Who can hate drunk in the song, and the wine has not disappeared after singing.

The melodious and tactful sound of the piano is like a grievance, such as a complaint, like a cry, and the aftersound is endless.

The two-story attic is painted with beams and carved buildings, which is very elegant and gorgeous. The bamboo curtain hangs low and outlines the graceful posture in the bright skylight, like the sound of heaven flowing slowly, permeating the tall, spacious and magnificent hall.

"There is a lot of new green between the branches, and the little buds hide a few reds. Cherish your heart and don't vomit lightly, and teach the peach and plum to make a spring breeze. Xiaoyang, Xiaoyang, it's really brighter than the sun. Evil Xiaoqi was lying on the carved rosewood table with Luodian, and his slightly tired eyes seemed to be floating with a faint layer of light mist, even though the beauties around him were like clouds. But he didn't seem to be able to see anyone, and he looked up at the attic stupidly, and there was some incomprehensible emotion in his bright eyes. Wei Ran sighed: "It turns out that those who are looking for it have been painstakingly and lonely for the sake of fleeting wealth, and they have spent their lives looking for what is lost and what cannot be gained. ”

"Found it, young master, young master, the little one who ran away for most of Jincheng can be regarded as finding you. The view in front of him was suddenly obscured by a black shadow like a wall. The guy gasped for breath as he gave a rough account of what had happened.

"What the hell, it's the shop's again, don't you see I'm busy, the old shopkeeper can't be the master of this little thing. As soon as Evil Xiaoqi saw this guy, he was in a bad mood, and scolded impatiently: "You listen to me, you can do such a small thing in the future, don't keep bothering me." Get out of here. ”

"Knowing the young master, the little one will return to the old shopkeeper. When he turned to leave, the guy muttered in his heart: "Anyway, you don't care too much, it's just a formality."

... The sun shines like clear gold dust through the window. Xu Li, the head catcher, squinted slightly, his eyebrows condensed, and stared at the Chengxin pawnshop facing the street, his eyes were as gloomy as night. According to the informant, the thunder of the second master of the cloud peak was shocking, and a few days ago, he made a post to the mansion of 10,000 people, agreed to visit in person three days later, and pawned the pawn items in the Chengxin pawnshop by the way.

It's not that the old head catcher, who has always been thoughtful, doesn't believe in the authenticity of the news. Instead, he quickly noticed a few people he had planted in the vicinity on the crowded street, and seemed to be completely unaware of the increasing and urgent number of people following behind him. The men were well-dressed and quick and alert. It is by no means comparable to the reckless bandits who are full of evil, and they are clearly like well-trained soldiers. Thinking of this, Xu Zhutou's heart couldn't help but sink suddenly.

Thunderbolt stepped out of the pawnshop's door.

The sunlight was a little dazzling, and he squinted slightly and was stunned, and suddenly had a strange feeling, but he couldn't tell what it was. Looking around, I seemed to smell an unsettling smell from the peach blossom-like air. So, he lowered his voice with a side face and told his subordinates to pay attention.

A few people quickly turned to the corner of the street and entered a cold bluestone alley, outside the alley there was a hundred-year-old acacia and high walls made of bluelime on both sides, which were completely different worlds from the noisy street outside. The ground is undulating and narrow, and there are only passers-by.

The thunderbolt vest was attached to the corner of the wall, and his head was twisted to one side, trying to look out. A woman with an umbrella had just walked into the alley, met his gaze, unconsciously turned her head, got up and walked out. There was also a young man who looked like a scholar came over slowly, and he was startled when he saw these fierce gods, hesitated, took a step, turned around, and turned back.

Fifty meters away, the streets are still bustling. I don't see the slightest abnormality.

The alley is narrow and long, curvy like a trouser belt, so it is also called trouser belt alley. Looking at it from Xu Li's angle, he could only see the crimson ridge tiles like fish scales on the walls on both sides of the alley. The cunning foxes got in and never showed up again. Xu Li was not worried that they would flee from the west end of the alley, where the end of the moat that stretched to the northwest was a bottomless moat, and only a fool would go in that direction. Therefore, Xu Li did not order further action, and the mysterious sergeants who watched coldly were also unmoved, hiding in the crowd like dormant beasts. From time to time, I glanced in the direction of Trouser Belt Alley.

There was a wind blowing.

The old acacia standing by the wall made a rustling sound, startling a few birds and finches fluttering their wings and flying into the blue sky.

There was a murderous and chilling atmosphere in the air.

It's coming, it's finally here.

Thunder sighed lightly.

With the suffocating sound of metal humming, several cold rays above the head suddenly rose mixed with the mania of the wind and rain, and the whirlpool-like air flow forced people to breathe.

The clanging sound of metal clashing, the sound of sharp blades cutting through human bodies, and the uncontrollable howl of pain play a terrifying symphony. A man beside Lei Jingtian was stabbed in the neck, and blood spurted out. Hurriedly covered the wound with one hand, probably slashing the major artery, and the red blood continued to gush from between the fingers, and soon soaked through the clothes. The sharp sunlight reflected the sword of the cold forest, and the speed of the return horse was extremely fast, and the man had no room to maneuver and dodge, and he felt that his heart suddenly spasmed, and he tried his best to bow his head in trembling. Then he saw the bloody tip of the knife on his chest, and the steel knife passed through his back to his chest. The man let out a low whimper in his throat, and warm blood foamed from his mouth and nose, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

The bald head in the corner of the wall roared with bulging eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw out a silver soft whip, which rolled around several sharp blades in the air like a snake and threw them into the distance. A few figures swayed around in a trance, leaving no trace.

The thunderous weapon had already been unfolded, and it was actually a long black and dull mace, long and bladeless, with four edges, the upper end was slightly smaller, and the lower end had a handle, also known as "Jane". The blood mist splattered between the opening and closing, and wherever the blade went, the stump and broken arm flew up. Because this bandit knows that the situation in front of him cannot be delayed, and only by breaking the cauldron and fighting a bloody way can he die in the afterlife.

The thunderous moves don't have too many fancy and subtle variations. The simplicity and roughness honed in actual combat are more practical in narrow street battles. Waving and whistling, he quickly forced back a few men guarding the alleyway, and the situation slowed down for the time being. The squinted eyes of the earth-shattering thunder saw clearly through the blood-mist air, and the men in ordinary clothes, well-trained, and grim-faced.

The leader was in a black robe and black hat, and he couldn't see any expression, only the sharpness in his eyes like a piercing steel needle. The other few are all single-handed, and their pace is steady, and their internal strength attainments are not shallow. After all, I have been in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years and have seen countless bloody storms. Lei Jingtian watched the men beside him scream one by one and fell in a pool of blood, his face did not change and his heart did not beat, and he was about to report the other party's name, but the black-robed man did not answer, and the blade flashed over like a ghost, and his feet were on the city wall and pulled out of thin air, and the cold light was wrapped in the cold sound of breaking the wind and slashed in the void at a strange angle.

A terrifying spark splashed with a "zheng" sound.

The thunder shook the ground, and the burly body was more than a meter above the ground, blocking the fatal blow fiercely, leaving a slight trembling buzz of metal after the sword and mace hit in the air.

Thunder was taken aback.