Zhao Zheng came in disappointment, frowned, and walked to his home. Along the way, he repeatedly recalled everything that had just happened, when he thought of Lin Jiyuan, he couldn't help but feel angry, and when he thought of Lin Zhong'er, those gases disappeared again, especially when he thought of Lin Zhong'er's pitiful appearance of turning back with tears, those gases couldn't be lifted even more.

"No, I can't just leave, that 'Flying Beam Flea' Du Qian may come over one day, if I leave, who will protect Lin Zhong'er. Besides, the Cloud Boots are very important to me, and I have to get my hands on them. Zhao Zheng changed his mind, stopped halfway, turned around and came back.

Since Lin Jiyuan didn't welcome him, then he didn't go back to the Chūn Medical Center anymore, anyway, there were houses everywhere around, just find a place to stay.

As the so-called rich and easy to do, Zhao Zheng quietly returned to the vicinity of the Hui Chūn Medical Center, found the house next door to the Hui Chūn Medical Center, accommodated the head of the household, made dozens of taels of silver, rented a small house from the family's courtyard, and told the head of the household to keep it secret and not to talk about it to anyone.

The head of the household helped Zhao Zheng clean up the hut, moved a wooden bed, and set up a makeshift brazier for heating. Although the hut was a little simple, it could only be put together. Martial artists walk the rivers and lakes, and sleeping in the open is commonplace, and it is good to have a hut to live in.

Zhao Zheng started his cultivation in the hut and spent the day with his cultivation. In the dead of night, he changed into a set of black sè night clothes, pushed the door and walked out of the house.

He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he jumped up, hit the wall with one foot, and his body took off again with the help of his body, and flew onto the roof. He strolled along the black-tiled rooftop, gazing at the general situation on and below the roof, thinking about which direction he might jump back into the Chūn Hospital if Du Qian came, and where he would hide and wait for an opportunity.

At this time, the cold moon is hanging high, the moon is sprinkled all over the earth, and the roofs of thousands of households are connected, and the outline can be vaguely discerned, and Zhao Zheng standing on the roof is like a big black cat, and can only see a black shadow.

Zhao Zheng circled around the rooms where he lived, and then flew to the roof of the Chūn Medical Center, and there was a soft sound from his footing, but it didn't alarm the neighbors. He walked cautiously to the edge of the southwest corner of the Hui Chūn Medical Center, which was in a good position to see both the street and the patio. He felt uncomfortable squatting, so he sat on top of the roof tiles, one leg hunched and the other hanging down.

The surrounding families were immersed in gentle dreams, but Zhao Zheng stayed alone on the cold roof, thinking about how to kill someone.

In the past, he would never be comfortable with such a thing as murder, but now he doesn't feel anything wrong. The reason why he became so bold was because of the merits of the two life-and-death battles he had experienced before, once a person experienced life and death, he would naturally become much bolder, just like sandstone sharpening a sword, the sharper it became. He has quietly changed in one dangerous experience after another, and his whole body is beginning to appear.

After some observation, Zhao Zheng found a suitable place to squat in the pit, which was located on the roof north of the Hui Chūn Medical Center, where he could hide behind the slope of the roof. Whether Du Qian came from the east or the west, he couldn't see what was going on behind the roof. Once Du Qian arrives and falls into the courtyard, he can give Thunder a blow from top to bottom, killing him with a sword. He was mentally calculated and unintentional, attacking the injured state in his heyday, even if Du Qian was a heavenly higher realm than him, he was sure of victory.

Winning is no longer an issue, the next step is to think about the post-win issue.

Although this world is ancient, the law and punishment are complete, and it is not okay to kill people indiscriminately. Fortunately, when Du Qian appeared, his identity belonged to absconding with a crime, and killing him was not a crime, and there was no need to worry about the future.

"After killing him, I just took off his boots and took them away, and found a place where no one was there and hid them in the system warehouse. But if his body is without boots, will it arouse suspicion? Zhao Zheng turned this thought in his heart, thought for a moment, and had a plan.

He could buy several pairs of boots of different sizes in advance, and after killing Du Qian, he would find a suitable boot for Du Qian to wear, so that he would not know it.

He nodded, and decided to take the time to go out tomorrow to buy a few pairs of boots and come back, and keep them for Du Qian's corpse to wear.

All the problems are solved, and there is no need to do anything else in the future, just wait for Du Qian to appear.

In the game, the quest for Du Qian appeared in October, and now it's only the end of September.

Because Zhao Zheng was worried that Du Qian might come early, he started squatting in the pit from tonight. He leaned on the roof of the house he had found, quietly observing the movement on the house. He lay on his stomach like this all night, and in the second half of the night, he felt faintly chills. Since he wanted to raise jīng to accumulate sharpness, he didn't dare to waste his internal strength, so he could only bear the cold silently, and he had no luck to drive away the cold.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Zheng returned to the rented cottage to change his clothes, took a nap, stayed in Dongfang Dabai, went out to eat something, bought a few pairs of boots, and then came back to continue to rest.

When it was time to squat in the pit at night, he learned to be obedient, dressed a little thicker, and brought a pot of wine, intending to drink to drive away the cold. On this cold night, it is also quite a poetic thing to accompany wine with the cold wind.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps in the patio, and I saw Lin Jiyuan walking to the door of his granddaughter's boudoir with a plate and a few steaming meals, knocked on the door a few times, and said softly with a bitter face: "My good granddaughter, what grandpa said yesterday was too heavy, don't take it to heart, grandpa will compensate you here." You haven't eaten much seriously in the past two days, so I've cooked a few specialty dishes for you, so hurry up and eat some. If you don't eat, you're going to starve. ”

"Grandpa, I'm not hungry, you can take the food away." Lin Zhong'er's voice came from the room.

"Nonsense, you only ate a few bites of food at dinner, how can you not be hungry."

"I really don't want to eat it."

"You open the door, I'll bring you food, you have to eat these meals tonight, if you don't eat, then I will go on a hunger strike with you from tomorrow, if you don't eat, I won't eat either." Lin Jiyuan threatened.

"Grandpa, don't be embarrassed for me."

"I'm making things difficult for you, it's obvious that you're making things difficult for me."

Lin Zhong'er in the house stopped talking, and after a short while, he opened the door and welcomed his grandfather in. After the two entered the house, Zhao Zheng couldn't hear the specific conversation outside.

Zhao Zheng felt very puzzled, yesterday, Lin Jiyuan was still fierce to his granddaughter, why did he make a 180-degree turn today, what kind of medicine is sold in Lin Jiyuan's gourd? He couldn't figure it out, and then Suo Xìng didn't think about it anymore, anyway, this was someone's family affair, and it had nothing to do with him.

After a while, Lin Zhong'er's door was opened, and Lin Jiyuan walked out with some leftovers, and it could be seen that Lin Zhong'er still didn't eat much, but he finally ate some. Seeing Lin Zhong'er eating, Zhao Zheng was quite happy.

From then on, every night Zhao Zheng would lie on the roof of the Hui Chūn Medical Center and wait for Du Qian to appear, and after a few hours, he never waited for the snitch. He waited from the end of September to the beginning of October, spent the few days of autumn and winter, and ushered in the cold winter of this year.

……

On the fifth day of October, the beginning of winter, everything is not appropriate.

The yellow calendar says that everything is inappropriate, but few people take it seriously.

In the Jucai gambling house in Qibao County, a group of gamblers gambled as usual, so they didn't care about any inappropriate matters.

There are not many gambling games in this gambling house, and there are three tables in the front hall, all of which are small gambling games, surrounded by some ordinary people. In the back room, there are a few single rooms, which are relatively quiet, and the gambling games are relatively large, and there is no dozens of taels of silver in the pocket that cannot be served.

Tonight, the Fortune Gambling House set up a special big gambling game, and the participants in it were some rich people, ninety percent of whom were wealthy businessmen, and only one person was an exception.

The man was a thief, and all the money in his pocket was stolen. Of course, only he knows that he is a thief, and in the eyes of outsiders, he is a broad young master who spends a lot of money.

His name is Du Qian, Flying Beam Flea Du Qian, a triple heavenly warrior who steals for a living.

"Buy big and buy small, buy and leave!" The dealer shouted and glanced at the gamblers in front of him with fiery eyes.

These people play dice, the game is very simple, the dealer shakes three dice with a dice cup, and then buckles on the table, let gamblers bet, guess what the number of dice is opened, if the bet is won, the dealer will lose money, if the bet is not successful, the dealer will collect money.

There are three dice in total, and a variety of points can be randomly drawn, and it is not easy to bet on it. The gambler's choice of bets is large, and the simplest is the odd and even numbers, in addition to special points such as straights and leopards. Depending on the odds of occurrence, the odds of the bet are also different, with the odds of the big and the small odds being the lowest, while the odds of the straight and the leopard are much higher.

There are many squares drawn on the table, and words such as "big", "small", "single" and "double" are written in the grid, and after the game is opened, gamblers will bet their money according to their own judgment.

Now, there are many gamblers who have made the difficult choice of betting on silver tickets or ingots of various values in various squares.

"Beauty, what do you think I should bet on?" Du Qian turned his head with a smile, looked at the delicate warbler in his arms, and kissed the warbler on the soft face by the way.

"Childe, the slave family has lost three games in a row, and they don't dare to play anymore, so you better bet on yourself." Liuying smiled and shook her head, and fell into the man's arms softly and bonelessly.

"It's only been three games to lose, what's there to be afraid of, maybe you can win this game." Du Qian raised his hand that had pried through countless locks, took out a silver ticket from his arms, rolled it up, and stuffed it into the full slit on Liuying's chest, "This money is rewarded to you, you can bet whatever you want." ”

"Since the son said so, then the slave family will dare to help the son do it for another game." Liuying smiled, took out the silver ticket, and the beautiful eyes circled, and bet on the "single" with the silver ticket.