Winter has reached its deepest depths. Although the city is prosperous, the pedestrians are gradually sparse, and the city is full of loneliness.

Lonely and lonely, the hard-working vegetable farmers refused to give up the sparse source of customers, and shouted in the city every day as usual in the icy and snowy weather to make a living. Because they had to endure the cold to keep the rest of the family from the cold.

There is a family, as the head of the family, it must be the one who has to shoulder the hardships and bitterness the heaviest, and enjoy the warmth and happiness the lightest.

In addition to the pickers and vegetable farmers who constantly breathe in the fog on the streets, Yangzhou City is a little different this year in that there are several new game halls in the city. The game hall is doing a good business, and people gather around their tables to have fun with the fire.

The booming business of the game hall made the girls in the Qinglou start to be jealous, because the girls who didn't have much business in the winter didn't even have anyone to warm the bed. The girl with a poor body can't stand the cold of this winter, although there is a stove in the room, but some people who are used to the snuggling body of a man begin to feel uncomfortable!

Therefore, some old girls in the old and decrepit buildings saw some facts clearly in the winter of this year, and then got out of the dust forever.

Qingyan watched his business flourish and get better and better, smiled more often, and became more mature and charming. But when I heard people chatting and laughing, when the business of Qinglou was cold, I felt a little sorry for those real hard-working people who had fallen into the dust. Later, I thought that if all the Qinglou in the world were robbed of business by the game hall one day, in that case, there would always be fewer women who suffered

Qingyan's idea, of course, is tantamount to a whimsical and foolish dream, because how can you rely on the game hall to change the poverty and hardship in the world? Of course, it can only be politically clear and socially progressive. However, these circumstances cannot be changed, at least for the time being.

The world, surnamed Zhao, is the world.

In this somewhat different deep winter, the days gradually pass in the ordinary and the unusual. seems to be calm, Song Yi plays with Fuyao and others in the mansion every day to practice flying knives, and occasionally Xu Chang will be invited by Qingyan to come to the mansion, and everyone has a lively home-cooked dinner, light and warm.

It seemed that everyone had forgotten the existence of Yang San in the small black room. But Song Yi didn't forget, so he would send some simple food to Yang San every day, but he wouldn't let Yang San's wounds heal. For Yang San, he is really not as happy as dead.

On this day, Song Yi entered the small black house again, and Yang San was already so distraught that he didn't even bother to raise his head. Not to mention his heart, even his hair has become as white as winter snow in this short period of time.

Song Yi looked at Yang San's white hair, and he didn't have a trace of sympathy. Because the enemy does not deserve sympathy, even a poor enemy is still an enemy.

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself. This kind of words should be the mantra of the villain in Song Yi's impression, but Song Yi is not a villain, and he is convinced that this sentence is correct.

Song Yi walked to Yang San's side and began to untie Yang San's ropes.

Yang San, who was in a daze, suddenly woke up, and then raised his head to look at Song Yi's indifferent and expressionless face, and suddenly began to tremble.

The rope on his body was quickly untied, and Song Yi held a dagger in his hand, and the cold light was sharp.

Yang San's knees went limp, he slipped off the chair, and then with a pop, he fell to his knees. Of course, he was not really paralyzed to his knees, but terrified by the sudden feeling that death was coming.

Yang San began to kowtow after kneeling, shouting, "Don't kill me, spare my life"

The white hair was scattered, the clothes on his body were dry and dirty, and an unpleasant stench emanated from him, Yang San knelt and kowtowed, tears and snot flowed out together. Because even at this moment, he still doesn't want to die.

"I told you, I won't kill you. If I want to kill you, I naturally won't keep you until now! Song Yi said indifferently.

Yang San stopped his movements, looked up at Song Yi miserably, his brain had already lost his clear thoughts, and asked in confusion, "Then what do you want me to do?" ”

"I have prepared a batch of people for you, just as you sent someone to assassinate me, and I believe that if Greizi's mother-in-law does not give up, she will send someone to assassinate me again sooner or later! And now it's almost Chinese New Year's Eve, and I hope to have a peaceful Chinese New Year's Eve. But I don't want Greizi's mother-in-law to have a stable Chinese New Year's Eve! So whether she comes to kill me or not, you go and kill her! Song Yi said calmly and put the dagger into Yang San's hand.

Holding the cold dagger, Yang San's hand trembled for a moment, and then looked at Song Yi with a sad face and said, "She won't spare me, and since I failed, she must have already sent someone to keep an eye on the vicinity of the Song Mansion, how could I get out of the Song Mansion?" What's the difference between that and killing me? ”

"Of course there is a difference!" Song Yi said seriously, "It's because she is being watched, so you don't have time to stay after you leave the house, you have to find her before her people report the news to Granny Lai and then kill her, I believe, it's difficult, but if you succeed, you will be free!" Because you were in Lin'an Mansion at that time, and I was in Yangzhou, even if I didn't want to, with your desire to escape, how could I really trap you? But before you kill Lady Greison, you have to believe that many of the people who go with you will definitely kill you before you escape, so you can only escape after killing Lady Greison! What do you think of the path I showed you? ”

Where is this way to live? Yang San sighed bitterly in his heart. But at this moment, where did he have a choice, thinking for a moment, Yang San asked, "How can Ge Laizi's mother-in-law be so easy to kill, besides, his brother is the leader of the Salt Gang." Where should I flee then? Whose person are you preparing for me? Fish-headed people? ”

Song Yi sneered and said, "The person with the fish head? Wouldn't that be a troublemaker? Anyway, I used your property to buy a group of people, and you don't have to ask who these people are, because some of these people must not go to kill Greiko's mother-in-law, unless it is time to actually do it. So I told you first, after you go out, you can't think about anything, you can only rush all the way to Lin'an Mansion and kill people in a hurry! You understand"

Yang San felt that this was a dead end, but where did he have a choice? Because the previous path has been chosen by the dwarf, if he doesn't want to die, he can only fight to the death!

"How many?" Yang San asked bitterly.

"Thirty! Guy with a knife! Song Yi said with a meaningful smile.

"Okay, I'll go, but I need to take care of the wound and change into clean clothes before I go out. Even if I die, I want to be decent. Yang San said, suddenly calming down.

"Good! But I hope you don't die! Song Yi said seriously. Of course, this does not mean that Song Yi really kindly hopes that he is alive, but hopes that he can really kill or hurt Grezi's mother-in-law, that ruthless woman.

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The latest chapter of the high-speed debut Merry Exploration Flower, this chapter is the two hundred and seventeenth chapter of a death squad! If you think this chapter is not bad, please don't forget to recommend it to your friends in the QQ group and Weibo!