Yes, and their awesome little guys, Song Cheng wants to rub his eyes, does he want to cry? Anyway, his eyes are a little wet, but how could he cry, it should be the rain that has been sprinkled into the corners of his eyes. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Well, it must be so.

At this moment, he finally understood what the old man meant, he liked the black market, he really liked the black market, and even the battle between the black market and the Four Gods Pavilion, he chose the black market, but at that time he didn't know that the old man in front of him was clearly a person from the Four Gods Pavilion. It may sound like it will make people laugh, a person from the Four Gods Pavilion, in the war between the two forces, but sincerely hopes that the other side wins, if this sentence spreads, then the Four Gods Pavilion may become the laughing stock of others even if it wins this time.

Such an old man who hoped for victory in the black market, but now stretched out his dry palm, perhaps he was the loneliest person in the world, no one knew him, not even him. Does that old man deceive? Song Cheng believes that it will not, a person who cultivates spiritual power, wants to see if a person has lied to him, just like a drunk person who can't even tell the difference between one and two but is asking the police if I am drunk.

But what if he likes this place, this is not his home after all, he can watch the waiters in the hotel smile at them every day, maybe it is sincere, he has lived here for more than ten years, maybe this place really feels like a home. But it's not here after all, not even if it looks like it...

Song Cheng looked at the old man, inexplicably distressed, he wanted to let go of his hand but he couldn't do that. Those little guys, yes, they are now raging like a sea of bad weather, tearing at everything they can now.

Seven points of health, he will definitely not survive here, but he rushed to the front, a face was squeezed into shape, and the somewhat rickety body was even forcibly squeezed to stand straight, but standing up straight, his head could only reach Heyuan's shoulders in front of him.

In the chaos, the old man's name tag was torn off, and the palm that was originally slightly twitching suddenly stopped at this moment, and the hand that was already cold and had no temperature was as cold as eternal ice at this moment.

Song Cheng let go of his hand, his body trembled slightly, this is war, people who are clearly friends at this moment, but you have to send your sword into his body, otherwise the person who dies in the next moment may be you, the reason is just because, these two people who have intersected with their lives, their backs are not the same country.

The world is so interesting, and it's disgusting to be funny.

Six people fought against more than fifty people, and no one noticed that the boss was there, of course he couldn't run away, because Wu Yu was standing at the door of the black market, boredly stretching out his palm to see the splash in his palm.

Maybe that person is also dead, Song Cheng was also forced to join the battle circle, he seemed to have suddenly gone crazy, tearing those people like jackals, and blood flowed out, not only from the Four Gods Pavilion, but also their own. The handsome face didn't know who grabbed him, and there were suddenly two more blood marks on his face, and the blood was pouring out.

He didn't know why, but he saw the old man's last look, and the old man saw him and smiled at him. The old man knew that he was the one holding his hand, but at that moment the trembling seemed to stop. The old man knew that Heyuan didn't see him, because that face had already passed over him, and on such a fierce battlefield, even he might not notice the appearance of an old man.

The battlefield was not very large, perhaps less than a hundred square meters, the corpses fell to the ground and were trampled, and the rain became their warmest embrace. Wei Hao didn't know who pushed him, and he also fell, and immediately two or three people scuffled on the ground.

Wu Yu noticed Song Cheng, the man who looked like a madman, and when he went crazy, he seemed to be even more terrifying than Wei Hao. He didn't know why, this elegant man, suddenly became like this, and became the most ferocious predator on the grassland.

Maybe even he didn't know it, he was still standing behind him stupidly, not knowing how to make a move, when he was still thinking about how to mobilize his mental power to control people, he held that hand, the old man's smile was very warm, as if he really looked at his grandson again, the fighting people roared loudly, this is the gate of the black stone, and the residential area is in the innermost part of the black market, not to mention that such a heavy rain is not worried that anyone will hear. Not to mention that far away, even if they say a word to each other, as long as you don't put your ear in front of that person, you will never be able to hear it.

But he always felt that at that moment he heard the old man's words, the old man looked at him and didn't look at his deformed hand, the pain seemed to have been stripped from his body at this moment, "Live well, don't die..."

That was the old man's last words, he knew that he had come to the end, he had seen their strength before, each of them was more than two hundred points of health, and it was impossible for them to win this battle.

He forced himself not to think about the old man's words, forced himself to look like crazy, and even kept yelling, "That old man, he is an undercover agent sent by the Four God Pavilion, he is lying to me, he just wants to live, so he lied to me and wanted me to let him go..."

He lied to himself, he could only lie to himself like this, without knowing the reason. But deceiving, deceiving, deceiving, maybe he will take it seriously, and he will start to go crazy and kill people. It seems that this is the only way to vent the anger in his heart.

Six people against more than 50 people was completely crushing, and it only took more than ten minutes from the time the first person fell to the ground. The last person, that person was a little obscene, he stared at Song Cheng as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything, there was not much anger in his eyes, what kind of emotion it was that he might not understand.

At the last moment, he actually laughed, and the laughter was inexplicable. Perhaps, because these brothers finally died together, none of these people chose to escape. There was a person standing at the door, but if someone tried to run, they would be able to run away.

Song Cheng tore off the last nameplate, unaware that his palm was already dripping with blood. Mixed with the rain, it began to tingle a little.

"Is it over?" Song Cheng looked at the corpses all over the ground and spread out a stall, of course, this stall may be a little ugly. He let go of the name tag in his hand and fell lightly.

He glanced at Wu Yu, Wu Yu was also tilting his head to look at him at the moment, he liked to tilt his head more and more to look at people, as if he could look fat in this way. Gu Xing's sturdy body was also a little embarrassed at the moment, most of the raincoat was torn, and he was wearing a T-shirt that was exposed at the moment, and only two buttons were left, revealing beautiful chest muscles.

Wu Yu didn't answer him, but suddenly raised his head. Suddenly the rain stopped, and the white feather-like thing fell, like catkins in spring, falling lightly, without even making a sound.

"It's snowing..." )