This delicate little Tibetan knife was bought by Gao Qian on Barkhor Street outside the Jokhang Temple. At that time, the fool took advantage of the topic to play and told a bizarre story to the first year of junior high school: Have you heard of the story of Dream Knife Man? Killing with a sword leaves behind hydrothermal fluid. On the Dream Knife's sword, however, it is ice. Dream Knife Man had never seen himself kill anyone. Because Dream Knife Man always kills people in his dreams. In fact, this dream is also simple. As long as you dance the knife, you are in a dream. Dream Knifeman's knife technique is uncomposed music. A labyrinth without walls. As a person in the rivers and lakes. Dream Knife Man also has his own enemies. However, Dream still protects Dream Knife Man very well. The opponent is no match for Dream Knife's Dream Knife. Seven dead and three wounded. Unless they can also come into dreams ...

The fool had a bit of a cold at the time. The nose is deaf and deaf. So speak in a low voice. But. His eyes lit up. Glow. I thought at the time of the first year of junior high school. What a richness this head is. Messy. It's easy to get started.

Barking dogs don't bite. Don't scream. only to gnaw the bone and swallow the meat.

Wu Matsuta Zhan Qiong turned his back to him. Zheng Jing is really facing them... See clearly. When Shen Jiali threw the small dagger into Wu Yu's back like a throwing knife. That undisguised hatred and viciousness... Boys like them love to play darts. Can. How dare you take people as a live target like this... Zheng Jing was sure that Shen Jiali was not skilled and did not have a standard throwing posture. It was definitely the first time he had thrown a knife like this. Still. The first time I practiced with real people. Moreover. Extremely accurate... Wei Xiaobai didn't say anything. "Drink green tea. I can't sleep well at night. Poor sleep. She woke up in the morning and her back hurt. This is the typical "to govern others the way they would be". Her back hurts. Your back will see blood ... Two ghosts. Surprise and attack its unpreparedness. Let's get the book back first.

The punch is greater than the punch. Although the cut is not deep. But the blade was firmly inserted into the bone ridge. How painful it was.

Wu Mata sweated profusely. Blood flowed down the spine and down the waist. The back is soaked. The shirt is attached to the back. But from the outside, it doesn't look very good. The military jacket hides everything. Only a small dagger remained, straight and straight like a nail board, nailed behind it.

He grabbed Zhan Qiong's wrist with one hand. The fingertips were white. It's enough to see how much pain he endured. Still. Still standing unyielding. Turning your head slowly ... Hatsuichi under the porch met his gaze. The little Buddha is still standing quietly under the porch. Hands slightly clasped in front of the clasp. Bereavement. Lonely cold. There are no waves in the eyes.

In the courtyard. It's quiet at this time.

Wei Xiaobai looked at the two of them with a faint smile.

Zheng Jing watched coldly.

"Komata..." Zhan Qiong was simply unbelievable. They. They are so wild ...

There is a lot of hatred. But the top priority is to save Komata. Zhan Qiong held him tightly and was about to leave. "Let's go."

Unexpectedly, Wu Mata grabbed his wrist harder. Person. Unswerving. "Pull out the knife."

"Komata." Zhan Qiong roared.

"Unplug it." Kumata looked at him. There is firmness in the eyes.

Zhan Qiong glanced at the Tibetan cowhide knife handle. A ruthless heart. He raised his hand and pulled it out.

That moment. I obviously felt that Minamata was shocked... You can imagine it. The moment the blade was drawn. Bloody blood gushed out.

Zhan Qiong looked at the knife in his hand. I want to throw it in the past. A vicious heart under the saffron robe...

Wu Mata shook his wrist even more tightly at this time. He shook his head slightly.

Zhan Qiong glanced at him. Hide your hatred. The back hem of the military uniform is slightly lifted. He plunged a blood-stained knife into his lower back. Hold him firmly.

At this time. Heard outside.

"Hello Commander Han. The chief is waiting for you inside. ”

Really. Han Yingqin came in.

Zheng Jing stood up. Laughed. "Uncle Han."

Wei Xiaobai put his hands behind his back. A small step back. A slight bow. "Commander Han." Smile.

Over there. Zhan Qiong obviously felt that Wu Yu pushed him to the side a little bit. Zhan Qiong let go of his hand.

"Uncle Han."

"Uncle Han."

Jun Li called out to him. Kumata stood there as usual. When shouting Han Yingqin, he was neither humble nor arrogant. Be courteous as usual.

Han Yingqin came into this backyard. A look at these ... I felt something unusual.

Look at the first day of junior high school under the porch in the distance... Chu Yi lowered his eyes slightly. Jing Yi Tranquility... It's a real little brute. Only in front of the relents is a sheep. The rest of the moments. More poisonous than animals.

Look at where these ghosts stand. Look at these modalities ... Han Yingqin looked straight ahead. Go inside as usual.

Still. Just walked up a flight of steps.

Han Yingqin stopped suddenly. Turning his head to look at Wu Mata... See. It was Zhan Qiong's appearance that he was anxious to hold Wu Mata.

Han Yingqin was silent. Just frowned slightly. Turned around and walked straight towards Kumata.

"Uncle Han." Kumata faced him. Shouted at him again. The appearance is very calm.

Han Yingqin walked directly behind him...

Han Shuai pursed his lips. The brow furrowed even tighter. Hand over the back of the uniform. About three centimeters a gap. Blood. It has been dyed red around. That part of the uniform was dark.

Han Yingqin glanced at the first year of junior high school. The gaze is stern. From this angle. And he is the only one who does it.

"Hurry to the hospital." Han Yingqin gently patted Wu Mata's shoulder. "It's a hot day. When the wound is inflamed, it is troublesome. ”

"Uncle Han. I can't walk right now. Mugu is still inside. I promised Chen Mu. Will definitely take care of his son. ”

Zhan Qiong heard this. The eyes were red. The fingertips of Wu Yu's arms were also pinched white. What a hate.

Han Yingqin listened. Looked at. His eyes slowly turned cold.

"The child is in Zhongnanhai. It means that there must be nothing wrong. If ruthless. He should be tied up in the mountains and forests. It's a place where no one knows whether it's alive or dead. Gao Qian has two children in his belly. Three lives are left in the wilderness. Komata. They are justified in this account. Think about it. What the hell is Bai Hexiao doing this for? If only to vent anger. It's too late for you to come and ask for it. ”

"But. We really don't know Chen Mu's whereabouts. Yes. He is not in Xinjiang. His whereabouts are unknown. But. Woe to the children ... ”

"Without cause, there is no effect. Chen Mu didn't care about his son. YOU SO ... You can only say that you are protecting a wolf. Komata. You've been stabbed. But he carried it silently. It shows that you yourself know the reason in your heart. It is not good that the contradictions have intensified. Pressing matter. Find a way to find Chen Mu. It's the son who matters. Or is it important to be interested in Gao Yan who is not even aware of himself... Leave it to him to decide. ”

He patted Wu Mata on the shoulder again. Han Shuai walked straight in with a calm face.

It's the son who matters. Or is it important to be interested in Gao Yan who is not even aware of himself...

That's it. Shocked Kuremata. Could it be that Chen Mu is right to Gao Yan.

There is an obsession in the world. It was quite treacherous when it arose. It's helpless.