Han Jinbei passed away.

No one was surprised. But shocked.

The Chinese generation of grassroots heroes, all the spiritual examples of phoenix men fighting and climbing, have fallen. Countless people sighed, and countless people burst into tears. And many others -- secretly relieved.

He finally died.

He's finally dead!

If he doesn't die, how can there be any extra vacancy?

If he doesn't die, how can the pattern of Yanjing be broken?

If it is not broken, how can it be established?

A few families were happy and a few were sad, and the news of Han Zhenbei's death spread all over the streets and alleys of Yanjing in just one hour. Whether it is the front-line tycoons at the top of the pyramid or the toiling masses at the bottom, they are all reading the past of the predecessor of this generation of tyrants. The various sudden possibilities that will be created after death.

Even Huaxia Daily made an exception to open a column for this big man with countless halos on his head. Interpret his life and praise his character.

Han Jinbei died of illness.

Han Xiaoyi did not fall as expected.

She carried the Han family and arranged a memorial service that Han Zhenbei did not want to hold in an orderly manner.

She couldn't afford not to do it, and she didn't want to do it.

Han Zhenbei is a generation of heroes in Yanjing. It is a stunning character that can only be produced in Yanjing for 30 years. It's her Han Xiaoyi's father, how can she not do it?

She wants to do it, and she has to do it beautifully and vigorously.

Let Yanjing and everyone in Huaxia know that Han Zhen has fallen north. She Han Xiaoyi stood up. And will inherit Daddy's legacy and take the Han family further and higher.

After Han Xiaoyi learned the news of Han Zhenbei's death from Fu Bo, she didn't cry. She just rubbed the delicate skin that could be broken by blowing, and then said to Fu Bo with red eyes: "Prepare for Daddy's afterlife." ”

Fu Bo was speechless, and there was a strong sadness in his eyes that were already crying and swollen, and a trace of pity for Han Xiaoyi.

After Han Jinbei's death.

Lin Ze didn't appear for the first time, he chose to stand behind Han Xiaoyi, and didn't even appear in her sight.

He knew that Han Xiaoyi at this moment didn't need anyone's help or anyone's pity. She has to rely on herself, rely on herself to do Han Zhenbei's aftermath vigorously and shocking China.

The week Han Zhenbei died, Han Xiaobao never left the room. Until Han Xiaoyi asked Fubo to inform him to rest for a good night, Ming'er was going to attend Daddy's memorial service. He opened the door and came to Lin Ze's room with a stubble beard, waking up Lin Ze, who had not slept for forty-eight hours.

"What's the matter?" Lin Ze rubbed his bloodshot eyes, Han Xiaoyi hadn't rested much this week, and he had very little time to rest. In extraordinary times, Lin Ze was worried that extraordinary events would happen. Han Xiaoyi didn't sleep, so he naturally didn't dare to sleep. Today, he finally managed to do almost everything after Han Zhenbei's death, and he dragged his tired body back to the room.

"Can you teach me to kill?" Han Xiaobao's face was haggard, but his expression was extremely calm and asked.

"You're going to kill someone?" Lin Ze frowned slightly.

"I want to kill." Han Xiaobao said.

"Why?" Lin Ze noticed the change in Han Xiaobao's temperament, and his heart tightened slightly.

"Sister can inherit Daddy's legacy, and she can carry the Han family. What about me? Han Xiaobao smiled miserably and said. I can follow your example and follow the Assassin route. In the future, my sister needs to deal with shady things, and I hope I can help. ”

"It's a dead end." Lin Ze said extremely heavily.

"Sister's road is the way to life?" Han Xiaobao said indifferently.

"It's decided?" Lin Ze asked in a deep voice.

"Am I kidding?" Han Xiaobao said solemnly.

"Follow me."

Lin Ze turned over and got out of bed, rubbed his eyebrows that were swollen from excessive sleepiness, threw a cigarette into his mouth casually, and opened the door to go out.

Han Xiaobao didn't know Lin Ze's intentions, but he had already said what he thought. He believed that Lin Ze would help him.

Lin Ze's destination was the small wooden house in front of the villa. There was a bed, a pony, and a chess table filled with empty flasks. Leaning against the table was an iron pestle and crutch. When Lin Ze pushed open the door, a crippled man with gray hair in a green robe was drinking to himself. The expression was indifferent and indifferent. I can't see the slightest emotion.

He was not surprised or surprised by Lin Ze's arrival. Just nodding his head flatly, which is a kind of hello. He then continued to drink alcohol and occasionally eat an unpeeled peanut.

"Do you want to accept apprentices?" Lin Ze handed him a cigarette, squatted opposite Chen Cripple, and asked with a calm expression.

When Chen Cripple heard this, the action of receiving the cigarette was first sluggish, and then put it in his mouth, and Han Xiaobao quickly lit a cigarette for this Chen Cripple, who he had always been a little afraid of. Then he stood obediently to one side and said nothing.

Sizzle.

The slight sound of cigarette burning sounded in this quiet room, Chen Cripple inhaled half in one breath, poured a glass of liquor into his mouth, and asked with a mouthful full of wine: "He?" ”

After saying that, he pointed to Han Xiaobao beside him.

"Yes." Lin Ze nodded and let out a thick flue. "He wants to be an assassin."

"It's going to die." Chen Cripple said lightly.

"I'm not afraid of death!" Han Xiaobao clenched his fists and said in a deep voice.

"When a person is faced with insurmountable adversity, there will always be a spirit of self-abandonment." Chen Cripple said in a flat and contemptuous tone.

"I didn't!" Han Xiaobao said loudly.

"I'm just lame, not deaf." Chen Cripple glanced at Han Xiaobao, a flush of excessive drinking appeared on his sallow face, and he banged on the chess table. "My cup is empty."

When Han Xiaobao heard this, he understood. Squat down, grab the flask, and pour it into the glass.

After pouring it full, he slowly got up, bowed, handed out the wine glass and said, "Master." ”

"For you." Chen Cripple handed out a rusty short knife and said lightly. "Get out."

Han Xiaobao was stunned.

But he gritted his teeth and withdrew from the wooden house with a knife.

"Why do you want me to teach?" Chen lame drank the glass of liquor poured by Han Xiaobao, and there was a slight surprise in his tone.

"I can't teach." Lin Ze smiled bitterly and shook his head. A flue was continued. "You were once a mercenary, an assassin like no other. Your skill is extremely useful and killing, but there is room for escape. But I can't, my goal doesn't need to live, I just need to complete the mission. ”

Chen Cripple didn't make a sound, just narrowed his cloudy eyes, and said lightly: "Is there any bottom line?" ”

When Lin Ze heard this, he first took a puff of cigarette and said, "Don't let him die." ”

Chen lame nodded, and agreed to come down.

"Have a drink with me?" Chen lame picked up his wine glass.

"Okay."

The two didn't need many words. Chen Cripple once said that his life was Lin Ze's. What he said counted, so he would agree to any request from Lin Ze. Even if Lin Ze handed out a knife at this moment and asked him to wipe his neck, he would not hesitate.

He didn't teach his disciples, but that doesn't mean he can't teach them.

In Lin Ze's opinion, Chen Cripple is definitely a stunning character. If it weren't for the collapse of his mind, he would have become the second Chen Yifei. At that time, he was handsome, personable, and had a good bearing and mind. In the same way, he can be shockingly black. With such a character, can't he even teach an apprentice?

Lin Ze did not doubt Chen's ability at all. On the contrary, he was looking forward to what kind of character Chen Cripple would make Han Xiaobao become.

"Tomorrow I'll protect Miss Han." Chen lame drank a glass of liquor and lit a cigarette pipe. "After drinking so much, I should always do something for her."

Lin Ze was slightly grateful, and said with a wry smile: "Ming'er, I really don't necessarily have time to protect her." ”

"Leave it to me." Chen lame said, got up and fell asleep.

This week, like Lin Zehan Xiaoyi, he almost sleeplessly guarded the door of the villa.

If they don't sleep, how can Chen Cripple sleep?

Lin Ze is tired, Han Xiaoyi is tired, how can Chen Cripple not be tired?

He needs to get some sleep and prepare for Ming'er's memorial service.

――――"The dead are greater?" The second in the world raised his eyebrows and said lightly. This sentence has no value in the eyes of people like me. And how much more about you? ”

Chen Yifei smiled and said, "It seems that you don't believe in this set either." ”

"Never believed." The second in the world said.

"I'm afraid that the number of people present at Ming'er's memorial service is not small. As for which ones are to watch a good show, and which ones are sincere condolences. Then it depends on personal acting skills. Chen Yifei narrowed his delicate and warm eyes, and said in a slow tone. But there's only one person I care about. ”

"Xue Baiyan?" The second in the world asked.

"Han Xiaoyi." Chen Yifei said bluntly.

"Do you need me to accompany you?" The second in the world asked.

"No, you don't." Chen Yifei said lightly. "It's enough to bring a black and white robe."

"No windy Lang?" The second in the world wondered.

"Yes. And it's huge. Chen Yifei said with a smile. But who stipulates that only I can disagree with the Han family? ”

The world paused for the second time, not quite understanding the meaning of Chen Yifei's words.

The Chen family and the Han family have completely collapsed. Even the most basic politeness is not very necessary. So, apart from the Chen family, who will make trouble at the Han family's memorial service?

The Xue family?

Probably not.

At this time, the Xue family should focus on self-preservation. This is also in line with Chen Yifei's calculations.

So besides, who else would have trouble with the Han family?

I can't figure it out for the second in the world.

But if he can't figure it out, he usually doesn't spend much time thinking about it.

These things have little to do with him. All he cares about is how many peerless powerhouses there are in this world. There are many peerless masters who can make themselves tempted.

"Qiu Fei, don't you always think that the military doesn't have any masters worthy of your hands?" Chen Yifei suddenly changed his words and said in a leisurely tone.

The second in the world didn't make a sound, just silently waited for Chen Yifei's next words.

"Ming'er, let you open your eyes and see if the military is really as you think, there are only elite troops, not elite super masters." Chen Yifei seemed to be talking to the second in the world, and he seemed to be talking to himself. In the end, he wasn't even convinced of the truth of what he was saying.

But no matter what, Chen Yifei believes that his speculation is correct.

Otherwise, what kind of force was it that made the two generals of the Excalibur Military Region not even give face to the Tiger Battalion?

Is it really just to find Lin Ze's bad luck?

I'm afraid the Han family is also one of the reasons, right?

"The hero is dead, and the world is in chaos!" Chen Yifei said word for word.

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