"People, as long as they can live, what's the use of asking for face?"

Just when Liu Li despised the iron beetle and was shameless, an ethereal voice suddenly sounded and appeared directly in his mind. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was in a trance for a moment, and then, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Just because of the voice that suddenly sounded in his head, he was in a small trance, and because of that little trance, now he has worn it in a daze.

Pierced to one of his past lives.

In that previous life, his name was no longer Liu Li, but Li Qingfeng.

Li Qingfeng is an invincible swordsman, the second leader of the "Zhige Alliance", once invincible, once responded to every call.

But when Liu Li passed through in a trance, he was a death row prisoner lying in a prisoner car.

"People, as long as they can live, what's the use of asking for face?"

The voice that was still ethereal before sounded again, but it was Liu Li's own muttering in his mouth.

Oh, the current Liu Li is no longer Liu Li, but his previous life, Li Qingfeng.

In just a moment, he completely obtained the memory that belonged to Li Qingfeng, and naturally regarded himself as Li Qingfeng, temporarily forgetting that he should have been called Liu Li, and he was facing an elegant iron foot water biao.

With Li Qingfeng's muttering, "Knock knock ......", there was a clear and dull drum sound, monotonous, depressed, and a sound of percussion like a heart, making people's chest tightness and shortness of breath, making people's heart cavities tight and temples swelling.

Li Qingfeng lay motionless in the prison car, just listening quietly, listening to the drumbeat, listening to the steady heartbeat, listening to the long breathing, and listening to his own muttering that was hidden by the drum.

He didn't open his eyes, and it was in vain to open them, because he was wearing a black cloth cover on his head, and the prisoner car was covered with a black cloak, and he was really blind, what else could he see?

The sound of the drum suddenly stopped, and the sound of "whirring" seemed to uncover the black canopy of the prisoner car, and the sound of "grid" opened the big lock of the prisoner car, and there was a sudden silence in the ears, and then there was a commotion, thinking that it was the people who were "watching the ceremony" who were clamoring.

It is no wonder that if they want to kill the second leader of the "Zhige Alliance" to correct the law and discipline, the onlookers of the soy sauce party cannot see the true face of this traitor and traitor who kills people like a knife and has no three tricks, and is known as the "blood knife".

His ears fluttered slightly in the hood, and Li Qingfeng caught two familiar voices in the noise, they were Ying Han of the "Fighting Sword" and Tiesuo of the "Nine Consecutive Rings", the brothers who came from the "Yixin Dao" with him, and now sat in the ninth and twelfth positions of the Ge Alliance.

Sure enough, it's coming, it's really coming.

Li Qingfeng sighed softly in his heart, why come, why bother?

Robbing the Dharma field, nine deaths and one life, this is obviously a trap, a trap, to use my lamp to lure you moths to fight fire.

Coming out of the prison, a group of seven prisoner cars, not to mention the ironclad sanitation, are all covered with cloaks, just for fear that something will happen halfway and can't wipe you out, how can you not see how you can't understand, why do you still have to throw yourself into the net and fight hard?

The drum beat again, his arms tightened, Li Qingfeng was lifted up by two big hands, one left and one right, his head hung down softly, and his feet were weakly dragged behind him, allowing the two big men to drag him out of the prison cart and drag him to the guillotine.

He knew he was looking ugly, like a dog with his backbone drained, or a dead man with only one breath left, but what could he do?

The symptoms of broken cartilage and tendons are like this, damn drugs and anesthetics, he knows it, and his brother knows it, but he can't solve it, he can't prevent it, and he can't even hide from it.

If it weren't for it, how could he have lost so many brothers, and how could he have ended up in this field?

The hands holding the left and right hands were released, Li Qingfeng fell weakly, his head rested on the life-breaking stone, although he was separated by a layer of cloth, he still felt the cold to the bone.

Perhaps, that is the body temperature of the Grim Reaper?

The drumming stopped, and one hand ripped off his hood and grabbed him by the hair to make him raise his head.

There was silence all around, Li Qingfeng opened his eyes, his stagnant gaze swept from left to right in the crowd ten zhang away, unfamiliar faces, familiar eyes, it was indeed here, his brothers who were born and died, like-minded friends and friends, all changed their appearances and mixed in the crowd.

"Seven Evils" Di Blood, "Wind and Thunder" Leiyin Temple, "Meteor Shower" Xue Feimeng, "Wild Wave Sword" Hu Sanjiang, "Seven Leaves and Seven Colors of Lotus" He Qishu, Ying Han, Shi Tiesuo, and the Zhige Alliance are considered to be elite.

The big boss Yang Wuxing, the chief military division is thousands of threads, the third master is the white lotus, and the fourth master Gu Panhao, although these important people are gone, they are by no means uncoming, but they are better at hiding and restraining and did not let him see through it at a glance.

How can a gathering of heroes be without a leader?

Li Qingfeng's gaze did not linger, and slowly swept through the crowd and then fell into the distant sky, staring at the floating clouds.

He knew that if his gaze stopped on anyone's face for a moment, that person would become his comrade, become a key criminal in the court, and become an anti-thief and rebel, who knew how many eagles and dogs were ambushed in that crowd, and how many murderous intentions were hidden!

It's just that as the second leader of the Zhigo Alliance, how can he let his brother jump into the fire pit without saying anything?

Li Qingfeng opened his mouth with difficulty, and spit out four words that weighed more than a thousand pounds: "There is a traitor, withdraw!" ”

This was a warning, this was an order, and although the well-timed drum beat engulfed the faint sound, Li Qingfeng had no doubt about the delivery of his message.

As the most prestigious rebel army today, the Zhige Alliance was formed by the alliance of several anti-imperialist organizations such as "Iron and Blood Society", "Listening to the Rain Building", "Yixin Dao", "Snow Lotus Lake", and "Jiangshan Dream".

Skills that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve, such as looking at the shape of the mouth and distinguishing the voice, are just small skills of carving insects here, and they are not worth it.

The drums sounded earth-shattering, and the hand that grabbed Li Qingfeng's hair was released, and he struggled to make himself no longer soften, but stubbornly raised his head and puffed up his chest.

Already doing your best, isn't it?

Who in the Zhige Alliance doesn't know that Li Qingfeng cherishes words like gold, and who doesn't know that every word he says has the same weight as his knife?

He said that "if there is a mole", there must be a mole, and if he calls "withdraw", there must be a reason to let it be withdrawn!

That's right, traitor, this is the root of the repeated failures of the Zhige Alliance in recent years, this is the reason why the cartilage is broken and the tendons are scattered, and this is the explanation why Li Qingfeng assassinated the generalissimo of the imperial army and was captured.

Otherwise, with his kung fu, even if he misses the assassination, escaping will not be a problem at all.

He had a faint uneasiness for a long time, and the people who persuaded him to surrender confirmed his worries, how could today's Dharma field ask and behead, how could it be a simple example of killing chickens and monkeys, how could he not "withdraw" but follow the moth to put out the fire? (To be continued.) )