At this time, Qin Xianglin was standing diagonally opposite, on the fifth floor of a small hotel twenty meters away, looking at the flames burning on the second floor of a three-story house, and he was also smoking. Watermark Ad Test Watermark Ad Test

He frowned, puzzled. Lin Danfeng's fire made Qin Xianglin feel very surprised.

Wang Hongmei died in the fire of the earth branch in the Liuhe tonight.

The earthly branch of the six combined fire, according to the thirteen needles of the trick gate, should be dead, and the qi and blood flow backwards.

According to fate, he should have died in the southern fire land.

I didn't expect Lin Danfeng to use fire personally.

Qin Xianglin felt surprised and stunned, but at the same time he felt understandable.

In the sea of fire, life is consumed little by little. Such a cruel death can also be regarded as a redemption.

Qin Xianglin went downstairs and drew a circle on a quiet crossroads in the city.

Lao Hu's name is written in the circle, and then ingots candles, coins and incense are put in. The lighter was lit, and the yellow and white paper was lit.

The flames were blue and yellow, and green smoke rose slowly.

"Uncle Hu, your feud is over! Go on the road with peace of mind, don't worry about it again! There is me in the world. Let's still look at each other! “

The firelight brightened little by little in the silent crossroads of the city, and dimmed little by little with the cold wind.

Since then, in the world, the traces of Lao Hu have become weaker and weaker.

Qin Xianglin watched the yellow paper coin being burned clean, before turning around and leaving, walking towards the depths of the night.

A figure suddenly appeared next to the fire, he looked at the burned paper ashes, stopped for three seconds, and chased after Qin Xianglin's footprints like floating clothes.

Qin Xianglin walked in the darkness, although the surroundings were gloomy, but he strode without hesitation.

It was as if he was the one who was born to break through the darkness.

Thirty seconds after he walked through, a dark shadow would appear.

His pace was almost the same as Qin Xianglin's, neither fast nor slow, like a shadow.

Walking through the darkness, in the face of the chaotic road, the speed of that dark shadow suddenly accelerated.

He walked silently, he was like a kite, a line was nailed to Qin Xianglin's back, no matter where Qin Xianglin went, he followed Qin Xianglin's trajectory and followed closely behind.

Qin Xianglin walked towards the car parked on the side of the road, and the shadow quickened his pace and stopped about ten meters away from Qin Xianglin.

The black sedan blends in with the darkness, and the street lights prevent them from blending and make the black glass clear.

Qin Xianglin looked down at himself reflected on the glass of the car, and immediately threw himself to the side,

Almost at the same time, a gunshot rang out in the darkness.

A loud sound rang far into the night, like a sword smashing out.

In response to the gunshots, the windows of the car crackled.

After Qin Xianglin fell to the ground, he jumped up slightly again like a rabbit, and then got into the green belt on the side.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

The gunfire did not stop, treating Qin Xianglin as a living bull's-eye.

Qin Xianglin drilled into the green belt. I could hear the green trees around me being interrupted and flying around.

Qin Xianglin wanted to get out, but he saw a black shadow only three meters away from him.

He stood under a street lamp with a gun in his right hand.

The light was like day, and he stood in his own figure, like two people.

His one-eyed look at Qin Xianglin, there was no hatred in it, no fanaticism, only a bloodthirsty edge.

Qin Xianglin was lying in the green belt, his body stiffened, and he felt a cold rising from the bottom of his heart.

Qin Xianglin felt death, and the cold aura of death rushed to his face, enveloping his whole body in an instant.

Because, the black shadow has one eye and the light inside, and the cold clock Jiahui. How similar.

Only their ordinary characters have such a unique light.

There is no hatred and fanaticism, and a sober brain as always, no mistake can be made at any time.

Whether it is eighteen killing boxing, or Hong boxing is authentic.

It's useless in front of the cold muzzle, the king of weapons, taking people's lives, easy as dressing, simple as fart.

"Huh??" A cold smile erupted from the corners of One-Eye's mouth, revealing a mouthful of scorched teeth.

Qin Xianglin looked at this dignity deadly. Because, this will be the last face he will see in the world.

Just as One-Eye pulled the trigger, his hand suddenly shook.

"Bang!"

The cold spear let out a violent roar, as if it had collapsed Qin Xianglin's world.

He missed, and the bullet almost grazed Qin Xianglin's ear.

Qin Xianglin saw a light, a fleeting light, brushing his life past, I don't know where it flew to, but it didn't take Qin Xianglin's world away.

Qin Xianglin's whole body was covered with blood and cold, he couldn't distinguish his hands and feet, and he couldn't move at all.

The feeling of rubbing shoulders with death made Qin Xianglin's heart chill.

"Brother, a gun is not a decent thing!" A voice came from the darkness.

Five meters away, a man stood with a cigarette in his mouth, the light behind him cast in front of him, and his outline could still be seen vaguely.

Like an axe and a chisel splitting, the sculpted contours of his face gave Qin Xianglin a familiar feeling.

That man is known as the god of killing in the rivers and lakes, which is terrifying.

Zhong Jiahui strode forward, with injuries on his feet, and he was still lame when he walked.

One-Eye's right hand was wounded, and the gun fell to the ground.

But One-Eye doesn't just have a gun, he doesn't know a hand.

With his left hand, he pulled out his gun, but before it could be drawn, the man had already fallen to the ground.

Blood seeped out little by little from his temples and neck.

Two places, two blood holes the size of sesame seeds.

Zhong Jiahui was slightly lame, walked in front of Qin Xianglin, looked down at Qin Xianglin lying on his back in the green bushes from top to bottom, and said with interest:

"It's like a king!"

Chung Ka-fai is a strange person who never laughs when he jokes.

Qin Xianglin was stunned for a moment, struggling to stand up, but the whole person fell into the green tree.

The butt fell to the ground, and finally felt that Zhong Jiahui's joke was really funny.

So, he laughed out loud in a panic.

Then, in embarrassment, he stood up.

Zhong Jiahui looked at the corpse on the ground, looked at the person with only one eye, and said, "A gun is not a decent thing!" “

Qin Xianglin looked at the one-eyed, the one-eyed of the corpse was still open, as if he was not dead, or might come back alive at any time.

"Brother Jiahui?? Why are you here? Qin Xianglin was surprised and happy.

This is the lame man who pulled Qin Xianglin back from the line of death.

"I'm everywhere!" Chung Ka-fai replied casually.

Qin Xianglin nodded, happy that Zhong Jiahui was everywhere.

The night devoured the one-eyed corpse like this, like a flame devouring Wang Hongmei's life.

Doctor Yang stood outside the three-story house with his latest results, and through the rusty door, he saw the black smoke billowing out of the inside. Dumbfounded.

Lin Youtian and Lin Danfeng were like water vapor, evaporated by flames, and they were nowhere to be seen.

Doctor Yang was stunned and angry at the same time. He slammed the potion in his hand against the rusty door, shattering a world.

"Qin Xianglin. You mortal demon! Doctor Yang roared loudly, eager to grab Qin Xianglin and throw him into the fire, and then he wanted to watch Qin Xianglin be burned to death little by little.

Doctor Yang returned to the hospital in a crowd of onlookers. Under the hospital lights, for the first time, he felt that the disease was far less vicious than Qin Xianglin.

At this time, Qin Xianglin opened a bottle of wine, called Hu Xue and Hu Bing, and ordered the best dishes in the hotel in the quiet hotel room.

The waiter in the dress pushed the cart, delivered the food and wine, smiled slightly and lit the candle, and then nodded and left.

Everything seems simple and capable, and full of ritual.

Candlelight, dinner, wine, food, the surroundings are quiet and quiet, like a knight feasting in an old castle.

However, everything is far from so glorious and heavy.

Qin Xianglin poured the sobered red wine into the goblet of Hu Xue's sister and brother, and then poured himself bright red wine.

Red wine. It is called a living liquid.

On this quiet night, facing this living liquid, Qin Xianglin didn't know whether to be happy or sad, and he didn't even know how to say it.

Qin Xianglin shook the red wine and was silent, like the master in the castle. In the candlelight, the heart is heavy.

Finally, Qin Xianglin still raised his wine glass, looked at Hu Xue and Hu Bing with soft eyes, and said a heavy topic gently: "I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" “

Hu Xue was silent, her bright eyes flashed with light, not joy, not calm, whether it was good news or bad news, she had roughly guessed.

After all, she is smart and clever, and she is smart and wise.

Hu Bing said: "Listen to the good news first! “

Hu Bing may or may not have guessed, he just chose to believe in Qin Xianglin.

A kind of worship of the greatness of the hero by the little man, with blindness.

"The good news is that your father's vengeance has been avenged!" Qin Xianglin said, and after speaking, he cautiously looked at the expressions on the faces of the two.

"Good! That's great! Thank you, Uncle Man! Hu Bing's blood was boiling.

Hu Xue's line of hot tears rolled down her eyes, and on her delicate face, crystal tears glistened in the candlelight.

Qin Xianglin looked at Hu Xue's appearance and felt heartbroken, and he didn't know whether to continue talking.

Good news and bad news, in fact, is just one news. But Qin Xianglin had to say it separately.

This is a cruel fact, a cold-blooded and ruthless society will always leave simple people scarred.

Qin Xianglin wanted to tell them the bad news, not waiting for them to ask.

"The bad news is that from now on, you will only be sisters and brothers, you are each other's relatives, and there will be no more parents!"

Qin Xianglin said as calmly as possible.

Hu Bing's blood seemed to be cold, Hu Xue's tears turned from one to two, and the rolling pearls shattered on the napkin.

The sudden silence, burning in the candlelight, permeated every corner of the room.

Qin Xianglin turned his face sideways, overlooking the lights of the city from a high-rise building of more than fifty floors.

The night scene is like a sky full of stars, sprinkled in the corners of this world, staging joys and sorrows.

The sorrow of mortals is like humility like grass mustard, and the tears shed seem to tell that the world is not worthy.

Before the earth, I believe that everyone is an angel. Qin Xianglin heard Hu Xue's low sobs and whimpered.

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