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The junior sister said a lot on the phone, and also told a lot, such as asking Lie Laojiu not to contact Yunyun with Long Hanqing, a traitor, but Lie Laojiu didn't say a word, on the other end of the phone, the junior sister was anxious, so she hurriedly asked: "Brother Jiu, what's wrong with you?" Don't scare me, you shouldn't be with Long Hanqing now, right? ”

"Nope! No, no, no ......"

Hearing the eager tone of the senior sister on the other end of the phone, Lie Laojiu hurriedly explained: "Senior sister, don't worry, I won't contact Long Hanqing!" ”

After a pause, as if thinking of something, Lie Lao Jiu hurriedly said: "Senior sister, I have found a divine doctor who can cure your illness, you wait for me, I will bring a divine doctor to treat you soon." ”

Lie Lao Jiu felt that since Qin Chuangshi was dead, the chances of finding another divine doctor to save his junior sister had become even slimmer, but he didn't want his beloved woman to be disappointed, so he simply chose to lie.

Of course, Lie Laojiu knew that Hanxin understood Chinese medicine, but he was loyal to Hanxin and never deliberately investigated Hanxin.

Moreover, although Hanxin has treated Lie Lao Jiu's injuries twice in a row, Lie Lao Jiu was in a semi-coma or coma both times, so he has no idea how high Lie Lao Jiu's medical skills are.

Therefore, he never thought of letting Han Xin save his junior sister.

Lie Lao Jiu thought to himself, zìjǐ first used a white lie to hide from the junior sister, so that the junior sister maintained a peaceful and positive attitude, and he zìjǐ went to find the famous doctor again.

"Brother Jiu, don't be too reluctant, yīqiē is fate!"

On the other end of the phone, the junior sister said in a soft tone: "I don't want you to have anything, and I don't want you to have anything, if you are done, come back quickly!" ”

"I know!"

Lie Laojiu was now anxious to tell Long Hanqing about Kunlun's betrayal, so he hung up the phone after hurriedly saying goodnight to his junior sister. Subsequently, he ignored Zìjǐ's body and hurriedly went downstairs to find Han Xin.

To Lie Laojiu's surprise, it was only a few minutes, and the chill that was supposed to be squatting under the street lamp was not there at this time, Lie Laojiu rushed to the street lamp and saw a book under the street lamp, "My Beautiful Boss Lady" by Bajun Mu Tianzi.

"Huh? What about Brother Heart? ”

Lie Laojiu stood under the street lamp and looked left and right, stunned that he didn't see the cold heart, stunned for a moment, Lie Lao Jiu was about to take out his mobile phone and call the cold heart, but after thinking about it, he still gave up, he thought: "Forget it, Brother Xin may have slept, I'm still looking for him tomorrow!" ”

In fact, Chill is currently in a race with a mysterious man.

The other party was wearing a black trench coat and a very awkward red peaked cap, and the most chilling and depressing thing was that the other party was wearing a pair of flip-flops that were so old that their heels were deflated.

Although he only had a face-to-face with the other party, and the other party deliberately wore a ghost king mask, his intuition still told him that the other party might be Long Hanqing, who killed the Qin family's father and son, and the cold heart even felt that the other party was really Zìjǐ's grandfather, because he could clearly smell a special aura from the other party's body that only Han Qinglong had.

Therefore, Han Xin, who was squatting under the street lamp to read a book before, saw that the mysterious man only took a photo and turned around and ran away, Han Xin didn't think about it, and chased after him in a flash.

Hanxin was desperate to catch up with the mysterious man in black, so he used the "Divine Technique" from the beginning, and he had abundant true qi as energy, and the whole person in the running coldheart seemed to turn into a streamer that could not be seen clearly by human eyes.

However, what made Han Xin extremely depressed was that no matter how he accelerated and how he urged his true qi regardless of the cost, he just couldn't catch up with the mysterious man in black in front of him, who had also turned into a streamer and a strong wind.

The distance between Hanxin and the other party was always within twenty steps.

Unconsciously, Hanxin was led to the outskirts of the city by the mysterious man in black, there are no street lights and no people, it is desolate, but tonight's sky is full of stars, and there is a cold waning moon, so this grassy wilderness gives people the feeling of being hazy and hazy, like a dream.

In front, the mysterious man in black was still running wildly, like a rabbit, and his speed of running had exceeded the limit of what the human eye could recognize, but Hanxin was able to lock the geographical coordinates of the other party through the special aura on the other party's body and the fluctuations of the true qi on the other party's body.

Han Xin could clearly feel that the speed of the mysterious man in black was no longer as fast as before, in other words, the other party's true qi was estimated to be running out.

"Hehe, I have Shennong Ding to provide a steady stream of true qi, and even if the other party's speed is fast, sooner or later I will catch up!"

Thinking of this, his chilling fighting spirit increased greatly, and he secretly took out a part of his true qi from Shennong Ding as a supply, and continued to chase after the mysterious black-clothed man in front of him like a chicken blood.

Unconsciously, the two of them ran back and forth for an unknown amount of time, and finally, the mysterious black-clothed man in front of him couldn't hold on because his true qi was exhausted, and he could feel the cold heart at the moment, and the distance between him and him was only five or six steps.

Seeing that zìjǐ was about to be caught up by the cold heart, the mysterious man in black couldn't hold back after all, and suddenly opened his mouth and burst violently: "Little bastard, you won't let Lao Tzu a little?" Next Olympics! ”

“……”

Coldly hearing the words of the mysterious man in black, the chill that was running wildly and chasing after him immediately paused as if he had been pointed.

In the depths of the chilling jìyì, there was once an old beggar who had a dirty exit and liked to pick his feet, and often played chess with the chilling heart, although the old beggar was the chess master of the little beggar of the chilling heart, but the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the waves were higher than the waves, and it didn't take long for the old beggar to be slapped on the beach by the cold heart, and every time the old beggar lost the chess game, he would scold angrily: "Little bastard, you won't let Lao Tzu a little?" Next Olympics! ”

At this moment, hearing that the mysterious black-clothed man in front of him was also scolding zìjǐ with the same words and the same tone, the cold heart was instantly stunned, paused, he stopped, and then yelled at the mysterious black-clothed man in front: "Old bastard, you are my grandfather!" ”

"Hey......

The mysterious man in black, who had already run thirty paces away, listened to the chilling words, smiled evilly, and then stopped. Under the moonlight, he stood in front of Han Xin with his back to him, leaving Han Xin with a scrawny and tall and mighty back.

This back gives Hanxin a sense of déjà vu and unfathomable.

Seeing this back, Han Xin became more and more sure that the other party was Zìjǐ's grandfather Han Qinglong, the old beggar who raised Zìjǐ by picking up rags, so Han Xin continued to ask the other party in a very rough tone: "Old bastard, you are my grandfather, right?" You must be my grandfather! Why are you pretending to be dead and deceiving me? You just want me to think you're hanging? Next Olympics! ”

"Paralyzed, you little bastard knows a fart!"

The mysterious man in black did not admit defeat at all, and scolded Hanxin in a more rude tone: "Your grandfather's is long-lasting, he almost exhausted Lao Tzu to death just now, little bastard, are you really looking forward to Lao Tzu's early death?" Dog! ”

As he spoke, the mysterious man in black suddenly took out something from his arms, he was facing away from Hanxin, and he was more than thirty steps away, but even so, he threw the thing in his hand firmly in front of Hanxin with a flick of his backhand.

The quick-eyed Hanxin raised his hand to catch the thing, and when he looked at it, it turned out to be a cigarette box, and it was exactly the same "green cigarette" as the cold heart smoked, Qingcheng local cigarettes, five yuan a pack, so cheap that even picking up tattered inferior cigarettes may not be visible.

Hanxin may have been influenced by his grandfather, he has always liked to smoke this kind of cigarette, and this time he came to the capital to develop, and he even asked Lin Wenrou to bring him dozens of them.

Seeing that what the mysterious man in black threw to zìjǐ was a pack of "green smoke", and it seemed to be empty, Han Xin couldn't help but open the cigarette case, which contained a gold bar like a toothpick, but only half a toothpick long, as if it had been broken.

A few hours ago, Han Xin had already obtained a fragment of the Dinghai God Needle the size of a grain of rice from Qin Zongheng, and at this time, when he saw the half of the gold bar like a toothpick in the cigarette box, Han Xin's pupils suddenly shrank, and then exclaimed: "Dinghai God Needle? Old bastard, is this the Dinghai God Needle? You shouldn't be a thief and stole it from the Kunlun faction......"

Before the cold words fell, he suddenly realized that the mysterious man in black had run away at this moment.

"Paralyzed, running again? Are you annoyed? ”

Hanxin's face turned green, and he was going to follow the breath of the mysterious man in black, he was confident that as long as he wanted, he would be able to catch up with the mysterious man in black within ten minutes.

However, almost at the same time as the chilling heart was about to raise his feet to catch up, the angry voice of the mysterious man in black suddenly came from the kōngqì: "Little bastard, Lao Tzu can't outrun you, but if you dare to catch up, Lao Tzu will definitely die to show you, Jiao!" ”

"Uh......"

Leng Bu couldn't help but listen to the mysterious man in black's very unreasonable words, Han Xin was immediately dumbfounded, he absolutely believed that the mysterious man in black never told lies and was scary, so, after hesitating, he didn't catch up after him, but knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes.

He kowtowed three times in the direction where the mysterious man in black left, the kind that kowtowed so much that his head was bleeding, paused, he looked at the direction where the mysterious man in black left and muttered: "Old bastard, you are eighty-two, you are old, you must pay attention to your body, little bastard is still waiting for you to come back and hold your grandson after you are done......"

Although the mysterious man in black had consumed almost ninety percent of his True Qi reserves when he was racing against Cold Heart, his speed was still as fast as lightning, and in just such a short time, he had already reached a place thousands of steps away from Cold Heart.

This is a desolate place full of mass graves, weeds everywhere, graves everywhere, under the reflection of the cold moon, it seems ghostly, the locals in Shangjing call this place "princess grave", the legend is that it is a princess cemetery in the Ming Dynasty who died in childbirth, and the dense graves around are all the slaves of the princess who accompanied the burial.

It is said that the feng shui here is good, so people in later generations are also accustomed to burying the deceased old people here.

After listening to Zìjǐ's words, the confident and cold heart would never catch up again, and the mysterious man in black, who was so tired that he was half dead, had the courage to stop and take a breath.

"Little bastard is making rapid progress, I believe that he must be even more powerful after cultivating the magic that Lao Tzu hid in the cigarette box, and he can kill those sanctimonious hypocrites of the Kunlun faction with his fingers!"

At the thought of Hanxin growing so fast, the mysterious man in black couldn't help but laugh: "Haha...... Ha ha...... After decades of withering, Hanmen is finally about to rise...... Haha......"

"Haha......"

At the same time as the mysterious man in black laughed, there was also a strange laugh of gloom and compassion in the kōngqì: "Long Hanqing, you old horseman, you dare to steal the treasure of my Kunlun faction, I will let you die in the princess's grave tonight......"

With this extremely arrogant voice, the mysterious man in black suddenly felt a surging killing intent around him!