It's snowing. Wang Liefeng looked into the sky, and the white snowflakes fell one after another, like goose feathers in the bedding. Wang Liefeng rarely slept under the quilt, and most of the time in the barracks he was lying in his clothes. Every day's sleep is a cold and hard feeling, but it is able to keep him awake and alive. The snowflakes are cunning, soft and cold, and they cover them unconsciously, and they can kill people to a very small extent. But how can snowflakes kill people, the danger is only what happens in snowy weather.

King Jane seems to be Zhao, he knows. The former king dragged King Jian out to play, King Jian was full of reluctance, and just sat down in the restaurant, because of the allergy to alcohol, he had a rash, and then had difficulty breathing, so frightened that His Royal Highness King Duan quickly asked him to send King Jian back to his home for treatment. His Royal Highness Duanwang's impression of King Jian's "poor health" is based on this, in fact, King Jian is just not breathing, and other places are much better than His Royal Highness Duanwang, although he is young, his kung fu is very good, although the rash has not subsided when he gets home, his body has already run in front, jumped on the eaves in the courtyard of the house, turned his head and smiled at Wang Liefeng: "General Wang, don't send it!"

Wang Liefeng was worried, but he was relieved in his heart, and said, "Is His Royal Highness King Jian okay? If His Royal Highness King Duan is like this, I don't dare to let him run around, he will fall and bloom." ”

Zhao seemed to sneer, simply squatted down on the eaves, and said, "Zhao Ji is not sick, he is sick." Oh, and heart disease can't be said to be unsick. How many doctors have gone to see him, they all say that he has no problem, but he just can't get over the hurdle in his heart, he usually looks fine, but once it comes to things that consume physical strength, he can't do it. It's strange to say, he's not so fat that he can't move, how can he have no talent for martial arts. As he spoke, Zhao rolled his eyes unabashedly.

Wang Liefeng said with a smile: "Everyone has their own strengths, and His Royal Highness King Duan may be better at it in other places, just like His Royal Highness King Jian has the potential to practice martial arts." ”

Zhao Ru looked down at Wang Liefeng, rubbed his face with both hands, and said, "Really, how do I feel that he can't do anything." ”

Wang Liefeng asked, "Don't you like him?"

Zhao Ru pouted and said: "I don't like the weak, and the self-righteous weak." He thought that he was close to me and thought that he could talk to me, so he pressed me with a name bigger than me, and came to play with me all day long, and although I agreed, I didn't like it at all. I hated going out, I hated getting rashes, I hated the dirty air, but he wanted me to do the two most nasty things, and it didn't make sense. He was too naïve, too naïve, too self-righteous. ”

If Zhao Ji knew that Zhao seemed to say this about him, he would probably faint because of heartbreak, Wang Liefeng thought to himself, but he also felt that Zhao seemed to be reasonable, after all, he was often called out by Zhao Ji to play, but he himself was not very disgusted, so he listened softly and asked good-naturedly: "I see, then I will say to His Royal Highness Duan Wang for you, so that he will not look for you in the future?"

"Oh, don't, it's going to ruin the brother's relationship if you say it, right? Don't, you just know it yourself, I'll talk about it casually. Zhao seemed to hurriedly wave his hand and said, "By the way, how do you know that I am good at kung fu and have potential? With a wave of his hand, he almost lost his balance, and his body shook, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Wang Liefeng knew that he understood, but he couldn't say anything, and he wanted to find a step down, so he simply held him and said: "To be able to jump on the eaves, you need explosive power; Who did His Royal Highness King Jian study with?"

Zhao seemed to hear this question, pondered for a while, smiled mysteriously, and said: "This is a secret, General Wang, thank you, see you next time, it's best when there is no Zhao Ji." ”

Wang Liefeng watched him go down from the wall, and he landed not silently, but it was small enough. Speaking of which, King Jian Zhao seems to be two years old at the end of King Zhao Ji, as a prince, he has such superb light skills at such an age-

At least I can save my life when danger comes, right?

Wang Liefeng thought so, but as he passed a dart game near King Jian's mansion, he caught a glimpse of someone sitting there with nothing to do but staring at him, and at the same time, he heard a strange sound, a pop, something suddenly froze, a sharp sound. He had planned to walk quickly on the principle that less was one thing, but before he had taken more than five steps, the sound of the ice was louder and longer, and with the creak of the table, the chair stepped back, the chakra of the floor, and the approaching footsteps.

There was still a short distance from King Jian's mansion, not too far, but it was enough to kill people and bury them in one place silently, and it was handled seamlessly. I just don't know who will die.

Wang Liefeng remembered that when he returned to Bianjing last year, he happened to meet his junior brother, Ye Langxing, the head of the big catcher in Bianjing, and by the way followed him out to watch him handle the case, and on the evening of the Chinese New Year's Eve, in the slum area of Bianjing, an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old boy was cut his throat for no reason on the way home, his head and neck were stabbed multiple times, the arterial veins were completely broken, and blood splattered all over the ground. The murderer was arrested that night, but the purpose of the murder was not vendetta, but simply to kill someone to practice his hands. He is a famous street fighter hooligan on that street, no one dares to take care of it all the year round, Ye Langxing looked very unhappy, hung his head and drank in a sullen voice, and sighed after a while, life is really bitter, all living beings are suffering, but how can this world be dark like this, people have almost no reason to live. - Alas, that's it.

Later, when he met Ye Langxing, Ye Langxing said that he still can't forget the appearance of the young man when he died, the blood was mottled and condensed on the lower half of his face, as if it was coagulated with a layer of brown frost, his blood had dried up, his skin had turned blue-gray, the skin at his ears was almost transparent, his eyes were slightly open, and he had suffered a flying disaster, and he didn't look like he was dying. Wang Liefeng actually didn't forget. The child who died in a disaster is much more innocent than a person who has already realized death on the battlefield, at least there is hope in the child's heart. But his death did not change anything, his parents wept bitterly, and the family collapsed, but it was only a very small matter, and it was not even included in the case file.

There are too many fruitless and endless things in this world, and people are too small and fragile. This unsolvable pain is the nightmare that Ye Langxing can't dissolve.

But Wang Liefeng didn't want to be such a silent sunk person. He stopped, looked back, looked at the man who was following him, and said, "Are you alone?"

The person standing behind Wang Liefeng was not very tall, with a small and slightly elongated face, pale as if he had lost too much blood, his ears were thin and not like a human, his expression was misty as if he was half-asleep, his eyes seemed to be unable to open completely, his lips seemed to be unable to close, he looked a little confused, and a little demented. But there was a murderous aura in his eyes, and Wang Liefeng could see that the violent and terrifying murderous aura that rose into the air flew out of his body and landed on the two delicate axes in his hands.

The snowflakes stopped for a moment, and then continued to fall, fluttering and gentle. Snowflakes are the softest and innocent, and snowflakes are ignorant.

The man smiled brightly at him and said, "Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things—"

When he speaks, he is a single person who makes two sounds at the same time: the mouth resonates, producing a clear, metallic high, and the throat is vibrating, holding his breath to violently pound the vocal cords, producing a thick bubble-like dull bass. In this way, as soon as he spoke, it was as if thousands of troops ran by, and several people spoke at the same time, rushing straight into Wang Liefeng's eardrums, extremely old and distant, and the deterrent power was even more outstanding.

Deterrence is a wonderful thing, for vulnerable people, it can make people paralyzed, dare not act rashly, can only sit on the ground and wait for death, and for Wang Liefeng, it is a warning, a precursor to an attack, a flaw enough for him to escape. Therefore, when the strange man said "three lives and all things", Wang Liefeng jumped back, and the strange man's axe flashed with cold light and slashed half into the air. Wang Liefeng immediately turned his head and saw if there were other people in the dart game, for fear that he would be injured by mistake - very good, all the people in the dart game were escorted out or returned to their hometown for the New Year, and there was no one in the empty space, so he rushed into the dart game, only to see that the tables and chairs were scattered and scattered, and the empty and dim daylight was suitable for fighting or dodging.

When Wang Liefeng turned around, he thought that he had suddenly reached the age of eighty and his old eyes were dizzy. He clearly saw that the strange man had become exactly the same two, each with an axe, and walked in his direction, still with sleepy eyes and unclosed lips, and both of them walked into the inn with axes in both hands, and they walked straight up, very persistent and very violent: as soon as they entered the door, they were the first to chop the first table that stood in front of them, because it blocked their way. Sawdust flew like dust, and a huge sound was endless, Wang Liefeng frowned, and said, "Who are you?

He heard four laughs, high and low, and said from the two mouths: "I am the 'Nine Heavens' affiliated to Prime Minister Zhang, and I have come here to wait for you." The Nine Heavens can dismantle you in ten pieces, and there is no place to bury you. We are onefold and twofold, and after a little while, you will be able to see threefold, quadruple, fivefold, sixfold, sevenfold, eightfold...... Don't struggle, poor man, it's best to wait for us to die, otherwise you will die without any beauty, and if you cut it crookedly, you can only chop it into minced meat!

As they spoke, they laughed as if they had been tickled, and let out uncontrollable laughter, their voices trembling as if they were spitting bubbles, which was particularly eerie.

Wang Liefeng realized that dealing with them seemed to be a very tricky matter. His attention was nowhere to be placed, looking at the person on the left, looking at the person on the right, and really couldn't figure out how the other person appeared, and why he looked exactly the same, so he asked sincerely, "Are you twins, or nineplets?"

The left and right people laughed stupidly, their sleepy eyes staring at him, and the four voices were two high and two low, and said at the same time: "Ah——? 'Everyone', what is that? The Nine Heavens are one person and nine people, but whether it is nine people or one person, they will kill you—ah, here, here!"

Their half-open eyes suddenly widened three times, they held the axe tightly, looked at Wang Liefeng, the corners of their mouths rose wildly, and they smiled tremblingly: "Come out, come out, come out-" With his nervous tone, Wang Liefeng saw that their bodies were trembling, and the frequency of trembling was so high that the edges of the entire silhouette of the whole person became blurred, Wang Liefeng tried his best to discern the speed of their shaking with his naked eye, but he couldn't succeed, that is, he couldn't explain what he saw next: at the edge of the blurred outline, another identical body was separated, and the two of them turned into exactly the same four, holding axes and approaching him again, approaching.

When they were only one step away from him, Wang Liefeng understood that he was not dreaming, and that the axe was cut down with the wind, piercing his chest and back, splitting him into several pieces, and throwing four axes into his throat, eyes, temples, and the back of his head, to chop him off to the point where his brain overflowed and put him to death.

But when the axes come, they are also in order.

So when the first axe slashed towards his throat without touching it, Wang Liefeng slammed his wrist with a fist from top to bottom, only to hear the sound of bones breaking, and at the same time he turned around to the other side to get rid of the attack range, and then drove the strength of his arm with his body, twisted the opponent's head hard and twisted it down, and then chuckled: "'Nine Heavens'? Then you can call it one heavy, so that I can count." ”

Ichiju's head hit Mie's shoulder, Mie's arm trembled, and the axe tilted towards Mie's chest; Mie quickly changed his original attack plan, the axe and Mie staggered, and there was a clang, and the blades were much blunt, and the four-e axe split into the air and stuck on the table, and he let out a double roar in anger, pulling the axe out of the table, and slashing it down again, splitting the table to pieces.

When the four of them turned back to find Wang Liefeng, Wang Liefeng had already flashed back to seven steps away, holding down the corner of the table with his hand, and slammed it up, only to hear a loud bang, tables and chairs one after another, one after another, flying towards them, with the momentum of a landslide and tsunami, before a few people reacted, the cracks of the tables and chairs flew towards them, they raised their axes and slashed, the sawdust accompanied by dust rolled up a huge wind wave, which made people's noses itchy and painful, they sneezed and coughed so much that they burst into tears, and the two suddenly looked up vigilantly, and said: "Oh no, the beams are collapsing!"

It turned out that Wang Liefeng found the bearing point of the house, and hit the most vulnerable part of the wall with the flying table, shaking the already crumbling beams on the top of the house, and the beams of the house were pressed down towards them, enough to crush them into pulp!

Wang Liefeng raised his arm and stepped back, retreating to the door of the house. He was breaking out in a cold sweat. He was a little tired, and the long hours of fighting without a break had left him with a slight overdraw. The reason why he didn't quit completely was because there was no place outside to support his body that had nowhere to put it, and he was too tired. He leaned against the edge of the door, but quickly became alert: he felt a tremor that came from the whole room, from where the beams had just collapsed, from directly in front of him.

Wang Liefeng raised his head and saw flying debris dancing wildly in the sky, and there was something behemoth in it, but he couldn't completely see it. He squinted, and suddenly the beam of the house was like a huge rod, pestle towards his body, he couldn't dodge, he was knocked out of the air several feet away in severe pain, blood spurted out of his mouth, he fell to the ground, his trembling arms supported the ground, he couldn't speak for a long time, before he raised his face completely, he heard the voices of a dozen people in front of him, from the inside out, from far to near, demented, emotionless, and accompanied by the shrill chirping of weapons, like a noisy, hovering jackdaw.

That's not good. No matter how painful Wang Liefeng was, he couldn't move, and he didn't want to sit still. He stretched his arms hard, stood up staggeringly, rubbed his head, and looked at the "Nine Heavens" around him with difficulty—they walked around him, everyone looked exactly the same, their stupid expressions were exactly the same, and the sharp axes were exactly the same, they looked at Wang Liefeng with sleepy eyes, each person had two voices, eight people had a total of sixteen voices, and more than a dozen voices opened their mouths together, everything in heaven and earth could be shattered by them to the point of irreversibility, they held an axe in one hand, and carried the beam of the house in the other- If four people can't lift it, it will become eight people, and eight people are enough to use the beam to attack Wang Liefeng. They were laughing, "he" was laughing, and "Nine Heavens" was saying to him Wang Liefeng: "Your strength just now is so great, you are using all your strength." I know. You don't have a weapon, you can't attack us, can you?"

Laughter - the laughter of the "Nine Heavens" echoed in the dart game, as if someone had performed a wonderful show, or told an interesting story, which caused them to laugh so much, they walked around, the axe in their hands shook slightly, shaking Wang Liefeng's already unclear thoughts were even more confused, he lowered his head to think, and an axe swiped at his waist, trying to drag out his stomach and intestines; he raised his head to meet the enemy, and there was an axe behind him and smashed it into the back of his head, trying to smash his head flattened.

His every movement was cut off from somewhere in all directions, so that not once did he succeed in attacking, but only barely defended himself. Several pieces of his clothes were torn off, and they fluttered like snowflakes, which were cold and fierce.