(The third watch, I didn't buy a cake today, and I didn't call someone out**, so I silently boiled a few eggs to celebrate my birthday.) It's quiet, it's very well-behaved, I'm serious about codewording. ）

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I slept until about seven o'clock in the evening.

When Zhao Futu woke up, it was already dark, he moved his muscles and bones, and then went into the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for himself, and then fry a few poached eggs to deal with. But at this time, a rather abrupt ringtone suddenly sounded, Zhao Futu took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at it, but it showed Aunt Lan's phone number.

"Hello? Aunt Lan? Zhao Futu put the noodles into the boiling water and said with a smile: "Is there anything you need me to do?" ”

"Little Floating Massacre...... Hmm......" Aunt Lan let out a misty light hum, and then gasped and said, "I...... I'm at the Grand Regency Hotel! …… Hurry up! …… I can't hold it anymore! ……”

Zhao Futu's phone fell suddenly, but he immediately leaned over to catch it before it hit the ground.

"Click!"

When he caught the phone, perhaps because of his emotions, he unconsciously overexerted himself, but the phone was crushed, but he crushed the screen. At this moment, he exuded a trace of cold aura from his body, and that aura condensed into an emotionless killing intent, a feeling that he hadn't seen for a long time, because he knew that he wanted to kill someone!

Zhao Futu walked out of the room with an expressionless face, and then jumped directly from the third floor.

- "Bump! ”

With the dull sound of landing, he slowly stood up, and then his figure rushed out of the community like a ghost, crossed the road, ran the red light, and quickly approached the east of the city center! He knew where the Grand Regency Hotel was, it was about ten minutes away, and if he had crossed it in a straight line, he should have been able to get there in five minutes by now!

People are not necessarily afraid of death.

In fact, many of us have had suicide when we are lost and in despair, which is our innate instinct, so in order to survive, it may be the biggest source of motivation for people, but it may also be the last straw that crushes hope.

People live to die one day.

Even if it was a cultivator like Zhao Futu, he knew that he was only a little longer than the others at most. When the prosperity is gone, he will have to face death after all.

Therefore, he is actually afraid of death, and he is not afraid of death!

But in life, in fact, there are many things that are more precious than life, money and material things have eroded our hearts, and we have lost our faith, and our fear of death has intensified!

Zhao Futu has always had a bottom line in his heart, which is higher than his life, he used to be his mother, and now he is Aunt Lan.

He is the only relative in this world!

Now someone has touched the last trace of the bottom line in his heart, which is even more difficult for him to accept than someone pointing a gun at his head! Almost instantly, he surged up with a wave of killing intent, that kind of cold killing as if he wanted to tear people apart! He was like a robot at the moment, and the one who seized the opportunity to kill the head wolf seemed to have reappeared.

He leaped from neighborhood to neighborhood, and as the evening night hid his figure, he flew forward like a ghost.

He's very fast!

He crossed the intersections of one neighborhood street after another, his speed was almost sixty yards, and again and again when he was about to collide with people, or because he was about to hit a wall because he was too fast, or even when there were speeding cars around him, he predicted in advance as if he had countless eyes around him, and then instinctively avoided it like a conditioned reflex, and then disappeared without a trace!

From time to time, frightened car owners on the street stepped on the brakes, and then there were several rear-end collisions, but by the time they jumped out of the car and scolded their mothers loudly, they had long been out of sight of Zhao Futu.

………………

"Sir! Do you have ......?" a waiter guarding the door of the hotel stretched out his hand to stop Zhao Futu, who was about to rush in.

This is a relatively high-end hotel, and the waiter saw Zhao Futu's disheveled appearance, and immediately wanted to stop him. Zhao Futu, who had just woken up, was disheveled, and he didn't look like a successful person, let alone a crowd who could enter this kind of hotel to consume. On the contrary, it looks like a girlfriend who was hooked into here by Gao Fushuai and wanted to rush in.

But before he could finish speaking!

Zhao Futu had already lifted him up, and he didn't mean to talk nonsense with him, so he directly pushed him open the door of the hotel.

"I'm looking for someone!"

Zhao Futu casually put him on the two-meter-high counter, and in the frightened and stunned gaze of the little girl at the front desk, the person quickly disappeared into the elevator.

The web of perception is all open!

With his previous familiarity and induction, Zhao Futu quickly locked Aunt Lan's location, on the left side of the fifth floor, he had once laid his own perceptual mark on Aunt Lan's body, which was a very special ability, which was difficult to describe in words. However, it can be illustrated by an example, that is, when other people enter his room, even if he is asleep, no matter how small the movement is, he will wake up immediately, but if Aunt Lan enters his room, even if Aunt Lan is cleaning up the room with a bang, cleaning, manipulating pots and pans, etc., he can sleep until he wakes up naturally.

It's such a weird ability!

Zhao Futu stepped into the fifth floor, here are the first private rooms, Aunt Lan's position is the corner in front, Zhao Futu walked in and saw that it was the women's toilet, he didn't think much about it, and directly pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as he entered the women's toilet, he saw Aunt Lan sitting on the toilet with no flip lid and a weak appearance, her face was flushed with a strange flush, and there was a trace of unnatural charm between her eyes, she was weak and weak, half of her body was leaning on the wooden board, as if she had drunk too much! The phone fell to the ground, and she tried hard to open her eyes, until Zhao Futu's figure appeared in front of her eyes, she showed a smile of peace of mind, and muttered, "Little Futu...... You're finally here......"

With that, she leaned forward weakly.

Zhao Futu rushed forward to support the crumbling Aunt Lan, there was a slight hint of alcohol in her mouth, but at this moment, the killing intent on Zhao Futu's body was getting stronger and stronger!

Aunt Lan drank a lot of alcohol, but she never drank more than three glasses with outsiders.

Someone drugged !!

- Click!

The marble ground was shattered by his stepping, he took a deep breath, slowly picked up Aunt Lan, and then walked out like a leopard ready to hunt ground.