Su Liu gently climbed onto the eaves, without making a sound, as light as a piece of flying flotsam floated up, but his movements were swift and very powerful, like a cheetah pounced.

The prey is ahead.

There were two people flying away on the eaves like meteors in front of him, and Su Liu already knew who they were at this time.

Although they were all effective in hiding their true appearances, the name of the servant, as well as the restrained murderous aura on their bodies, reminded Su Liu of a person and a place.

To live is to be drunk and dream of death

Xiao Meng is Meng Xing's soul, that is, the protagonist of the Meteor Butterfly Sword.

This "murder sword goes, meteor trails back", after the sword comes out, the blood mist splashes, and people are nameless and invisible assassins in the blood mist, in Su Liu's opinion, it is definitely not sophisticated enough.

The real killer is like a ghost, without a name, without a face, without fame.

Xiao Meng has been able to control himself to be absolutely calm, perfectly integrate into his disguised identity, and then wait for the best time to stab the killer sword.

If he met not Su Liu, but the golden gun Li, he would not be able to succeed.

It's a pity that there are never ifs in the world.

In Su Liu's eyes, Xiao Meng is still too young after all, more than killing, and inexperienced, although he has enough strain and eyesight, but there are still some flaws in the details of his killing.

At this time, Su Liu forgot that he was also a young man who was not more than twenty years old.

"Ye Xiang, I'm sorry."

When Xiao Meng was galloping, he apologized to the man in black in front of him guiltily.

This operation, there is a mistake in him, which means that the operation has completely failed, not only failed. Even one of the employers was killed by the target. Their confidence and reputation are a big blow.

"I don't blame you, I've killed many good hands, and I've never seen that kind of swordsmanship, this person is terrifying, far more terrifying than any big sect leader on the rivers and lakes."

The man in black beside Xiao Meng was Ye Xiang. Ye Xiang was a gloomy teenager, and his face didn't look very good-looking, and he was very unhappy at the thought of disappointing that woman's instructions.

"Sister Gao"

Xiao Meng mentioned this name, Ye Xiang suddenly fell silent, and the two didn't speak again, but quickly picked up the path and jumped to the south.

Because their home is on the south side.

The prey in front of him was three points faster, and Su Liu took another sip of wine, and also restrained his idle thoughts, and his breath was locked. Lift your breath and fly after him.

At this time, he gathered the strengths of Jiuyin and the ancient tomb and the iron sword gate, and compared with Xiangshuai's moon-stepping incense, he didn't know how, and in a short time, the Golden Gun Fort and Luoyang behind him had become smaller and smaller.

Rushing home from Luoyang in one go, Meng Xingsoul and Xiao Ye had already carefully hidden their whereabouts, and they didn't even eat a meal, they all ate steamed buns that were already rancid and harder than stones hidden on their bodies.

They had carefully watched to see if anyone was following them.

The answer, of course, is no, presumably only ghosts will follow them in such a mountain road and jungle that is not walked by people at all.

So they went home very relieved and worried.

Dozens of feet away.

Suliu wears a bronze mask. It's very clever to control this distance within this range.

He saw the two of them dodge into a cabin.

This small cabin is beside the maple grove at the foot of the mountain, and the dim light illuminates the pale window paper. Su Liu could hear the laughter of the woman inside from a distance, piercing through the thin window paper.

Killers often need to vent after killing to calm their boiling hearts again.

Su Liu didn't go to them, he could have killed them directly in the Golden Gun Fort that day, but they were just pawns, and there was no benefit in killing them directly.

Suliu is not a person who kills for pleasure, he is looking for the chess player behind them.

This chess player is a woman. At this time, it should be in that place not far away, Happy Forest.

Happy Forest is located on the border of the two major forces of Sun Mansion Sun Yubo and Twelve Feipeng Gang Wanpeng King, which seems to be difficult to mix, but in fact, the left and right are in the source, and Boss Gao's business is very big.

Xiao Meng and Ye Xiang's home is in Happy Forest. Of course, they are also the people under Boss Gao.

There are definitely a lot of people in this Jianghu who know fast Lorraine.

When you think of this name, people on the rivers and lakes will smile.

Because the people who go there are there for the real pleasure, the pleasure that you can't think of anywhere else.

If you are hurt by love, then congratulations, you can find a girl in the Happy Forest who is ten times more gentle and beautiful than the woman who hurt you, and she will definitely lighten your wound with the same tenderness as water.

If you have the courage to make a desperate bet, then congratulations, there are giant high-rollers in the Happy Forest, and maybe you will be the next giant to rise.

If you want to kill someone, congratulations, you've found the right place, there is no more efficient killer than Happy Forest, as long as you go there with plenty of money to find the Wen manager, you will definitely be able to find the answer there that satisfies you.

Of course, if you can afford to pay for it.

Because whether it is a good-looking woman, a desperate refreshment, or a murder, these three prices have never been cheap.

When Su Liu stepped into the happy forest of wine, sex, wealth, and three yuan, someone immediately found him.

The reason why he found Su Liu was because on any occasion, Su Liu appeared with anyone, and others would always pay attention to Su Liu first, and even only Su Liu would be in their eyes.

It was very natural to notice him, in other words, to stand out from the crowd.

This middle-aged man greeted him mysteriously, his face was very wrinkled, wrinkled like tree bark, and his figure was also very tall, he saw at a glance the piece of clotted white jade worth 10,000 gold dotted on the folding fan in Su Liu's hand, and his eyes were full of brilliance.

"Hello son, I am the steward of Wen, the housekeeper of Happy Forest, you can tell me anything you want."

He quickly took Su Liu in, and while walking, he introduced himself to Su Liu very succinctly, and then he didn't even ask Su Liu's name, so he sighed and sighed: "Childe, what do you say people live for?" ”

Su Liu didn't think about it, and said very frankly: "For love, money, and power." ”

Steward Wen had a smile like an old tree blooming on his face, and he said, "If it's not for love, not for power, and not for money." What is the meaning of living this life, it is better to die and settle the account. ”

He flattered him appropriately: "For a person like Childe, he must already have the right to love money, so Childe must have an enemy alive?" ”

Su Liu smiled bitterly: "Yes, there are three thousand enemies, and I can't sleep at night." ”

Steward Wen showed a very understanding look, and said warmly: "When you arrive at the Happy Forest, although you can rest assured, there are countless beauties and endless good wine, because this is the safest place in the world." The person who Childe wants to move must be a big business. ”

Then Su Liu casually handed him a few silver tickets, patted him on the shoulder, and laughed: "Yes, you are very discerning, you have taken a big business for your host." ”

Ten thousand taels!

Steward Wen bowed his head humbly, and quickly accepted the silver ticket, his heart had already set off a storm, there were many people coming and going in the happy forest, and there were many rich businessmen and high-rollers, but few people would spend money like this.

To be precise, no one has ever spent money like this, because although those people have money, they are not necessarily generous to this extent, and they will feel distressed when they spend money.

Such a bold way of spending money is as if money is no longer money.

Isn't this really a silver ticket?

Steward Wen twitched~ moved his hawk nose, smelled the familiar and real smell on the silver ticket, he was already drunk: "Childe come with me, this business is absolutely necessary." (To be continued......)