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Hanyao opened the door, and a drunk man lay outside the door. He was filthy and holding a jar of wine in his hands. The smell of wine made Han Yao frown slightly.

Outside the door was Ye Weiyang.

She couldn't help but think of what he said, and she didn't wake him up, nor did she have an expression, she just grabbed the wine jar beside Ye Weiyang and drank it herself.

Ye Weiyang woke up, and he looked at the cold kiln with a little confusion in his eyes.

Han Yao said: "What about the black teeth?"

"Dead. It's all dead!" Ye Weiyang's eyes were a little red, but he still didn't cry. His tears had long since dried up.

Hanyao sighed, but didn't speak.

Ye Weiyang said: "You know. ”

Han Yao said: "What do you know?"

Ye Weiyang groaned for a moment and said, "The origin of the black tooth." ”

Han Yao was stunned for a moment and nodded slowly.

Ye Weiyang stood up abruptly and roared, "Why are you still standing here when you know that your biological brother is going to kill your father?"

Han Yao's eyes instantly turned cold, and he said coldly: "I hope you know that he is not my father!"

Ye Weiyang snatched the wine jar of the cold kiln again, turned around and left.

Hanyao asked, "Where are you going?"

Ye Weiyang said: "Go home." ”

Han Yao said: "You won't help me?"

Ye Weiyang paused for a moment and said, "I'd rather lose my trust to others than get involved in your affairs." Besides, my mission is to kill you, and I helped you before, just for the sake of Night Wind's face. And I don't know how many more people will die at my hands. ”

He staggered along, and said drunkly, "For Luo Youming's sake." I'm not going to kill you. ”

Han Yao said: "You can't go. ”

Ye Weiyang turned his head and said with a smile: "You want to kill me?"

Han Yao nodded heavily, and with a wave of her palm, dozens of black shadows suddenly surrounded Ye Weiyang. Surrounded him. There were several steel knives already around his neck.

Ye Weiyang looked at these assassins, and actually looked up to the sky and laughed, "This is the capital to prepare to kill Luo Netherworld?

Han Yao looked calm and said, "At least it's not a problem to kill you." ”

Ye Weiyang laughed again, as if he didn't see the steel knife around his neck at all, and stretched his neck and drank a few sips of wine. As the Adam's apple rolled, it was cut by a sharp blade with a bloody mark.

He said: "Luo Youming is really miserable. Not only is he facing his daughter and Tianfu, but he also has a son who wants to kill him. If he knew, he didn't know what his expression would be. ”

Han Yao said coldly: "You still care about yourself." ”

Ye Weiyang smiled: "You know what?"

Han Yao said: "What do you know?"

Ye Weiyang said slowly: "Never threaten a madman. Especially a madman who is not afraid of death!"

Before he finished speaking, several black-clothed people surrounded by Ye Weiyang had already flown out. His neck was covered in blood, but there was no fatal knife wound!

"Up!" Han Yao gave an order, and dozens of people hugged him together.

Ye Weiyang's footsteps began to be illusory, and he dodged in a few moments, and he had already protruded from under their feet.

When Ye Weiyang's figure reappeared, it was on the roof.

Along with him was a long sword. It was the sword of the cold kiln.

The cold voice sounded from behind Ye Weiyang, "I have to say, you are indeed fast." But it's not a quick escape. ”

The sword in his chest had already been lit in front of Ye Weiyang's heart, and the long sword of the cold kiln stabbed.

In an instant, while Ye Weiyang's body retreated, his body was slightly tilted, and the blade of the sword pierced through the clothes on his chest, slashing on his chest, staining his clothes red.

Ye Weiyang gritted his teeth and punched towards the face door of the cold kiln. Han Yao also stretched out his palm in an instant, blocking Ye Weiyang's punch.

Ye Weiyang's face was dark, and suddenly, a short sword shot out from his bracer.

Han Yao's eyes tightened, his head tilted almost reflexively, and the short sword that suddenly flew out rubbed against Han Yao's cheek and fixed on the wall behind him.

Assassins are always so despicable! Ye Weiyang is the best of them.

That is, at the same time as the short sword shot just now, Ye Weiyang moved. He rolled over and reached the back of the cold kiln. The palm of his hand flipped over, and a dagger was held in the palm of his hand, stabbing at Han Yao's shoulder blade.

Han Yao didn't even look at it, nor did he turn around, but the long sword was raised backwards.

Ye Weiyang succeeded. The cold kiln also succeeded.

The dagger successfully plunged into the shoulder blade of the cold kiln, and the arm of the cold kiln can be said to be temporarily useless. But at the same time, Hanyao's sword stabbed into Ye Weiyang's chest. It's a pity that it didn't pierce the heart.

"Poof...... both of them drew their weapons at the same time, and blood splattered out.

Han Yao's arm drooped weakly, and blood kept dripping.

Ye Weiyang retreated again and again, and spewed out a mouthful of bloody arrows.

Han Yao's eyes stared at Ye Weiyang, and said fiercely: "Up, kill...... Kill him!"

Several people around paused when they heard Han Yao's words. They made a choice, the only one that violated the orders of the cold kiln.

They have always recognized the cold kiln and said the same. But this time they didn't do what the kiln wanted.

They stepped forward to hold the kiln and check on the kiln's injuries.

It was also this opportunity that Ye Weiyang successfully escaped.

……

In a no-man's alley.

Ye Weiyang leaned against the wall, lying in a pool of blood. Even though he deliberately changed his posture to slow down his blood circulation, the blood in his chest kept pouring outward.

He kept the sword, but the cold kiln didn't.

He didn't have the internal strength to heal himself, so he had to endure the pain, tear his clothes into strips of cloth, and simply wrap them around his body. Although there is some powerlessness, it still has some effect.

By the time he had done that, it was getting late. His face was pale and weak, large drops of sweat flowed and dried by the cold wind, his whole body was slimy, and his solidified hair was messily draped over his shoulders.

He looked up feebly, but saw a figure on the roof not far away.

It's Xiaofeng.

He smiled helplessly, thinking that Han Yao had given an order to kill him. And Xiaofeng probably found him right now, but he didn't make a move. She waited for Ye Weiyang to bandage her wounds.

He didn't want to move, it hurt, he was tired. The feeling of weakness kept hitting his brain, and he wanted to get a good night's sleep.

Xiaofeng approached him and asked, "What's wrong with you?" She didn't understand why Ye Weiyang suddenly betrayed them.

Ye Weiyang smiled and didn't speak. did not persuade Xiaofeng to stop. He knew that everyone had their own choice, and since Xiaofeng wanted to assassinate Luo Netherworld like Han Yao to take revenge, then he would not regret it.

After all, not everyone is as cowardly as he is!

Xiao Feng didn't kill him immediately, and it was impossible for him to escape, with his current condition, he could only be regarded as a grasshopper that Xiao Feng could kill at will.

The two walked into an inn and drank unscrupulously at night. He started his old alcoholism again. The only difference is that this time he drinks because of his inner emotions.

This is already the most terrible for a killer. Because the most taboo thing for killers is the derivation of emotions. That will only affect the judgment of a good killer.

Xiaofeng smiled and said, "Do you know why I didn't kill you?"

Ye Weiyang still drinks.

Xiao Feng continued to laugh to himself: "You must not guess, I am Luo Youming's subordinate. ”

In the same tone, Ye Weiyang stopped and looked at Xiaofeng with a shocked expression.

Xiaofeng said: "You heard it right, I am a spy from Luo Youming who came to explore the cold kiln. What you have done, Luo Yin is very clear!"

"You must also know that Hanyao is the daughter of Luo Youming. Luo Youying sent me to keep an eye on the cold kiln, and as for you, he already knew your identity. The reason why you can survive until now is because you still have use value. Luo Netherworld wants to use you to persuade the cold kiln to stop. Everything about you is under his control!"

Ye Weiyang shook his head in shock and said numbly: "No, it's impossible." ”

Xiao Feng still didn't care, and said with a smile: "Otherwise, do you think that you can successfully sneak into Luojiabao with this little trick? Luo Youming will tell you about him and his daughter so easily, and let you go out to live every day? Maybe you don't know that anyone who takes refuge in Luojiabao can only live in Luojiabao." And you're an exception, don't you understand?"

Xiaofeng's words were very soft, very slow, and very soft.

Ye Weiyang seemed to hear the devil's cry, which made his scalp tingle. He didn't dare to listen to it anymore, but he didn't expect to go around and around, he was just a clown jumping off the beam?

"Goo, goo......" he picked up the can and drank it up, the hot liquor washing his mouth.

He felt pathetic, pathetic, pathetic!

Xiaofeng just looked at him, and she didn't move the many meals she ordered at the table, only a man drinking and a woman watching the man drink.

……

Following.

He woke up at night and opened his eyes suddenly. His first thought was not whether he was dead or not, but that he vomited.

All the things I spit out were water, and after a while, I finally came to my senses. Only then did he notice that he was lying on a bed at some point.

The wound on the upper body, which was originally bandaged randomly, is also much better. Because now it has been replaced with white gauze wrapped around the body. There is also a faint fragrance of ointment under the gauze.

Ye Weiyang stared blankly at the red gauze on his chest, and shook his swollen and aching head vigorously. Although it hurt, I managed to stand up. The clothes on his upper body were long gone, and he walked out of the house naked with his upper body.

It's an inn, and he's almost forgotten about yesterday, so he doesn't have the slightest impression of this hotel. As for Xiaofeng, there is no trace of it.

At this time, an innkeeper came over, still holding steamed buns and hot soup in his hands. It was said that a woman had paid him.

Nor procrastinating, he hadn't eaten in days. The gods should be hungry too. I took the breakfast and went back to my room.

When he finished eating, the door opened. A beautiful woman walked in.

Ye Weiyang raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes darkened, and he didn't even dare to look at her. He tried to find a crack in the ground to get into, but he didn't have the face to look at her.

That's right, the person who came in was Xiao Ming. In this world, only Xiao Ming can find him at any time.

Xiao Ming saw him without any expression, and she said, "You are so embarrassed!"

Ye Weiyang's head lowered, "I don't want to kill her." ”

Xiao Ming's eyes were so cold that he couldn't breathe, and finally she said, "You can stop." ”

Ye Weiyang's body shook suddenly, and he would feel ridiculous when others said this, even Luo Youming. But this sentence was said by Xiao Ming, so he could really stop doing it.

He quietly waited for the death that Xiao Ming gave him.

Xiao Ming touched Ye Weiyang's head and said, "I'll ask you for one last thing." When that's over, you'll be free. After all, you've grown up......"

Ye Weiyang didn't speak, he knew that maybe this last thing was impossible to accomplish. Otherwise, Xiao Ming would not let go of a cash cow so easily.

Xiao Ming handed him a note.

He opened it, and just by looking at it, his whole body shook.

It reads: Luojiabao, Luoyin!;