People can't sleep all night, and their hearts can't sleep into trance, and they suddenly fall into the vast fog, and it is difficult to find their way in the vast fog.

said that it was difficult to find the way in front of Zhanhong, so he had to go upstairs. The wooden staircase at Zhanhong's feet made a "squeak" sound every time he stepped on it, and a puff of dust spread out from the cracks in the wooden planks. Zhan Hong climbed to the second floor, and an iron-barred wooden door was hidden to the east, and he pushed the door in without thinking too much. When he entered this door, he reflexively bolted the door, and turned around to see what was going on inside the house.

The space behind the door is extremely spacious, rows of shelves are neat, rows of boxes are high, the interior is pitch black and there is no light, the light outside the window facing the street shines in, Zhan Honghao closed his eyes and slowed down for a moment before adapting to the environment in the house.

At the same time, the team of people wearing Xinzhu wrap skirts had chased after them, entered the store, pushed the guys away, kicked down the boss, and walked around the store without seeing any trace of Zhanhong, and then they rushed to the second floor together.

Besides, Zhanhong in the warehouse on the second floor, rushed to the window in a few steps, and wanted to open the window to jump out, then he knew that the window was half cold, and the window was installed with an anti-theft iron fence, and it was not easy to open it for a while. Zhanhong was thinking about it to himself, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps and shouting outside the door of the storeroom, followed by a "clang" sound from the iron wooden door, which was broken open by this group of people with brute force in the blink of an eye.

Zhanhong took a deep breath, his back was close to a stack of cargo boxes, his hands were clenched into fists, and he listened carefully to the footsteps in the ear chakra, and when the person was getting closer and closer to himself, he suddenly burst out, dodged his left hand and grabbed the other party's right wrist, and pulled it hard into his arms, this person didn't expect Zhanhong to hide here, completely defenseless, and was pulled forward by Zhanhong's body for a while, and before he could react, Zhanhong's right hook went straight to this person's neck, only to hear the "poof" sound in the ear chakra to the blood spurted out along Zhanhong's right hand. At this moment, a bald man rushed up behind Zhanhong, the short knife in his right hand was raised in the air and slashed down, and then Zhanhong slid to the right, and his right fist was aimed at the bald man's waist is a punch, it must be said that the bald man reacted very quickly, dodged backwards and narrowly dodged, and the knife in his hand made a defensive position in front of him and rushed up again. Zhan Hong's left and right hands raised up to catch the bald man's right hand holding the knife, his right foot forward behind the bald man's heel, and the foot stumbled with the wrestling technique to knock the bald man over, the bald boy was about to get up, Zhanhong grabbed the bald man's hand with a short knife and smashed it to the ground, the bald man's hand was painful and the short knife fell to the ground, saying that it was too late to be fast, this Zhanhong grabbed the bald man's neck with his left hand, and stabbed his right hand directly in front of the door.

In an instant, three or five punches fell on the bald man's face like a torrential rain outside the building, and ten thousand peach blossoms bloomed in an instant.

Looking at the nose on the bald man's face, the nose is no longer a nose, the eyes are not eyes, and the cheeks are pierced out of the holes, but I have to say that this guy is really tenacious, even so, he still punched this Zhanhong in the lower abdomen twice, and kicked the ground to make Zhanhong fly up from the top of his body.

Speaking of this, Zhanhong's feet fell to the ground and he took three or four steps back, only to feel a tightness on his waist, and when he looked down, he was firmly held by a pair of hands, Zhanhong turned his head to look, and couldn't help but gasp. Holding him behind him was the man who had been pierced in the neck, and now his face was purple due to poor breathing, and the blood on his face was hula and piece by piece, and his mouth was open and hoarse and he shouted, "I caught him!" Blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Looking for death!" Zhan Hong stabilized his mind and turned around hard, and stabbed his right hand into the temple of the person holding his waist, this punch went down as if it hit the surface of the leather drum, and the force on his waist instantly decreased, and this person went back without snorting.

As soon as Zhanhong gasped, the bald head with a bloody face rushed up again, slammed into Zhanhong, hugged Zhanhong's waist with both hands, and pushed his shoulders against Zhanhong's lower abdomen, shouting and knocking Zhanhong to the ground, the back of Zhanhong's head slammed into the shelves behind him, and he saw the large and small boxes on the shelves fall with a bang. This Zhanhong only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he suddenly didn't know where he was.

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Squinting, the cloud top was covered with snow, and the sun suddenly shimmered with silver.

The 10,000-year-old snow water flowing down from an unknown snow peak in the Canglang Mountains converged into a stream, trickling down and finally merging into the Canglang River.

The moisture is cool and drives away the heat of the sun.

Zhanhong looked up at the figure of the cute girl getting farther and farther away, and the gold embroidered sachet in his hand seemed to still carry the temperature of a girl.

"Zhen'er?" Zhanhong muttered, this name is so unfamiliar, just when he was thinking, someone slapped his shoulder hard, it was abnormal pain, he turned to look at the mighty man standing behind him with a scar on his face, this man's face was not good-looking, and he said to him viciously: "Don't be stupid!"

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Zhanhong's shoulder hurt, and he suddenly woke up, his back of his head hurt and his neck hurt, but the most painful thing was his right shoulder. Zhanhong gritted his teeth, new injuries and old injuries are always injured, thinking that you can be ruthless? Thinking about it, he got up from a pile of cargo boxes, and the fist stab in his right hand was gone, so he had to pick up the short knife on the ground and turn around and stab at the bald head, and in an instant, it was seven or eight times back and forth, and then he saw that the back of the bald head was already a big mouth with a small mouth, and the flesh was bleeding.

Although these details are actually born in the blink of an eye, as soon as Zhanhong pulled out the knife, a person appeared on both sides of the shelves behind him.

One of them had a turban around his head and slashed at Zhanhong with a short knife in his hand, while the other had a lock of sheep's whiskers on his chin, and the tooth-baring monster screamed and rushed up with a short knife.

Besides, Zhanhong first raised a knife to parry the short knife of the turban man from top to bottom, and raised his right foot to kick the knee-like man, this kick was not light, and it really made the turban man drink a pot of bitter wine, and then this Zhanhong turned around and leaned over to avoid the sheep's bearded man's sweeping knife, and the short knife in his right hand turned his palm, and stabbed the sheep's man's thigh with a knife, only this knife opened a big hole for him, but this Zhanhong kept on his hand, and his wrist changed into a forehand again, and the knife was slashed from the sheep's man's crotch to pierce it obliquely, and the knife edge came to a broken child, and before the sheep's beard man shouted, the knife opened his stomach again, and for a time the blood flower was ten thousand points of intestinal flow。

Seeing this, the turban man was frightened, but he just took a step back and then gritted his teeth and limped towards Zhanhong.

Zhanhong's short knife in his right hand played with a knife flower, and the knife light flashed and slashed straight at the knife edge of the turban man, and there was another knife between the flashes of lightning, and the two short knives slashed against each other, and the sound of the blade colliding was crisp. The man in the turban was forced to turn back step by step by this fierce attack. At this moment, the left-hand shelf fell down with a "bang", Zhanhong had to stop the offensive and jump aside, seeing the moment the shelf fell, a series of sideburns bearded men stepped on the fallen bookshelf with knives and feet in both hands, and jumped high, and the mouth burst like a tiger predator. Zhan Hong saw that although this person's momentum was so brave, but his face was obviously tired, he didn't know what evil things this sideburns and beard had just done. Zhanhong didn't raise the knife to make a hard connection, but dodged sideways to dodge the fatal knife. Just as he was dodging, the turban man next to him came with a knife again, and Zhanhong had to dodge to the other side again, which made Zhanhong himself fall into a disadvantage, so he had to dodge left and right to wait for the opportunity.

Just dodged in this way, the turban man slashed down with a knife, it was really wide open and closed, naturally revealing the flaws, Zhanhong saw the opportunity to block the blade of the sideburns and beard with his right hand, and sat down to close his fist and hit the chin of the turban man is a punch. The man in the turban was knotted by this punch, and the tip of his tongue bit off a piece, and he almost fainted with a "cluck". Even the sideburns and mustache didn't care about what the man in the turban was doing now, he just waved his knife and slashed, and after more than a dozen knives in a row, his strength gradually weakened, and his speed slowed down a few points.

Zhanhong pulled out the short knife, and seeing that it was blood on the knife, and the blood was in the knife, he had a hideous evil smile on his face, and muttered: "It's enjoyable!"

The turban man who bit his tongue spit out the minced flesh with blood, because of the pain in the heart, the corners of his eyes were faintly filled with tears, and he saw his blood-red teeth "Wow yes" screaming and waving a knife to Zhanhong, Zhanhong dodged sideways, and used his arm to clamp the right arm of the turban man, but this time he did not use the right hand knife, but his body turned, and the arm of the turban man turned around, so that the right arm of the turban man was carried behind him by Zhanhong, and only a "click" was heard in the ear chakra, and the right arm of the turban man was cut off by Zhanhong.

"Ah!!" the turban man screamed, he couldn't hold the knife in his hand anymore, his left hand covered his right arm and swayed, the corners of Zhanhong's mouth in front of him rose, and he raised the knife in his hand with a wicked smile.

Outside the window, the sky flashed, followed by rolling thunder.

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Zhan Hong walked down from the second floor with a knife, now he seemed to be a different person, his steps were unhurried, and as the left foot fell to the ground on the first floor, the knife in his right hand resisted to his shoulder, his neck was crooked to the left, and he smiled evilly.

"Kill, kill......" The boss and his men on the first floor clinged to the shelves behind the counter, their eyes full of fear, and they couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Murder!" Zhan Hong's Xinzhu words also changed, and his pronunciation became very accurate, he looked at the boss and his buddy with a smile and said, "Should you beg me to let you go?"

"Yes, yes, please ......" Before the boss finished speaking, he saw a cold light flashing in front of him, and then he felt a cold in his neck, a sweet mouth, and he fell on the counter as soon as his eyes were dark.

"Please, please let me go!" Seeing this, the guy knelt directly in front of Zhanhong with weak legs.

Zhanhong looked at the young man and nodded, "Get up." ”

"You're not going to kill me?" the guy looked up at Zhanhong, and saw Zhanhong nodding at him before he dared to stand up tremblingly, and at the same time, Zhanhong's right hand knife stabbed straight out, and the tip of the knife pierced into the young man's right eye steadily and accurately.

"Haha. ”

Zhan Hong smiled evilly, let go of the knife in his hand, shook his hand and walked away.