"Clean up here, we'll have a feast right away."

Zheng Qian's laughter interrupted Uncle Lin's questioning to Zheng Qin, and it could be regarded as saving Zheng Qin, who was like being roasted by fire.

This tycoon, who dominates the black and white of Xiangjing, has lost his usual majesty at this time. The son of the Xingyang Changfang was assassinated at his own banquet, although he did not succeed, and such a matter is no longer a matter of explaining clearly or unclearly.

Zheng Qin, who was slightly fat, lowered his head, sweat was already soaked through his clothes, and sweat kept flowing down his forehead, but he didn't dare to wipe it. The middle-aged man who was originally mistaken by him for an ordinary entourage, a middle-aged man who did not have any information in the information he had, broke out with an astonishing momentum at this moment, Zheng Qin, who thought that he already had a full understanding of Xingyang's power, once again had a deeper understanding of Xingyang's heritage and more fear, this kind of fear that could have bred more yearning and fighting spirit only made him feel that his eyes were gloomy at this moment.

The fruits of the efforts of three generations have not yet been fully bloomed, and this accident occurred in his own hands, and Zheng Qin was unable to investigate the cause of the matter in his heart. Watching the sweat on his forehead "tick, tick" fall to the ground, the puddles formed by the sweat reflected the lights in the building, which was a little dazzling.

"Young master, this matter needs to be thoroughly investigated again." Uncle Lin said to Zheng Qian. "I'm afraid ......."

"Hey, to put it bluntly, it's just a simple trick to turn the tiger away from the mountain, a small skill of carving insects." The young man who was the target of the assassination has recovered from being frightened a moment ago to being always chic, and the elegant demeanor in front of everyone still has to be maintained, and this external maintenance has become a habit of Zheng Qian. After the danger disappeared, this habit was picked up again, and the young man had what he thought was the most confident smile on his face, "With Uncle Lin here, even if the four great masters come, they can't kill me." ”

"Young Master-" Zheng Qian stretched out his hand and put it on the middle-aged man's shoulder, stopping what Uncle Lin was about to say. This tentative action, with a slight imperative meaning, appeared for the first time between two people. Uncle Lin didn't seem to notice the change, and stopped admonishing again.

"Well, let's settle this public case and start dinner." Zheng Qian tapped his chin at another fight that had quieted down in the middle of the field.

In the middle, Li Bai leaned over to the ground, kept holding the dantian with one hand, grabbed the floor with the other hand, and crawled towards the other side of the field little by little, vomiting blood while crawling, vomiting on the way to climb over, and then wiped off by the original snow-white robe. The robe was soaked with blood from the waist to the hem, and the chest was bright red like plum blossoms.

At the end of Li Bai's slow but firm goal, beside a pile of broken tables, Li Ping lay there curled up, facing up on his back, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Chunfeng, Chunfeng, wake up......" Li Bai only felt a buzzing in his ears, the pain in his body could no longer be felt, the assassination upstairs could not be heard, the warning of the middle-aged man could not be heard, and his own shouts could not be heard, just looking at the long distance, at the end of this distance, his friend was lying among the scattered tables and chairs.

Li Bai shouted vigorously, his voice was hoarse, but the voice was so weak that the onlookers in the outer circle couldn't hear it at all. The young poet had already ignored the fact that his martial arts had been abolished, and just wanted to go forward to see the life and death of his friend.

"My name is Li Ping."

"Are you the Li Bai from the sky in the water of the Yellow River?"

......

Everyone in the world is a poet and immortal, but under the Baiyun Building in Lujin, the young man in the donkey shed is also talented. was originally a carefree teenager, but because he went to Lumen Mountain to find himself, he was involved in today's chaos, and because he had just entered the fight, in order to negotiate conditions for himself, he is now lying there without knowing life and death.

The internal force gained from years of qi training in the body is not left, and the dantian is like a hole, no matter what kind of pain it endures, it can't gather any qi. The severe pain caused by the sword wounds all over his body was insignificant, and his body was as heavy as a thousand pounds at the moment. It seems that there is only himself in this world, and the boy lying on the ground in the distance, no matter how he shouts, the boy still does not move.

I could only crawl slowly to that side......

…………

"Master Zheng, don't worry, today's events are nothing." Zheng Qian looked at Zheng Qin, who was bowing his head to the side, and comforted Zheng Qin.

The pain in his back and the slight injuries in the meridians in his body were nothing, but more of the unhappiness of being assassinated in his heart, however, they were forcibly suppressed by Zheng Qian at this moment, and he comforted Zheng Qin in front of him. Xiangyang was the first stop of the Zheng family's forces in the south. Since the Zheng family is interested in Jiangnan Province, Jiangnan Province must also be in the Zheng family's pocket. What he has to do is to mark part of the things in the Zheng family's bag with his Zheng Qian's ownership.

After arriving in Xiangyang, he made several gestures of goodwill to Zheng Qin, but Zheng Qin was respectful everywhere, but there was no substantive attribution, thinking that he just wanted to increase his own price, or wanted to talk to the rest of the Zheng family. Today coincides with this matter, and according to the rules of the entire family, Zheng Qin has a lot of responsibility. If he protects him, it will be a logical thing to take him under his command in the future. With the power of this Iron Sword Gate, he Zheng Qian's younger generation of the Zheng family, and even the younger generation of several major families, can be described as unbeatable.

Uncle Lin's stick is already hard enough, sweet dates, and he doesn't mind giving him one. After all, although this matter is serious, if I am the victim and the principal person, if I open my mouth to intercede, today's incident is nothing.

Feeling the slight pain in the meridians in his body, Zheng Qian looked at Zheng Qin's cold and relieved appearance, and couldn't help but feel that this assassination was completely fulfilled by himself. clapped his hands to reassure him, and inadvertently, he had already addressed the Iron Sword Sect Master in the same way as his subordinates.

"Don't worry, Uncle Lin is also worried about me, go and see if the young man is still alive?"

For something like Li Bai, today's result is not the best. Those who used to oppose themselves were more likely to end up in life than death. It's just that from the fact that so many people are present today, Li Bai can be regarded as okay at this time. This Xiao Shaobai handled it well, he abolished his martial arts, and he didn't believe that he would be able to escape from his palm in the future, so he was locked up in prison first, and when he left, he brought it back to Xingyang, or he could get it directly, which was also worry-free.

If in the past few days, this Li Bai has repented, gone to arrogance, and is soft, he is not one of those people who cannot tolerate others, and he can be included in his bag. In addition, this Li Bai's little poetic talent, from now on, he will be able to protect him from step by step, and he will also be regarded as his humerus in the future.

As for this young man, after all, he saved Wang Qi's life, and if he didn't die, he would be put in prison temporarily. That Wang Jue still remembered the old love, so he let him out and gave the Wang family a personal favor; If Wang Jue doesn't pay attention to this person anymore, he will either hand it over to Li Bai who has served, or let him die in prison.

The people upstairs were still frightened by Uncle Lin's shock, and they didn't dare to move, and in an instant, Zheng Qian had already calculated the disposal of these people.

"Li Ping!" Zheng Aya'er recovered from the shock of the assassination, looked at Li Bai who was moving and Li Ping, who was lying on the ground and couldn't move, hesitated, and finally, the panicked figure stumbled and ran towards Li Ping, who was lying on the ground.

"Uncle Lin, save him." Zheng Aya'er was conveying true qi to Li Ping, and at the same time turned around and shouted to Uncle Lin who was standing behind Zheng Qian.

"Aya'er, don't worry." Zheng Qian turned his head sideways and said softly, "What about the life of this young man, and the favor is no greater than the king's law, is it going to be handed over to Governor Xiangzhou?" ”

"If you don't save him, he'll die." Zheng Aya'er squatted on the ground, looked at the middle-aged man standing behind Zheng Qian and didn't move, and shouted hissed.

"It's so badly hurt, don't have an accident. Master Zheng, do you want to take a look? Looking at the attitude of the middle-aged man, Zheng Qian became more and more satisfied and happy, and the horror and unhappiness of the assassination were swept away. As the only one in the field who knows the identity of the middle-aged man, he knows very well what kind of weight the middle-aged man standing behind him has in the old courtyard of Xingyang, just to be able to get his support, no matter how much it costs, it is worth it, and Xiangyang's trip is worthwhile.

Zheng Qian, who was full of ambition, crossed everyone and walked towards Li Bai, who was crawling all the way.

"Brother Shixian, you are so badly injured, don't move." Zheng Qian looked at Li Bai from a high position, turned his head to Zheng Qin, who was following him step by step, and said, "Master Zheng, this Li Shixian and this little brother will be handed over to you." Be sure to take care of them. Do you know? ”

The compassion that Zheng Qian said in his mouth showed a smile on his face that had never appeared before. The smile was weird, and it remained on his face all the time, completely out of harmony with his eyes. While laughing, Zheng Qian's right finger pointed to the ground, and his left hand scratched his eyebrows. This Zheng Qian is suave and graceful, starry and beautiful, and has a good skin. I am usually proud of my eyebrows, but when I grabbed it twice and put it in my hand to look at it, I lost a handful of eyebrows. Surprised, he wiped it off his forehead again, and he already grabbed the entire left bush of eyebrows in his hand.

Shocked, he hurriedly touched his eyebrows, the original eyebrows were all gone just now, and now they are smooth.

Surprised in his heart, his hands were cold, and he heard Zheng Qin and several people opposite shouting in unison, "Don't move." ”。 Then, he saw the terrifying eyes of the people around him.

When I looked at my hand, there was an extra piece of bloody flesh, the flesh was shiny, and the eyebrows that should have grown were gone, and drops of blood were dripping from the flesh on my hand.

In an instant, the itch seemed to be blown by the wind, along the flesh and blood exposed by the eyebrow bone, blowing straight into the bones, and the panic in the heart had not had time to stop, but the hand involuntarily scratched the itch.

After scratching it once or twice, the itch avoided between the fingers, and the fingertips touched the forehead with a burst of comfort. In places that have not been taken care of by the fingertips, more intense itches will come up, and at first the itch will only be faint, flickering, and fainting, and disappearing between the epidermis. In just an instant, it exploded with a bang, and it was like countless tiny insects burrowing into the flesh, and the entire face was overwhelmed by the itch.

Ignoring the shouts of the crowd, Zheng Qian's hands grabbed wantonly on the face that had never faded the weird smile.

At this time, the flesh and blood on the face were as soft as the soft mud on the banks of the spring river, and as the nails arrived, they fell one after another, and the clear white bones on the cheekbones were seen in three or five clicks.

Uncle Lin behind him turned around, Zheng Qian was still laughing, his upper and lower jaws were moving, but there was no sound in his mouth, only the sound of "ho ho" came from his throat, and the sound was like an excited and suppressed beast. His hands kept scratching at his face, and several exposed white bones had been connected.

When Uncle Lin hit Zheng Qian's acupoint and restrained it, Zheng Qian's hands were full of bloody flesh on his cheeks and forehead.

Zheng Qian just stood upright like that, the white bones and tendons on his face were still connected with a little bit of flesh, the lower lip was still intact, the upper lip and nose were completely gone, two bloody blood holes above a row of snow-white teeth, blood was gurgling out, and the weird smile was still preserved on the face that could not be seen, but the person was silent.

Quiet, quiet and terrible.

What's going on?

A few people were frightened and touched their faces, but before they touched their cheeks, they suddenly thought of something terrible, and hurriedly put their hands down and rubbed them over and over again.

Then, the crowd panicked, some people were frightened, and some people were so frightened that they stopped their voices.

Dead people are not terrible, most of the young people on Songhe Tower have a few lives in their hands, Qiu Tiecheng's body still has blood on the floor, and everyone is used to looking at it. However, in the face of such a strange death of Zheng Qian, there was an irrepressible panic in everyone's hearts, yes, panic. This panic came from the strange death of Zheng Qian in front of everyone's eyes. It comes from this kind of death, everyone has no way of knowing the reason, and a person who is talking dies like this in front of him.

Immediately, there was an even greater panic that hit everyone's hearts, that is, the people of the Zheng family in Xingyang died, and they died in front of them for no apparent reason.

In the night, the sound of lights jumping away can be heard clearly.

The blood that can't be dissolved, the hatred that can't be undone, are all flowing and knotting in this thick night.

Zheng Qin shook his head and looked at Zheng Qian, who was poking in front of him, as if he wanted to wake up from this unreal nightmare.

The scene in front of him has exceeded his worst plan for this Xiangyang Conference by a thousand times, and this is completely a joke that fate is playing on him that he can't afford to play.