

What color is death, is it dim? No, death is nothing.

She couldn't see any message in his eyes, and that was the scariest thing about it.

She smiled reluctantly, but the smile had stiffened.

The fire slave finally came out of the room, and he came out with blood on his hands, and drop by drop slid down his index finger.

The corners of his lips changed slightly, slowly rising upwards, and finally turned into a cruel smile, muttering: "Blood fingers, hum, I think you are too confident", he laughed disdainfully twice, and took out a handkerchief from his cuff to wipe the blood dry.

The handkerchief sticking to the blood was thrown everywhere, and he couldn't help but sigh and say: "Blind confidence is the deadliest."

He walked along the verdant path all the way forward, and after walking a long distance, he suddenly paused, frowned, thought for a while, and then took out a handkerchief, which seemed to depict something, and the winding handwriting was clearly reflected in his eyes.

He looked at it carefully, and said softly, "Death, I shouldn't be there yet."

According to the Angel's instructions, he should go some distance further now, because judging from the information of the gangsters, Young Master Longxi should be in the inn not far ahead.

But at this moment, the fire slave did not go straight to the inn, but turned back halfway, because he always thought that if he followed the path that others had planned for him, he would probably not be able to come back, and he hated doing things at a glance.

Every time he gets a task, he has to think confidently about it, and think clearly about every detail of the process.

He thinks that this is the safest thing, that other people's plans are often doomed, and that there is no room for error in every mission he has.

Because if you are wrong, you will go to hell.

He was never afraid of death, but he was also not willing to die in the line of duty.

Because this can only prove that he is a man who only has such a little ability, and it is more difficult to accept failure than death.

Success can be shared, and the recipient of failure can only be yourself.

So he walked far, far, far, and far, until it was a little light, and finally stopped at the door of a large gate.

The gates here are all made of rotten wooden planks, and it seems that they all fall apart with a slight push of the hand.

But he stood at the door and hesitated for a long time without entering, and several times gently stretched out his hand and carefully pulled it back.

He took a few deep breaths to stabilize his emotions, slowly mustered up his courage, gently stretched out his hand, and carefully knocked twice on the broken door, one was a little bigger, and the other was too small to be heard.

But there was a quick reaction from inside the door, and suddenly a black figure flashed out, and asked almost inaudibly, "Who is it?"

The fire slave immediately bowed respectfully and said, "The villain wants to meet Lord Long Zhan."

"Who are you?" Lord Long has been retired for a long time, and he doesn't ask about the affairs of the rivers and lakes", this voice seemed to reveal a bit of old age.

Huo Nu still said with great respect: "How dare the villain mention the rivers and lakes, and ask Steward Meng to report."

The old man in the door hesitated for a while, and suddenly there was a "squeak", and the fire slave's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly: "Thank you Steward Meng."

An old man stood in front of him, looked at him fixedly for a few seconds, and said with a kind smile: "It turned out to be a fire slave."

The fire slave's eyes immediately seemed to be on fire, and he said fiercely, "Lord Long Zhan, do you recognize me?"

Long Zhan's thin face was already full of wrinkles, his fingers were thin, and his whole person looked like an ancient tree trunk.

Steward Meng stood beside him, and suddenly he was a little fat.

The old man waved his hand lightly, and Steward Meng hurriedly held the old man's arm.

The fire slave's face suddenly changed color, as if it was covered with a grim sadness, and he said in surprise, "Lord Long, your ...... Are you okay?", he was going to ask if your leg was okay, but he suddenly realized something offended, so he changed his words halfway.

But Long Zhan seemed to understand what he meant, so he laughed busily, blinked and said, "It doesn't matter, I accidentally fell asleep in the pit just now, and when I woke up, I found that my feet were numb, hahaha."

The fire slave looked happy, and a sense of kindness welled up in his heart, and he recovered: "It's great to see Lord Long like this."

Steward Meng supported Long Zhan and walked back slowly, there was only a house in front of him that was more broken than the door panel, Huo Nu couldn't imagine that the shocking Long Zhan actually lived in such a dilapidated house, and he was suddenly a little confused in his heart.

But soon this confusion was dispelled, because he himself was the same, for those who practice martial arts, the more they can be eliminated, the more they can improve, Long Zhan walked without looking back: "Young man, I know you, you are very famous."

When the fire slave heard this, his heart beat wildly, his face flushed with excitement, and he swallowed dryly in his mouth for a while before he barely stabilized, and muttered, "Lord Long is serious."

Long Zhan smiled and said: "Young man, don't be too modest, if you can dominate the world for two consecutive years, that is already the best in the world."

Huo Nu's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Lord Long has a good reputation, but I don't know how it compares to Young Master Longxi."

This sentence was actually abrupt, but Long Zhan only smiled faintly, and said indifferently: "He, he is my son", then turned around, looked at the fire slave, a look of anticipation appeared in his eyes, and said with a faint smile: "Do you want to compete with him?"

The fire slave suddenly shuddered, staring at his eyes and couldn't move, he looked at Long Zhan cautiously again, looking at the old man in front of him who was not amazing.

The old man was still kind, the words just now seemed to be said casually, the fire slave was relieved, he thought about it and wanted to find something to say, but at this time he didn't know what to say, the old man in front of him seemed to have insight into everything in the world.

The old man's footsteps were just about to enter the house, when he suddenly stopped, and sighed lightly: "After all, he is a young man, martial arts and the future are endless, you want to compete with him, it's normal", and then sighed softly: "But now he may not be your opponent."