The sun is rising.

"It's time for us to go." The intoxicating man glanced at the not refreshed Beijing again, and there was a little more loneliness on his face, there was no place for him here from beginning to end, even if he stayed for another ten or twenty years, even if he was buried here, this place did not belong to anyone, not to mention his uncertain era passerby.

The thug slightly diǎn diǎn head, took the first step and ordered to go down, a big war is coming.

The rain curtain of four Mercedes-Benz cars entering Beijing is like a beast that can break through a defensive line.

"How long will it take to get to Swallow Pass?" There were only three people in the head car, the back seat was intoxicating, the driver was Shen Yi, and the driver's seat was a thug.

"Half an hour." Shen Yi looked at the navigation and said.

The intoxicating man looked at the time, frowned slightly, and said, "As far as you want." ”

Shen Yi diǎn diǎn diǎn head, slammed on the accelerator and went out, of course, the Mercedes-Benz class behind also followed.

In the Zhao family's teahouse, Zhao Baichuan sat down again from where he was originally sitting, put down the black blade that was already stained with blood, ignored the corpses all over the ground, and began to drink the tea on the table that had been cold for a long, long time.

Zhao Baichuan drank the tea that might have been stained with blood, and his old face seemed to be a little relieved, this scene was far more shocking than the scenes created by the rendering and acting skills of the actors.

Knocking on the table, humming a Peking opera tune, the black blade rested quietly on the table, unsheathed at any time, and saw blood at any time.

Zhao Baichuan is like most retired old people in the community, looking happy, although this scene is a little weird in anyone's eyes.

There seemed to be another movement outside the teahouse, and Zhao Baichuan touched the black blade again, since it was out of the sheath, then it was necessary to make the blood splash happy.

Yu Doujin, who had been quietly watching this qiē without making a move, disappeared at the back door, maybe he had seen the ending of Zhao Baichuan, trembling hands, and when he clenched the black blade again, would there be an ending in one qiē? Or is it a certainty?

Yu Doujin shook his head slightly, feeling that he still couldn't see through it, those things that he thought he could see through had become blurred, and now the only thing he wanted to do was to meet the man, he wanted to see from Zhao Kuanglan that he had always wanted to -dǐng-diǎn-小-say, .♀.↘os_ (); 's answer, even this answer Zhao Baichuan never gave him anything.

Swallow Pass, the first rays of sunlight shine between the mountains, but there is only irony.

"Hey, would you like to try it?" The old clam took off his shirt, shirtless, revealing his terrifying muscles, and looked at this bear provocatively, and he was also this unstoppable man.

The bear stopped and continued to ravage an elite of the White Dragon Chamber of Commerce in his hand, moved his gaze to the old clembo, and sneered: "Just you? ”

"What about another one of me?" A man who was larger than Lao Beng appeared next to Lao Beng, his huge chest muscles seemed to be about to break through the tights, and his two fists were covered with sharp fists, and the silver-white fists were stained with a faint bloodstain, and he didn't look like an ordinary horror.

This man's name is Ding Shishan, one of the eight directors, completely relying on a pair of fists to get to the top, and he is also the most brilliant one among the eight directors, of course, everything he does belongs to black work, it can be said that no one in Beijing wants to deal with Ding Shishan, because this man has too much innocent blood on his hands.

The bear looked at the two guys in front of him, and the momentum on his body was obviously not at the same level as these miscellaneous fish, and he squinted slightly, like a bear staring at his prey.

There are no symptoms, and it is not a bear that steps out, nor an old mussel, but Ding Shishan, although this bear's figure is already burly to the extreme, but Ding Shishan's height of nine meters plus body is not made of paper.

The bear didn't move, just raised his fist, and his movements were very slow, as if he was accumulating strength, and his movements were ridiculous, like a clumsy bear.

Even the old mussel who was temporarily watching the battle felt that something was wrong, although the body of this bear was arrogant enough, but the tricks on the body were not flower fists and embroidered legs, at least it was a standard practitioner, revealing such a flaw, there must be a demon when things are impermanent, but think about this bear's only weapon is only a fist, which also makes the old mussel not too vigilant, the fist and the fist worn by Ding Shishan, but two concepts, although the bear's fist will be fatal to a normal person, but it hits Ding Shishan, who exercises madly almost every day, It shouldn't have much effect.

"It's really looking for death." Ding Shishan said coldly, feeling that the bear's movements were ridiculous.

The fist touched the fist, and Ding Shishan's originally somewhat hideous face became even more hideous, as if a qiē had succeeded, and another fist stabbed straight into the heart of the bear, maybe this is an invincible guy, but the body will never be beaten with iron, everyone is made of meat, a head, a heart.

"Be careful." Lao Beng had just said half of it, and a heavy punch with no charge fell on Ding Shishan's stomach like this, extremely arrogant, extremely arrogant, as if a punch had drained Ding Shishan's whole body.

Ding Shishan's fist froze in mid-air, and his body trembled a little imperceptibly.

The bear slowly withdrew the fist that had been pierced by the fist, only its eyelids jumped, and the bloody fist slammed into the neck of Ding Shishan, who was unable to resist.

Ding Shishank fell, completely out of breath, and he didn't even know what he had lost, but he still lost, and he lost completely, and there was no room to refute in this life.

The reality is so cruel, always screwing people to death.

Lao Beng looked at this scene blankly, and when he looked at this bear again, it seemed that he was looking at a killing god, which was not at the same level at all.

At this time, the bear was also looking down at himself, and at this moment, the old clam actually tasted the taste of death, and this suffocating suppression made the old clam even forget his most instinctive reaction.

"This little friend, let the old man play with you." Just when Lao Beng felt that he could not escape death, an old man who had reached his twilight years but was still extremely burly stood in front of Lao Beng.

Zhou Kuizhi, a young man who was supported by the second Chu Overlord, although he has reached this age, it is still easy to do some jaw-dropping things with his bare hands.

The bear's expression was a little more solemn, and it was completely different from the eyes of Ding Shijiao and Lao Beng who had just fought against him, and his legs slowly opened and put on a posture.

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of heavy rain hitting the land was disgusting, and the two of them were like this, one left and one right, their bodies tense like a bow, an arrow ready to be fired.

At the Swallow Pass, the two convoys converged.

The Xia family team and the Hundred Ghosts night team.

The high beams illuminated the rain curtain, and the first person to get out of the car was a dog leg of the Xia family, who hurriedly held up an umbrella and carefully blocked the rain for Xia Changshou, Xia Changshou got out of the car expressionlessly, and beside him was the tall old man and the short old man.

There are only about 20 people in the four Mercedes-Benz classes, led by the drunken leader of the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, followed by thugs and others, all of whom are not fierce and evil, but there is a murderous aura on their bodies that people dare not underestimate.

Fifty people from the Xia family fought against twenty people from the hundred ghosts, and there was a huge disparity in the number of people, but there was no fear of the body on the side of the reaper ghosts, and there was no one.

"Little Negro, the phoenix will be handed over to you for protection." The drunk man said to the bluetooth headset.

There was a sound from the opposite side of the Bluetooth headset, and the intoxicating person moved his gaze to the murderous Xia family again.

"Sure enough, the dog can't change eating, so he shouldn't have given you a chance to get up in the first place." Xia Changshou's old face was full of sarcasm, still looking intoxicating condescendingly, and his face was full of disdain.

"The opportunity for me to get up can be said to be given by the White Dragon Chamber of Commerce, it can be said that Beijing has given it, and it can be said that it has been given by this era, but it is definitely not given by your Xia family, I think you have to think about it first to understand this problem." The intoxicating man said unhurriedly, facing Xia Changshou's cynicism, his expression did not change at all, even in his heart.

"Are you ready to die, then?" Xia Changshou sneered, his fingers like dead wood made a movement in the air, and the Xia family and horses behind him rushed out in an instant, like a torrent, which would instantly break through any obstacles in front of him, and it was unstoppable.

"Isn't it ridiculous to say dead to a dead person?" The intoxicating man said coldly, and the ghosts behind him were like beasts with fangs bared.

Beijing Yicheng, Zhao Kuangran's first sense of the high-end club.

The sixth master flicked the pinch of cigarette ash and sat on the wooden chair that had been sitting for an unknown number of years, but his expression was not as peaceful as he imagined.

"Zhao Kuangran, this little rabbit cub, the eldest lady has just died, and she is vigorously with the Zhuo family, even if he is the species of the Zhao family, it is inevitable that he will be too ungrateful to do so." Bai Ke said indignantly, he felt unworthy of Yi Yinghuo who carried the gun for Zhao Kuang, he had seen too many white-eyed wolves, but it was the first time he had seen this kind of white-eyed wolf, even if he was ruthless, it was impossible to reach this point.

The sixth master didn't make a sound, his somewhat cloudy eyes that had gradually blurred his eyes kept looking at a photo on the table, looking at Yi Yinghuo's smiling face, but it was a pity that the mediocre-looking and lazy man next to Yi Yinghuo ruined most of the photos.

This was found by the sixth master from Yi Yinghuo's room, it was the first time he saw Yi Yinghuo smiling like this, like a blooming firework, the sixth master was a little suspicious, if Yi Yinghuo hadn't met this man, would he not show this kind of expression in his life.

If he hadn't met this man, would this child who couldn't grow up in his eyes still fall, or would he be confused about what life is?

"Zhao Kuangran, it's not this kind of person, this kind of family matter, it's not something that Zhao Kuangchao can choose, Firefly didn't miss anyone, not once, not once." The sixth master muttered, his voice gradually weakening.