Chapter 644: This woman is too terrible

After listening to Yan Laosan's words, the woman's face turned pale, she trembled, and she fell into the snow crying all of a sudden, she cried and shouted: "It's all because of me, if it weren't for me, Xu Ye wouldn't have ruined himself so much...... I hurt Xu Ye...... What is the point of my life......"

Yan Laosan didn't look at the woman, he slowly turned around, facing the two white-clothed people, his eyes had burst out with a sharp cold light: "Kill people to pay for your life, and pay off debts!" ”

The tall man in white muttered, "We know, but ......"

Yan Laosan interrupted him and said coldly: "Since I understand, I won't bother to say more." ”

The short man in white's eyes were full of panic: "Yan San wants to use force?"

Yan Laosan shook his head: "The old man is already old, how can he still be interested in using force?"

The tall man in white smiled awkwardly: "That's very good! As the saying goes, a gentleman doesn't use his words! I don't think Senior Yan would disdain to fight us." ”

The short man in white continued on the side: "Yan San is in charge of the famous people in the rivers and lakes, if you do it with us unknown juniors, wouldn't it ruin your reputation?"

Yan Laosan nodded and said in a deep voice, "What you said is very reasonable. I really don't want to do anything with you, now, I only want to do one thing......" Yan Laosan said, but suddenly paused.

The tall man in white hurriedly stepped forward: "What's the matter with the seniors? the juniors will definitely ......" He leaned in front of Yan Laosan, and before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly saw Yan Laosan's rickety body suddenly straightened, and his claw-like palm poked out like lightning.

The tall man in white screamed, his body was thrown high, and then he fell like a kite with a broken string with snowflakes in the sky.

Yan Laosan grimaced, and continued word by word: "The old man only wants to do one thing now, and that is to kill people!" After he finished saying this, the tall man in white lost his breath.

"Break the soul with one palm, and shoot ruthlessly!"

Yan Laosan has been well-known in the rivers and lakes for 20 years, and he relies on this skill.

The short man in white stood in the snow in a daze, and he was stupid to be killed.

The woman's eyes shone brightly, and she was sad on the surface, but she was crazy with excitement in her heart. She loves to kill, just as flies love blood.

Yan Laosan seemed to be unable to stand the cold air, he covered his mouth and let out a violent cough. Just as Yan Laosan covered his mouth and coughed, the short and stout body of the short man in white suddenly swept up.

The short man in white didn't want to avenge his companions, he just wanted to escape.

"Those who know the times are Junjie!" The short man in white believes that he is Junjie!

Yan Laosan was still coughing, his hunched body had been bent into a bow. The more the bow is bent, the farther the arrow will shoot.

Yan Laosan's rickety body suddenly ejected out.

As soon as the short man in white swept out, he was knocked down. Before he could think about it, he felt a piercing pain in his chest. As soon as the pain began, he felt out of breath.

The short man in white fell into the snow. As soon as he fell into the snow, he rolled all over the ground. He only rolled a few times before he stopped.

After a while, the body of the short man in white was covered in heavy snow.

The woman slowly walked over to the body of the black-faced coachman, and she fell to her knees with a thud and pressed her little tear-filled face to the ground.

Yan Laosan looked at the woman's little face full of tears, and suddenly sighed: "He is dead......

The woman slowly raised her head, tears dripping down like pearls.

The softest part of Yan Laosan's heart was suddenly touched. He looked at the woman's touching little face and sighed: "Although Brother Xu was not killed by you, he died because of you!"

The woman sobbed, "I know...... I hurt Xu Ye...... Three years ago...... If I don't leave him...... Perhaps, there would not be today's tragedy. ”

Yan Laosan frowned and said, "Let the past pass!" It's just that the old man doesn't know anything. ”

The woman wiped away a handful of tears and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

Yan Laosan said: "Why did Baiyijian poison you?"

The woman looked at Yan Laosan blankly, shook her head and said, "The concubine is a Qinglou woman, and she doesn't know anything about the things in the rivers and lakes!"

Yan Laosan seemed to be talking to himself: "In the past few years, the thirteenth brother has never set foot in the rivers and lakes, but I didn't expect that today, he actually offended Baiyijian. There must be a secret in this. ”

The woman still shook her head blankly. Snowflakes fell on her little face. Her delicate little face was whiter than snow.

Yan Laosan suddenly strode towards the carriage.

The big green horse pulling the cart was spinning back and forth in the snow.

The thick sedan curtain was lifted, and Yan Laosan saw a sleeping face. This face was pale and haggard, sloppy but also proud. This man was dressed in a precious silk robe. The robe was black, like ink.

Yan Laosan frowned: "Who is this?"

The woman lowered her head and whispered, "Master Xu invited me here, but I didn't expect to meet a drunk man on the way." As she spoke, she suddenly let out a long sigh: "Xu Ye has a good heart, so he rescued this person from the car." ”

Yan Laosan sighed: "Brother Xu Thirteenth Bodhisattva has a heart, but he didn't expect to be poisoned. ”

The woman was weeping again.

Yan Laosan shook his head and sighed, and tears appeared in his old eyes. He glanced at the woman, then picked up the body of the black-faced coachman, and with a flicker, disappeared into the vast wind and snow.

The woman stood motionless, and as soon as Yan Laosan's figure disappeared, a smug smile appeared on her face. The woman's smile came very suddenly, and if she was not careful, she would definitely be taken aback.

Kaede fell asleep on her knees. He had no idea what was going on here.

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Fengyunzong's Fengjiazhuang is hidden in pine, bamboo, and cypress. The heavy snow could not hide its majestic momentum. A bluestone-paved avenue leads directly to Zhuangkou. There is a river at the mouth of the village, and there is a bridge on the river, and there are people on the bridge.

A thin young man stood at the head of the bridge.

The young man looked at Fengjiazhuang in the wind and snow, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Zhuangkou was quiet, without a sound.

The young man frowned. Large snowflakes fell on his eyebrows, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes jerked as he felt the murderous aura. A strong murderous aura.

Fengjiazhuang, the master is like a cloud, the terrain is steep, and the ambush is even more unpredictable.

In the depths of Zhuangzi, a bell suddenly sounded. The bell rang three times, and then there was a deathly silence.

The young man smiled bitterly, shook off the snow on his body, and suddenly stepped onto the stone bridge.

The hall of Fengjiazhuang is empty, and there are charcoal basins in the corners of the surrounding walls.

The charcoal fire in the charcoal basin is blazing. In the center of the hall is an offering table. The offering table was full of offerings. In front of the table beside the offering table, there is a huge incense burner.

(End of chapter)