Chapter 121: The Old Man Like Snow

The crossbow machine was slightly bulky compared to Chen Baichuan's unopened body, and he had to bend half-bent to aim at the woman who jumped out of the sedan chair.

Chen Baichuan half-squinted his eyes, and the woman's beautiful face met his eyes.

A waterfall of black hair fell naturally on his shoulders, his clear and bright eyes always looked at the old man with a gun, and his blood-red lips showed his teeth one by one.

This is a natural stunner.

In normal times, Chen Baichuan will never be stingy with praise, every inch of her body that can peep is like a gift of creation, perfect and unlikely. And every inch of her perfectly gathered into one is enough to make all men crazy for him, even women.

It's a pity that the human body has another desire. Hope is above the flesh. Above desire, that is the desire for life. Chen Baichuan knew that this terrifyingly beautiful woman was the foreshadowing of Qingguo, the legendary first person in martial arts - Red Rain.

The fingers flipped the switch fiercely, only to hear a "whoosh" sound, and thick arrows flew out.

Chen Baichuan didn't expect this arrow to remove this woman named Hongyu from this world, judging from Old Man Zhan's reaction ability, it was unrealistic. As long as this arrow can cause even the slightest damage to Hongyu, Chen Baichuan's goal will be achieved.

It only takes a little damage to break the situation that this old man Zhan is bound to die.

"Whoosh."

But the next scene made Chen Baichuan stunned.

Seeing the red rain lying on the remnants of the sedan chair, she seemed to sense that danger was approaching, and her slender and slender jade fingers continued to explore the surroundings, and finally she touched a red chain.

"When you are long, when you are long."

The woman pulled the chain twice, and a white figure shot out from the forest next to her.

Chen Baichuan only thought that she wanted to bring the captive dog to save her life, but she didn't expect that the dog was extremely fierce, and the arrow that Old Man Zhan was about to draw his gun to deal with was dropped to the side with an understatement.

Chen Baichuan was surprised, could it be that the famous Red Rain was able to dominate the martial arts by raising a dog of a different breed in captivity? When he knew the truth, he remembered what he thought at the moment, and he almost guessed it.

The white shadow of Shicai moved too quickly, Chen Baichuan didn't look carefully before he looked away, and when he looked at it, it was not a desolate species.

The red chain was actually held by an old man with snow-white hair.

His long hair was really like the snow on a winter day, and it hung haphazardly on his snow-white robe. His eyebrows were frost-white with the years, and his beard was so, and it seemed to be the same on his body.

But there's one place that's too much of an eyesore.

A red rose bloomed in the snow—the old man wore a blood-red collar around his neck.

The blood-red collar looks unsightly and incompatible with the temperament of the old man, especially since the chain of the collar is grasped in the hands of a woman.

Chen Baichuan knew that this old man who looked like an extraordinary temperament must be famous, even if the dirty places on his body made him look like a down-and-out nobleman.

There was one person who reacted more violently than Chen Baichuan, and since the old man appeared, his body did not stop trembling for a moment. Old man Zhan held the broken gun, every inch of his body muscles did not obey his call and trembled violently, and he carried the gun in his hand.

He seemed to want to open his clenched teeth and speak, but he still couldn't pop out a word from it after a long time.

"Kill him." The woman named Red Rain tugged at the red chain again, giving orders to the snowy old man in a tone that could not be refused.

The old man didn't move, Chen Baichuan saw it in his eyes and guessed that the two were old friends.

A big man appeared in his heart, and he shook his head self-deprecatingly. It is impossible for such a genius to become a plaything that a woman is tied to a dog's chain.

But Old Man Zhan's strange reaction made him doubt his judgment, could it really be him?

All eyes were focused on the old man, and no matter how clumsy people were, they could see that he was strong. It can be seen from the way he treats the crossbow arrows that the old man Zhan needs to pull out the broken spear, but the old man just makes an understatement.

Fortunately, the old man did not move.

As if he hadn't heard anything, he stood still.

He is as pure as his snow-white hair, and he can't see the smell of fireworks or the gangsterism of the people in the rivers and lakes. Chen Baichuan would rather believe that he is a noble son from a scholarly family, even though he is old.

He moved.

Chen Baichuan's heart palpitated, what did he want to do.

Phew, fortunately he just smoothed out the hair that was disturbed by the wind.

"What a horrible person." Chen Baichuan was shocked, he found that his mind was completely affected by the old man, and he was engrossed in his every move.

But such a person is still driven as a slave.

The old man didn't understand, the woman began to get angry, her delicate face became more hideous, and she roared: "Why don't you move! ”

The words spit out from those beautiful and sexy lips, even if they have bad intentions, are like the chirping of the yellow warbler, but the old man still does not move. He seemed to have cut himself off from a piece of heaven and earth, living in his own world, and letting him remain untouched by the roar of women.

The woman frantically tugged at the chain, making hideous marks on the flesh of the old man's neck.

The old man still didn't move.

"Why are you! Why not move! I'm not the only one in my heart! Why not move! ”

The chain tightened, and the cold collar pierced the old man's skin, and the blood dripped like a flower on the white-clothed Shengxue.

The old man still held on.

"Stop!"