Chapter 1157: A Poor Man!

Bang!

Above the dark clouds that had been lingering for a long time, a thunderclap finally exploded.

Then, the rolling black clouds swept through the city like a tide. At three o'clock in the afternoon, it was like the last darkness before dawn. It's suffocatingly depressing.

In the woods.

A dark figure walked slowly with a spear.

With every step, it seemed as if the last shred of his strength had been exhausted. But every time you take a new step, it seems that there is a god to help.

He has been moving forward, and he has never fallen.

It wasn't until the pouring rain poured down that Qiu Fei stopped to catch a few breaths.

He was so tired.

The wound in his chest was so painful that it was numbing.

But he promised Chen Yifei. Will go back and see him again.

When you say it, you have to do it.

After a pause, Qiu Fei set off again.

"Whew-"

When he came to the tombstone, he really drained the last shred of strength. He knelt in front of the tombstone with his legs limp.

His black hair was wet from the rain. The blood stains on his body were washed clean. Clean and simple like a newborn baby.

Qiu Fei plunged his spear into the earth. Staring at the tombstone with scattered eyes, he said angrily: "I'm here." ”

Let's talk about it. He grinned. Very silly and naïve. No more wooden, no longer stiff.

Innocently and beautifully, he smiled: "Are you lonely? ”

Are you alone?

Qiu Fei, who is alive, is very lonely.

No loved ones. No friends. There is no object to listen to. There were no one who listened to him.

Such a lonely world can no longer accommodate Qiu Fei.

He spat out the words, his heavy eyelids falling silently.

Then, his head hung down weakly. Slept peacefully by the tombstone.

He's dead.

When he reached the limit of his potential, he followed Chen Yifei away.

Maybe Chen Yifei would wave to him not far away, and smiled gently: "You are here." ”

Or perhaps, Chen Yifei will have a warm hug with him. smiled implicitly: "Someone is listening to me again." ”

Qiu Fei is dead.

A smile on the corner of his mouth.

……

Bang!

A thunderbolt woke up Lin Ze, who was taking a nap.

He raised his head suddenly, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead in a little panic, and muttered, "Damn." It was a beautiful day just now. How to blink an eye and the wind gusts. Could it be that a great god has fallen? ”

Lit a cigarette. Lin Ze grabbed his messy hair and went downstairs to forage for food.

As soon as I went downstairs, I found Lin Tianwang sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room, drinking beer and smoking. couldn't help but walk over and quip: "Aunt Ning-didn't the second mother not allow you to drink?" ”

"Is that wine?" Lin Tianwang twitched the corner of his mouth. "If she dares to ban this, I will dare to run away from home."

Lin Ze smiled. Hand him a cigarette.

"Tell you something." Lin Tianwang lit a cigarette and said casually.

"What's the matter?" Lin Ze asked.

"Qiu Fei is dead." Lin Tianwang said.

"Qiu Fei?" Lin Ze suddenly picked up in his heart. frowned. "He's dead? How did he die? ”

Qiu Fei!

In Huaxia, how many people can kill him?

Handful!

"He's going to challenge White Twelve." Lin Tianwang understood Lin Ze's confusion and explained. "In the end, he was killed by the White Twelve."

"-" Lin Ze has never been hostile to Qiu Fei. I even admire this man's pursuit of martial arts.

But why did he challenge White Twelve?

Suddenly. Lin Ze turned the corner.

Fang Susu told herself about the Bai family. Could it be that the Bai family was the first to open the knife was the Chen family?

If so. Qiu Fei has a reason to make a move.

But. With his force value, how could he challenge Qiu Fei?

In Lin Ze's impression, Qiu Fei was on par with when he was not broken. Challenge White Twelve, there is only one end, right?

"What, underestimate people?" Lin Tianwang narrowed his eyes slightly. "Don't think you're going to improve. The strength of this Qiu Fei. It's far more terrifying than you think. ”

Lin Ze was stunned and didn't express his opinion.

"If he challenges it, it's not White Twelve. It's you, and now you're probably lying down. Lin Tianwang said word by word.

Lin Ze was even more puzzled. Why does this old man always belittle himself and exalt others?

"Bai Twelve stabbed him a thoroughly." Lin Tianwang's tone changed. "He almost knocked Bai Twelve to his knees alive."

“――”

Lin Ze was deflated.

"This kid. What a genius. Lin Tianwang sighed.

"I've always admired him." Lin Ze laughed bitterly. Said. "It's not just that I admire his strong force. It's who he is. ”

"Wan Hai is dead. He has nothing to do in this world. There was no one to collect his body. Lin Tianwang got up slowly and said lightly. Let's do it. Let's not be the one who doesn't accept the corpse. ”

Lin Ze nodded. Go out and go.

Came to the place where Lin Tianwang explained. Lin Ze saw Qiu Fei lying in the puddle at a glance.

He lay quietly in front of a tombstone.

Don't think about it, Chen Yifei is buried under that tombstone.

To die, he also returned here. One can imagine how deep his friendship with Chen Yifei was. Further, Lin Ze also has a deeper understanding of Chen Yifei's personality.

can make a person like Qiu Fei so remembered, how much contrast should Chen Yifei have?

Lin Ze dug a pit on the spot. Then he squatted beside Qiu Fei's corpse and asked bitterly, "I don't know if you are afraid of fire." But it can't let you rot after all. Go up in flames? ”

Chop some fairly dry branches and come back. A fire burned Qiu Fei's body. And then it doesn't fall to the ground and piles it into the pit.

Sharpened a wooden plaque. Holding the saber, Lin Ze thought for a long time. There was a free but heavy brilliance in his eyes. Brush brush brush brush carved six large characters.

"Chen Yifei is a good friend."

The six words have a strong joking meaning. But it shows the deep friendship between the two.

In Lin Ze's eyes, Qiu Fei has always been a person who has few words, but is decisive in killing. But for the sake of his friendship with Chen Yifei, he actually went to help Chen Yifei and protect the Chen family.

This made Lin Ze have a great change in his opinion of Qiu Fei.

Lin Ze squatted in front of the two adjacent tombstones and lit a cigarette. Squinting at the two tombstones. sighed lightly: "Chen Yifei, Chen Yifei, you have such a friend in your life." No regrets. ”

Glance at the numerous flasks under an old tree. Lin Ze's expression was moved.

That was left by Qiu Fei?

Don't. He often came here to visit Chen Yifei. Drink and chat with them?

My heart throbbed slightly.

Lin Ze got up and looked.

Unexpectedly, he found a wooden house not far away.

Walking briskly, the small cabin that had drifted in the wind and rain was fragile.

Pushing open the wooden door, Lin Ze's gaze subtly scanned the layout in the cabin. A simple single bed. A small wooden table. A chair. Other than that, there's nothing superfluous.

Is this the place where Qiu Fei lived since Chen Yifei's death?

Is this the place where Qiu Fei broke through the broken mirror all the way and became one of the peerless powerhouses?

Somehow, the corners of Lin Ze's eyes were a little sour, and he sighed softly: "A poor man." ”