The spring rain fell on the wasteland, poured on the newly built walls of Langcheng, and poured it into this besieged city.

"Spring is coming."

The fall of the spring rain made everything in the wasteland begin to recover, and it also made people's hearts become turbulent.

Wang Mingyang sat in the city lord's mansion, looked at the spring rain outside the window, and said, "It's finally here." ”

Song Qing had only been in Langcheng for a month, but most of the time he was locked up in his room.

Today coincided with the first spring rain, and Song Qing came to Jiangbai Building to enjoy the rain.

This kind of elegant thing is not something that a bounty hunter who only fights and kills all day can do.

Song Qing asked for two pots of soju, ordered a plate of beef with sauce, and then leaned against the window and listened to the sound of rain falling on the ground outside.

"It's a pity that this kind of good times won't be seen every day in the future."

Song Qing will leave Langcheng in two days and return to the Song family's inner prison in Eastern City.

The inner prison is a prison after all, and if you go to the inner prison, even if you don't die, you have to shed your skin.

It's just that Song Qing has no regrets, he only hates that he didn't kill Tang Ran, otherwise it would be a big disaster for the Song family.

Thinking of this, Song Qing drank a glass of soju, the soju entered his throat, and the hot and spicy feeling made him enjoy it very much, and he would not always experience this feeling in the future.

The wind blew down the window into the room.

The door to the room suddenly opened, and a man in a cloak walked in.

Song Qing frowned and said, "You entered the wrong room." ”

This is Jiang Bailou, not a tavern.

The man under the cloak spoke, "That's right, I'm looking for you." ”

The sound from under the cloak made Song Qing feel a little familiar, but I don't know if it was because of the soju, he actually began to be in a trance, and he couldn't tell who it was for a while.

"Who are you?"

Song Qing began to become cautious, and the soju was placed on the table by him, and he was ready for the unexpected situation that was about to arise.

The cloak fell, revealing a young face.

Tang Ran.

"It's you!"

Song Qing looked at the face that he would never forget in his life, and he was secretly happy in his heart.

"God finally gave me another chance, I'm going to kill him!"

There was only one thought in Song Qing's mind, and that was to kill Tang Ran.

It's just that he didn't know that Tang Ran came here for the same purpose as him, to kill people.

Tang Ran has lived in purgatory for many years, and the title of God of War in Purgatory is not shouted in vain.

Tang Ran sat down with a big grin, and took a pot of soju from in front of Song Qing and brought it to him.

"You want to kill me?"

Tang Ran could feel the murderous aura on Song Qing's body, and only after he had a murderous intent, would there be a murderous aura.

Song Qing grinned, "You know. ”

With the soju in his stomach, Tang Ran's body that had been watered by the rain finally retreated, and the warmth spread all over his body from the position of the dantian.

The originally stiff body also disappeared after a glass of wine.

"Good wine, it's a pity that you won't have a chance to drink it in the future."

After Song Qing heard the words of perm dyeing, he smiled and said, "So confident? ”

"Hmm."

Tang Ran's voice was very light, and if you didn't listen carefully, it would be easy to ignore.

Song Qing sat next to Tang Ran, the killing intent in his heart was already about to be substantialized, and being able to materialize the killing intent explained a problem.

This is the youngest elder in the history of the Song family, and he is by no means an idle person.

"When the killing intent is substantiated, you can be regarded as entering the Shura Dao."

Song Qing was a little surprised, no one knew what path he was taking, but Tang Ran showed his direction at a glance.

Song Qing couldn't help but applaud and said, "You are the first to know the direction of my cultivation. ”

"Nothing strange, because so am I."

"Boom!"

After Tang Ran finished speaking, a muffled thunderous sound exploded from his body, and a blood-colored aura exploded from his body.

In just an instant, it suppressed all Song Qing's killing intent, more like swallowing it.

"Killing intent is substantialized!"

Song Qing was stunned, he had been cultivating hard for many years before he could barely materialize the killing intent a little, but why was the killing intent of the young man in front of him so strong?

Tang Ran's body was wrapped in this blood-colored aura, and said, "It won't be an accident now, right?" ”

Accidentally?

Song Qing knew now, no wonder Tang Ran saw his Shura Dao at a glance.

"You even cultivated the Shura Dao."

This was a great surprise to Song Qing, and the Shura Dao was the most difficult path in the world.

The hardest, but also the most dangerous.

"Do it yourself, or will I help you?"

Tang Ran sat quietly beside Song Qing like this, waiting for him to make his own choice.

Song Qing cultivated the Shura Dao, so he knew the power of the Shura Dao, not to mention that he looked at the bloody killing intent on Tang Ran's body, shook his head, and said, "There is no one in the Song family who committed suicide......"

"I see."

Tang Ran moved, and Song Qing stopped.

"I've got this soju."

All the killing intent on Tang Ran's body left his body, but fell on Song Qing's body.

Song Qing reluctantly showed a meaningful smile and said, "This bureau is really good. ”

"General."

Tang Ran left, and Song Qing still didn't seem to have any changes, except for the blood-colored killing intent on his body.

"Is this bureau really meant to deal with me?"

As soon as the words fell, Song Qing fell headlong to the ground, like a drunk.

It's just that the drunk still has life, and Song Qing's life has been eroded by the blood-colored killing intent.

The blood-colored killing intent disappeared from Song Qing's body, and Tang Ran, who was far away on the streets of Langcheng, seemed to have a sense, and said, "Shura Dao, you don't understand." ”

The spring rain fell lightly and hit Tang Ran's cloak, like a flower, hidden in the city with him.

The news of Song Qing's death did not spread.

Song Yin's face was like ashes, he didn't expect that Song Qing would be killed silently.

"Whose hand did it?"

Tang Yunxiang?

Ming Chengyu?

Or someone else?

The Song family has never suffered such a big loss, and they have not even found the murderer who killed Song Qing.

Song Yin's whole body was full of source power, and with one palm, he slapped the table on the side into powder.

"Check it out!"

"Yes!"

After the Song family came to Langcheng, there had never been such a big move today, and for a while, the entire Langcheng became stormy.

It's just that no one would have thought that the real murderer was enjoying the rain in the Yuan Mansion.

"Finished?"

Yuan Qu had a new fish food in his hands this time, while Tang Ran had no stones in his hands.

"Well, I just didn't expect him to cultivate the Shura Dao."

Tang Ran didn't notice this, thanks to Yuan Qu telling him.

Yuan Qu said: "The smell of Shura Dao is too strong, and you can smell it from a few miles away. ”

Tang Ran saw full of disgust from Yuan Qu's face.

Tang Ran said: "If I don't have a trick with you, I really want to know what level you are now." ”

"Forget it, such a beautiful view, don't spoil it."

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