Mu Feng also brought sincerity, and at this time, he bought the best things in people's hearts. [Ran^Text^Library] []

"I take the cold moon, and I can be regarded as a member of the Zhao family, these are what I should do" Zhao Ziyu nodded, "Okay, from now on, the Zhao family will be merged into Tianfeng and fight against Shimen"

When Mu Feng heard this, he was ecstatic, but he felt a little inauthentic in his heart, he had just secretly learned the secret record of the Zhao family of others, and now he was loyal to others. It's just that I have recently been influenced by the thick black science of pastoral style, and in an instant, this little thought was thrown out of the nine skies.

"Brother Zhao, the main task now is to be safe" "We might as well follow Zhao Zheng's heart and have an assassination"

Zhao Ziyu nodded, "Okay..."Although I now know that Zhao Zheng is the person who is married to Shimengou, it does not mean that the other two do not have the heart of a yellow bird.

Zhao Feng is a very funny person, so he is always dressed so gorgeously, his demeanor is always so chic, and he always has a smile on his face, and his eyes exude a faint grandeur, giving people a sharp edge that cannot be ignored.

The Zhao clan is based on the gun road, but there are very few people who have really made some achievements in the gun road, in terms of marksmanship, he Zhao Feng can be ranked in the top three in the Zhao family, even if it is Hebei Province, there must be a place for him in the top ten. He is known as the Wind Gun, he is actually not crazy at all, and he seems to be quite quiet, and he is more like a chilling willow wind to people and things.

The ancestor of the Zhao family once pointed out that it is not difficult to see that Zhao Feng's style of action has a trace of artistic conception of the Tao, and Zhao Feng is only in the golden years of his life at this time, with strength and achievements, so that he has the qualifications to show his edge. However, Zhao Feng's emotions were out of control today, the chill on his body and the coldness in his eyes made people look more like a yin wind, with the cold and viciousness of weathering all living beings.

Zhao Feng is a person who pursues perfection, the gun in his hand was forged by him himself, everything was made for him, the wine he drank was also brewed by himself, everything was concocted for his appetite, so his women, who were also carefully selected by him, thought that he was the center of the universe.

Today, the bodyguard who secretly protected his woman, suddenly came the news that his woman had another man. Could it be that you are getting old? But just the day before yesterday, he had sent that woman to the pinnacle of happiness more than once. Could it be that he has not lost his charm?

Zhao Feng's slender fingers poked out, and although there was no gun in his hand, he did not lose the sharpness of the gun. After the fingers of the "**......" shattered the throats of the two bodyguards, it completely ignited the killing intent in Zhao Feng's heart.

No matter who that man is, he should not be a stain on his life. Zhao Feng appeared in the villa, and a touch of the slanting sun threw this golden house into a layer of blood. It seems to render a layer of scarcity here. Then there was a groan in the room, mixed with gasps, a sound that he was no stranger to, a sound that penetrated deep into his bone marrow and released the impulsive devil in his heart.

With a kick out, the mahogany furniture turned into a pile of broken doors under his feet, as if torn apart by a strong wind. The two people in the hall were not as good as Zhao Feng looked like, but had a smile on their faces after the conspiracy succeeded, mixed with smugness and mockery.

Zhao Feng's heart was cold, from head to toe as if he was immersed in cold water, and then an apocalyptic shadow shrouded Zhao Feng's heart. The sword has no momentum, but the essence, but it has the speed of a meteor outside the sky, and the long sword pierces the heart. Zhao Feng couldn't believe it, he planted it like this

At this moment, he suddenly realized that all of this was a game, a perfect killing game for his character. At this time, a sigh sounded, "You shouldn't come" Zhao Feng has never shown it, but he has always been so confident, he is the first person in the Zhao clan, but now, like everyone else, he died.

Compared with Zhao Feng, Zhao Xiong is an extremely simple person, he doesn't seem to be very enthusiastic about martial arts, beauties, and power, just like a Buddhist believer. His life is monotonous because it is simple, and it should be monotonous so there is a pattern. Now the time of sunset he should be fishing by the river, a state of mind for fishing, not for fishing, plus a trace of river breeze and a cool breeze, which is enough to make people feel like they are looking down on the rivers and lakes.

Zhao Xiong was by the river, but he didn't take the bait, looked at the two people around him, and said lightly, "You two are not the ones who fished, but came to kill me, right!?" ”

The killer was a little surprised, but the absolute strength made the two of them not panic much, "How can you see it?" ”

Zhao Xiong said softly, "Everything in heaven and earth has a spirit, the birds here are no longer singing, and the fish in the river are also shocked, just because the two of them have killing intent in their hearts, murderous intent on their bodies, and blood on their hands."

One of the killers, Leng Jun's face, was replaced with a hint of sympathy, "You are very good, killing you makes me feel more fulfilled" Zhao Xiong smiled lightly, with a hint of tranquility on his face, extremely eye-catching, not sad or happy in his eyes, with a trace of wisdom that sees through the world. At this moment, the two killers didn't find a node that could be used. One of the killers sighed softly, "No wonder when I came, someone told me that you would be the most difficult person in the Zhao clan to kill"

Zhao Xiong didn't say anything, but a voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "Dad save me?" Zhao Xiong is not happy with things, not sad heart mirror was broken, at this time, carefully prepared for him a knife stabbed, no one can describe the demeanor of this knife, as if this is not a murderous move, but a knife dance in general, the starting hand of the knife, there is not much power, fancy? Redundant? There were many flaws, but at the last moment when Zhao Xiong's heart mirror collapsed, the long knife was in the air, and a thousand shadows gathered through Zhao Xiong's throat.

At this time, the killer said softly, "Zhao Ziyu is right, you are very fond of the landscape, and even more so in the past." You don't complain if you lose, after you die once, I hope you can realize it"

Zhao Xiong lives a simple life, so he can't melt sand in his world, and the appearance of these two killers can't escape his eyes at all. The simple life of the present does not mean that there was no wonderful life in the past. That knife was specially prepared by Zhao Xiong, this knife dance was carefully prepared by his daughter on his fortieth birthday, but it was also the last gift that his daughter prepared for him, and finally died of illness.

Therefore, his daughter's cry for help, coupled with this knife dance, brought Zhao Xiong's soul back to that year and that month, just a body, in front of a knife, naturally unable to resist.

On the same day, the two hall masters of the Zhao family were killed one after another, and the killer's terrifying song has completely sounded in Handcheng, who will be next? Who could stop that fateful blow? Whose side is the killer? These questions are precipitated in everyone's mind.