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After Xue Mozi, a big hand stretched out and clamped the front of the dagger impartially, wanting to break the dagger, but it was unexpectedly hard, and the sharp edge cut a wound between Yan Hai's fingers, and subconsciously retracted his hand, while Lang Hatian continued to advance, colliding with the short knife that popped out of Yan Hai's cuffs. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Ka!"

A gap was made on the side of the knife, Yan Hai's eyes hurt a little, and he hurriedly took the knife back, distanced himself from Lang Hattian, and carefully stroked the gap of the knife. Lang hattian also hesitated, looked at Yan Hai's behavior inexplicably, and looked at the knife. The knife is very old, the edge of the blade is even a little dark, it should be some years, the handle is wrapped in a few circles of cloth, and the workmanship is slightly rough, even if it is an antique, it feels worthless, such a knife, why is he distressed? The dagger in Lang Hatian's hand is horizontal in front of his chest, quickly shortening the distance between himself and the other party, and stabbing at close range, Yan Hai always stared at the knife, his head was not raised, and his other hand opened again to grasp the dagger. Come on, then I'll cut you again!" Lang Hatian thought to himself.

It was about to meet, the hand passed through the eternal snow mist, instantly dyed crimson, the surrounding snow evaporated at this moment, two fingers clamped the tip of the dagger, even it began to redden, a little force, the dagger bent, Lang hated the sky in a daze, withdrew it, felt the hot red on it, and felt a burst of consternation in his heart.

This is, the power of fire!

The hand was still burning in the blood mist, burning everything it touched. Yan Hai defended and attacked, grabbing Lang Hatian's arm, he desperately dodged backwards, fortunately he was not frightened. "Thorn", one of Lang Hatian's sleeves was ripped off, and the forearm of his left hand was exposed. Half of the cuffs were turned into ashes by Yan Hai's palm in the blink of an eye. Yan Hai walked towards him, and with a wave of his hand, he once again dispelled a white mist. Anyway, he was going to kill this kid, and the fiery red hand, like the hook and sickle of death, cut at Lang's hated soul. He didn't know what to do, and his whole body trembled in the face of the approaching heat.

"Click", on his left arm, the rain flower stone on the bracelet collided and made a slight sound, Lang hated the sky and had no time to take care of it, but it disturbed Yan Hai's heart, he looked at the sound of the sound, his expression was stunned, and then he was puzzled, and the outstretched hand also stopped.

"No, you're not an outsider. Yan Hai stared at the bracelet and thought for a long time. Lang hattian didn't know what he was thinking, but in the end, the situation in front of him was in his favor, and he didn't forget his purpose, which gave him the last shred of courage at this time. "Hurry up and let my grandfather go!"

Yan Hai didn't get angry easily after hearing it this time, "I think you are mistaken, I didn't arrest your grandfather, the sack is just some outsiders, there is no need to wronged me for them, the locals should unite as one, do you understand?" He believed that he was not mistaken, the method of the rain flower stone bracelet on Lang Hattian's wrist was not known to many people in the local area, most of them were elderly people, and they would never be taught to outsiders, so he judged that Lang Hattian must be the grandson of a local old man. "It's such a cold day, hurry up and look elsewhere, maybe your grandfather will come home a long time ago, don't hinder me anymore." Yan Hai turned around and walked to the sack on the ground, the people in it were probably frozen.

"Hmph, are you listening to others, I said, let go of my grandfather!" Yan Hai's previous words Lang Hatian didn't hear it in his ears at all, and he didn't know why he suddenly changed his mind unusually, and his response was a dagger. Hearing the creaking footsteps behind him getting closer and closer to him, Yan Hai sneered. "Nonsense!" he flashed very easily, raised his hand and pushed it, and Lang Hatian lay on the ground, "If you want to die, you shouldn't die here, if you want to kill, just kill those outsiders, wretched, hum!" Yan Hai wanted to grab Lang Hatian's collar, but grabbed the burden on his back. Everything was spilled out, scattered to the ground, money, clothes, a few pieces of dry food, and the picture.

As soon as the wind blew, the painting was halfway unfolded, but it was soon covered with snow, Yan Hai looked at the scattered items that fell on the ground a little helplessly, and when he saw the painting, his eyes couldn't help but pause on it, he began to be curious, and walked towards the painting. "Bah, bah!" Lang Hatian plunged into the snowdrift at first, shaking his sore arms and slowly standing up, but when he turned around, he saw Yan Hai holding one end of the scroll in one hand, and the other end hanging down, the whole painting unfolded, looking at the portrait blankly, the whole person was in a trance, and his body slowly began to shake. Seeing this, Lang hated Tianxin and suddenly raised his throat, as if the scene of the painting being burned was about to appear in front of him in the next moment, if there was no this painting, then his last memory of his mother would 。。。。。。

"No!! put it down, you bastard!" His hand reached into the snow and felt the bent dagger, I don't know where the strength came from, the whole person jumped up, and threw himself towards Yan Hai who was in a trance, and the dagger was fiercely inserted into the opponent's back. "Ah!!" The sudden pain made Yan Hai scream suddenly, the hand holding the scroll let go, he lay on his side on the ground, holding his head with both hands, his eyes were still firmly fixed on the unfolding painting on the ground, his body was sometimes shaking, sometimes swaying back and forth, when he saw the woman in the painting, he was no longer so calm. "It's not wrong, that's her, that's the portrait of Sister Wenwan, but how could it be... How can you have 。。。。。。 No, you're not a local, who are you!" Yan Hai's gaze looked at Lang Hatian, and his eyes were already red at some point, as if they were about to burst into flames. Lang hattian was frightened by his roar, and sat on the ground, trembling, not knowing what to say. Yan Hai's gaze continued to look at the portrait, and the memories related to it in his mind erupted uncontrollably, and the pain in his back made his heart collapse in confusion. His whole body began to turn red, and the scorching air flow rushed towards Lang Hatian, he began to panic, looking at the abruptly changing Yan Hai, half of his face became hideous, his body was larger than before, his clothes were bursting open, and there were flames surging up and down his body, like a mongrel demon.

Yan Hai couldn't control himself anymore, and tried hard to suppress the emotions in his heart, but it backfired, and that memory involuntarily whipped his heart. "You... How can there be her paintings, what is the relationship between you and her, you... If you don't say it, I'll kill you, ahhh!!h Where are you, answer me!!" Lang hattian was so scared that he couldn't speak, but Yan Hai was even more afraid than him, he wanted to take a closer look at the painting, but the heat on his body made it possible for him to be burned by himself as soon as he approached the painting, which made his heart more painful, and the more uncontrollable his emotions became. He stood up and faced Lang Hatian, wanting to kill him, but the last bit of reason in his heart did not let him start, about the relationship between Lang Hatian and this painting, Yan Hai's mind instantly flashed many possibilities. Looking up to the sky with a long roar, in order to protect the scroll, he finally chose to leave, and the fiery red figure ran and jumped in the snowy night, far away, and disappeared into Lang Hatian's field of vision. He was finally relieved, dragged his tired body, walked over and collected the scroll, and then ran to the sack, opened it, and saw that there were only three strangers inside, and a basin of cold water was poured on his heart again. "Grandpa, where the hell have you been。。。。。。 ”

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