Seeing this old man who was giggling and unserious, and another bitter gourd face, I was suddenly surprised to the extreme, these two people were not particularly strange to me, but I didn't expect them to appear at this time.

The seven gates of the river, Pang Liu Wang's grandson, Song Chen Tang, among which the two Liu Wang's two families, have almost completely withdrawn from the seven gates, when the old ghost came out of the river, when the seven gates were convened in Baoliu Village, these two old men had appeared, but at that time, the performance was not about themselves, and their expressions were even faintly indifferent, which made me very dissatisfied. But at this moment, they appeared in danger, and suddenly made me understand that the so-called scattered sand of the Seven Gates was just a cover for outsiders, and the ancestors of the Seven Gates had already made a plan to hide their strength.

The two old men shot as fast as lightning, not waiting for the people next to them to rush over to rescue Seven Fingers, the old man who was giggling and haggling opened the clothes on the back of Seven Fingers, and cut them down with a knife, Pang Gouzi and Tang Baichuan took the opportunity to turn over, shaking the stick to avoid the people nearby, the old man smiled like an old good man on the surface, but the shot was extremely ruthless, and he slashed a few times on the back of Seven Fingers, and the head of Seven Fingers was sweating, but he was stepped on by the two old men, and he couldn't break free after struggling.

swish

The old man was merciless, reached out and grabbed the wound behind the seven fingers, and suddenly used force, and the skin on the entire back was torn off hard. That piece of skin is where the fate map is, once it leaves the body, the seven fingers can't stand the pain, twists and struggles a few times, and screams and faints. The two old men let go of their feet and raised their hands to throw aside the bloody skin in their hands.

"Seven gates, Liu Hanting."

"Seven gates, Wang Siyu."

The two of them looked around at the crowd, the old man who was not serious at all was from the Liu family of Qimen, and the other bitter gourd face was from the Wang family.

"Didn't the Liu family and the Wang family ignore the affairs of the Seven Gates a long time ago! It turns out that I've been pretending to be a grandson! "There were people shouting from the back of the crowd.

"Who hasn't pretended to be a grandson this year?" Liu Hanting laughed, but a compelling cold light burst out of his two eyes: "If your grandson is enough, it's time to be a grandfather." ”

Liu Hanting and Wang Siyu made seven fingers in a gesture, showing their extraordinary strength, I felt relieved, no wonder my father was confident, the masters of the seven doors have been enduring for decades, until the chaos on the river beach gradually appeared. The master of the Liu Wang family arrived, although our number is still small, but the other party wants to trap us to death, it is estimated that it is difficult.

With the appearance of Liu Hanting and Wang Siyu, some people in the Holy Domain began to look around nervously, they suddenly couldn't figure out the real strength of the Seven Gates, and some people couldn't help but tremble, it was rumored that the last generation of the Seven Gates' big palm lamp just disappeared, but there was no conclusive death, that was the top people on both sides of the Megatron River back then, except for the Zhonghu of the Holy Domain, no one could match.

"The people from the Seven Gates, they're all about the same, right?" The doorman on the side watched coldly, not knowing what calculation was in her heart, the seven fingers were uncovered alive, she didn't make a sound, and then she spoke: "Is there anyone else?" ”

"I guess there's still one or two missing."

"That's pretty much it." The head of the side door turned his head and shouted to the battle group next to him: "The eldest brother of the Jiuli Miao family, stop for the time being." ”

Miao Buyi and his father had no distractions, and after fighting for so long, hearing the words of the leader, Miao Buyi suddenly took a few steps back, looked at the unrecognizable father, and said, "I don't use witchcraft, it's difficult to defeat you." ”

"I conceded." Dad didn't say much, dragged the stick to us, he and Miao Buyi fought extremely fiercely, but the two did not fight to the death, so they were not injured.

"The people of the Seven Gates have gathered, let's put our big killing weapon!" The head put a mask over his face, and he couldn't see what the expression was, but there was a chill in his words. I heard her voice and couldn't help but raise my eyes and look around. This is really a trap, and the other party doesn't know what else to do.

With the words of the head, someone blew the horn beside him, and the sound of the horn spread far along the foot of the mountain, constantly drifting among the mountains ring by ring, followed by the sound of a trumpet in response from outside the mountain. I don't know what the signal is, but there is a faint smell of extreme danger. A few of us gathered together, looking left and right.

"What is this for?" Liu Hanting pursed his lips and said, "I thought I was going to kill these bastards with real knives and guns, why did they change their minds?" ”

"Qimen, the time of death has arrived!"

Suddenly, a few people ran quickly from the side of the mountain pass, all the way up the mountain, and then rolled and ran downward, followed by a gray-haired figure, I don't know how to be provoked by those people, chasing after them. When I saw that figure, I was overjoyed, it was the old madman who had arrived. The old madman is insane, and his kung fu is terrifying, as long as he is led to kill him, no number of opponents can stop him.

But at the same time, I was overjoyed, but I suddenly felt a strong uneasiness, the side gate and the holy area had not suffered the loss of the old madman, and they couldn't hide, how could they deliberately lure the old madman over at this time? At this moment, my surprise disappeared without a trace, and I nervously and vigilantly turned my head to look at the doorknob next to me.

Those people led the old madman who had already run out of breath, and just ran halfway up the mountain, and the old madman caught up with two, raised his hand and threw him off, fell half to death, and the remaining two legs and feet were weak, and rolled down the mountain road. The old madman walked on the steep road, walking on the ground, and ran to the foot of the mountain in one breath, and he had already seen the crowd gathered next to the ruined temple, and his feet did not touch the ground.

Some of the crowd suddenly began to tremble, and the farts that had been pumped by the old madman before were now terrified when they saw him. I don't know how it is, but it's the same as it used to be, yelling old madmen.

"Boss!" I raised my hand and pointed over there, "Where are the people who pit you!" ”

"Kill all the people who cheated me!" The old madman was in good spirits, probably addicted to killing, and flashed past us, killing the crowd on the opposite side, and some people couldn't help but retreat again and again, only the side door handle stood quietly in place, motionless.

The speed of the old madman was so fast, in a blink of an eye, he ran to the opposite side, raised his hand and slapped down on the top of the head of the doorknob next to him, his hand carried a thousand catties of divine power, and he could smash people's skulls at will. But the side doorman was so calm in the face of such a trap that it was not until the old madman's hand was about to fall on the top of her head that she tore off the thin mask on her face at once.

Qiqi's face suddenly appeared from under the mask, and the old madman's hand was only half a foot away from the top of the head, but he froze. At that moment, standing in front of the old madman, it seemed to be a real Qiqi, thin, small, with that kind of curiosity and wariness of strangers on his face, and a timid look.

I know that although the old madman is bloodthirsty and murderous, he has a kind of natural goodness in his heart, and when he saw Qiqi's face, his murderous eyes gradually softened, and he slowly withdrew his hand. The two of them looked at each other like this, silently, and after two or three minutes, the head took out a small whistle from his bosom, which I was familiar with, and it was a seventy-seven thing.

She held the whistle up in front of the old madman, and the murderous aura in the old madman's eyes suddenly disappeared and became invisible, and he stared at the whistle blankly, as if even his chaotic thinking had stopped. The head handle slowly put the whistle to his mouth, whining, and the faint whistle carried the melody of nursery rhymes, like a mother in the countryside humming a nursery rhyme and coaxing the child to sleep in a quiet night.

The whistle was melodious and euphemistic, and the old madman listened to it as if he was stupid, and then closed his eyes, as if completely intoxicated by the whistle. The whistle continued for four or five minutes, and when the whistle stopped, the old madman tilted his head and closed his eyes, and two old tears quietly rolled out of the closed corners of his eyes.

"Son, who are you?" The old madman opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of vague tears, his tone suddenly became strangely gentle, he looked at his head, and said: "I remember this voice, this tune, when my son was young, his mother often hummed this tune to him, child, who are you?" Tell me, who are you? Who am I? ”

The head handle didn't speak, and then took out a shiny silver bracelet that had been polished, and the bracelet was also a seven-seven thing, and it had been carried on his body. The old madman took the silver bracelet, his hands began to tremble, and the tears in his eyes could no longer be controlled, and they rolled down.

People may lose their memories because of something, but some things, like imprints, are deeply imprinted in the deepest part of the heart and will never be lost and forgotten. The whistle, and the silver bracelet, seemed to be the imprint of the old madman, who was insane, but not completely forgotten.

"Master, my name is Qiqi, Sun Qiqi." There were tears in the eyes of the head leader, she was obviously pretentious, but the old madman couldn't tell the difference, and the head leader continued: "Master, do you remember Sun Shiyong?" ”

"Sun Shiyong, Sun Shiyong" The old madman's body trembled, and his mouth muttered: "Shiyong, is it someone who is very close to me?" ”

"Master, that tune just now, is grandma often humming when coaxing grandpa to sleep, do you remember, you also hugged grandpa, teased him, kissed him, and loved him"

"Child, I can't remember, I can't remember" The old madman shook his head bitterly, although he couldn't remember what was going on at once, but his heart had completely trusted Qiqi, and his gaze at Qiqi was not only soft, but also with the deep love of the old man.