The night breeze struck, and the weather in Yanjing, which had entered early winter, began to cool, and the withered yellow leaves fell with the breeze, making a "rustling" sound.

Perhaps because of its remoteness, there are no vehicles or pedestrians passing by, but it is also a good place to solve problems.

Just like Yan Murong said, this place is very quiet, and it is suitable for doing some murderous deeds.

Yan Murong was still wearing the suit that Dong Wuyan bought for him, not that he didn't want to change it, but he didn't have time to go home to change it after getting off the plane, but fortunately, this suit was still a high-end product, and he didn't have to worry about the crotch of his pants being torn after a fight.

Compared with the high-rise buildings in the city, the environment here is indeed very good, there are no buildings on both sides of the road, all green lawns, and two rows of tall French plane trees are neatly arranged, like soldiers waiting to be reviewed.

The yellow leaves were constantly falling by the wind, but some still struggled tenaciously, unwilling to leave the branches, as if one was dying and longed to live.

"Come out, what are you hiding?" Yan Murong shouted loudly at the empty street, but the only answer to him was | rustling", not even an ant could see it.

"I smell you." Yan Murong continued to shout. "I'm going home if I don't come out again, and I haven't eaten dinner."

After speaking, Yan Murong turned around and walked towards the car.

"Whoosh-"

At the moment when Yan Murong turned around, a sound of breaking the air sounded behind him. Yan Murong turned around quickly, and on the side of his body, a cold light flew past the tip of his nose, hitting a tree on the side of the road and bouncing to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"When will a blind man be able to play with throwing knives?" Yan Murong laughed teasingly.

"Hmph. Boy, rampant! ”

As the words fell, a figure appeared under a tree opposite, and it was the blind man who had been beaten by Yan Murong before and fled in a hurry.

It was still the yellowed old military uniform and wide sunglasses, and he hadn't seen it for a few months, and there was no change in his indifference, but the strong murderous aura emanating from his body made Yan Murong know that the strength of this blind old man had improved a lot.

"How dare you come out." Yan Murong looked at it and chuckled indifferently. "Last time, you ran fast, and I didn't want to bully you blind, but this time you came to trouble me again, I don't have such a good temper."

"Run? It's you who should be running tonight. Indifferently grinning and sneering, the few big yellow teeth that were exposed made Yan Murong look sick to his stomach.

"Boy, it's good to have guts, but it's stupid to be too conceited."

"Don't preach to me." Yan Murong sneered. "If you want to fight, I can beat you away once, and I can beat you away a second time."

"Then fight!"

With a cold snort, with a flick of one hand, the blind stick in his hand made a soft sound, and then, there was an extra cold light at one end of the blind stick, and it turned into a spear.

"Slow down, slow down—"

At this moment, a deep voice sounded behind him, and immediately after, a narrow figure pulled by a street lamp appeared on the street.

Looking at this old man who suddenly appeared in front of him, wearing an elegant robe, Yan Murong was also slightly surprised.

He could feel the murderous aura of indifference, but he couldn't find that there was still someone on the side.

Compared with indifference, this old man in a robe is not as good as a blind man.

With a wide forehead, one-line eyebrows, and a disgusting pimple on his face, he was worried when he looked at Yan Murong.

Damn, how old are you, haven't you passed puberty? Yan Murong felt a lot of slander in his heart, and the more he looked at the old man in the robe, the more he had the urge to vomit first and then fight.

But to tell the truth, if this old man doesn't look at his face and figure, he is a perfect match for this robe. The robe worn on him was worn by him with a sense of elegance - think about the old man again, although he also wore a robe, but no matter how Yan Murong looked at it, he felt that the old man was not wearing a robe, but the robe of the beggar gang leader.

"Where did you come out of nowhere?" Yan Murong looked at the robed old man who suddenly appeared with a wary expression and asked.

"No, no, no, the old man was born by his parents, but he didn't come out of nowhere." The robed old man shook his head and said.

"You're quite humorous, but it's ugly." Yan Murong chuckled.

"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog. In the middle of the night, the morning goes. The robed old man shook his head and said.

"When you don't come to a spring dream, you can't find a place to go." Yan Murong followed and picked up the next sentence.

"Oh? Have you ever heard of the old man's name? The old man in the robe looked excited, and the pimples on his face trembled, making Yan Murong almost vomit out the overnight meal.

"****, who has heard of you?" Yan Mu tolerated it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but scold. "Don't look at me, I haven't been to school much, but I have also memorized 300 Tang poems - take Bai Juyi's poems out and pretend to be forced, your face is really big."

"Young juniors, they don't hold back." The robed old man looked at Yan Murong with a look of lesson. "The old man's surname is Hua, his name is not Hua, remember the old man's name, and when you go down to see the king of Hades, remember to say hello to him on my behalf."

"You're really sick." Yan Murong looked at Hua Feihua like an idiot and said. "Your surname is Hua? What does it have to do with the flower family? ”

"The flower family? Oh, you're talking about that family of Chinese medicine? Hua Feihua thought for a moment before she said suddenly. No, no, no, I think you may have misunderstood, the old man is not surnamed Hua - as for my own surname, I have forgotten. You can call me Hua Fei Hua, or you can call me Wu Fei Wu - at least, I still call Hua Fei Hua today. ”

"There's still something wrong with the spirit." Yan Murong looked at Hua Feihua and said indifferently. "It doesn't matter to me what your name is, I'm not in the mood to remember your name, and I don't want to—what? Are you two going to come one by one, or are you going to go together? ”

"The old man doesn't bully you little doll." Hua Feihua stepped forward and said. "Your little doll is unarmed, the old man naturally doesn't know how to use weapons, one-on-one, I'll fight with you hand-to-hand - I heard that you beat this blind man away once, I want to see your ability, if you can let me take the initiative to escape, I can swear that I will never trouble you again."

"Don't swear to me." Yan Murong pursed his lips and said with a disdainful expression. "A man's oath is unreliable, and you are so ugly, even more unreliable."

"What do you want?" Hua Feihua asked in a deep voice.

"Get your weapons out." Yan Murong's face also turned cold and said. "Tonight, it's either you or I die."

"I don't bully the defenseless." Hua Feihua said.

"It's funny." Yan Murong pointed and said indifferently. "He's blind, you're blind too? Which eye do you see that I am unarmed? ”

PS: It's the weekend, I'm also going out to relax, go to a friend's house to have an independent barbecue, and there's a chapter, updated later.