The lanterns are like fire, and the fireworks are in full swing.

The clouds in the sky have not yet burned to ashes, and the Qinxiang River has completed the finishing touch when the beautiful woman stepped in, turning into a fish and dragon.

Three steps and one boat, ten steps and one pavilion, poems answer each other, and long songs compete.

On both sides of the river, which is gradually glorious, the falling flowers are colorful, the crowds are surging, and the laughter and applause from time to time are also soaked in the fragrance.

The entire Qinxiang River is lively, dancing the first prosperity in the thirty-eighth year of the book.

Silver needle Wu alone took the six boats of the boat, holding the red clay teapot, crossed Erlang's legs, sat on the bow of the boat, tired of seeing the talented man chanting poems against him, he watched the famous prostitute sing and dancing, and the light song and dance were also tired, so he listened to the phoenix flute and dragon drum, and then laughed with the beauty of the boat, ate tofu, and sipped tea, although the six boats were all sitting in the big man, and did not disturb his Yaxing, a person shook his head there, and he was swimming.

Not...... Zhao Yiren of the Jishi Medical Center, the bearded man who killed the Tiger Gang, and the little girl on the vegetable stall......

Yinzhen Wu silently recited these names in his heart, nodded from time to time, shook his head again, and sighed with some regret, these people could have been used by him, but because of a boy who didn't know whether to live or die against himself, now that there are no bones, who can blame him?

Silver Needle Wu sipped tea, there was a lot of loneliness of "a pot in hand, I have it in the world", he didn't think about the kid who didn't know whether to live or die, the blood hall shot, there was no possibility of failure, but he knew that Young Master Zhou also had a holiday with this kid, why spend 10,000 taels of gold, a hundred Ding furnace, to buy such a broken head?

Loss, loss, silver needle Wu sighed.

But in general, all the troubles and thorns were solved, although the process took a little effort and some money, and the result was not satisfactory.

Looking up at the sky, Yinzhen Wu thought about listening to the poems again, watching the songs and dances, and playing for an hour or two, and when he went back, Zhao Yiren should also explain the ancestral secret recipe.

Thinking that tomorrow would be another day of abundant wealth, Yinzhen Wu couldn't help but start humming a song.

Suddenly, there was darkness in front of him, and an obese figure fell into the water. Silver needle Wu Cheng squinted his eyes and swept it, he didn't care, he just thought it was an unlucky guy who was pushed into the water by his companions, but soon, he found out that he was wrong, the fat man fell into the water not only did not make a "poof" sound, but it was like a sword blade vibrating, "hum" a light sound, but it was on a penny and floated over, and that direction was to himself.

Silver Needle Wu involuntarily clenched the red clay teapot in his hand, resisted the urge to smash it and then turned to run away, and looked back at the big men on the boat, although these people were only under his control for one night, but it did not prevent him from being much more confident, so he forced himself to calm down, and sneered at this fat man who was really like a fat quail with wings.

Bang!

The fat quail landed on the six-boat boat of Silver Needle Wu, smashing down like a boulder, the hull of the ship tilted suddenly, the waves splashed with the falling flowers, and Silver Needle Wu flew out uncontrollably like a grasshopper stir-fried in a pot.

Fortunately, the fat quail didn't seem to want the life of Silver Needle Wu, and when Silver Needle Wu screamed repeatedly, he grabbed him by the back collar and threw Silver Needle Wu back to the Taishi chair like a chick.

The six boats returned to the water, and the fat quail brushed his slightly damp hair, walked up to the silver needle Wu who had fallen into the soup chicken, and grinned: "Hehe, Mr. Wu, someone Han is here to discuss something with you!"

Yinzhen Wu was frightened, looking miserable as if he had been ravaged thousands of times, shivering in the evening breeze, and only after a long time did he tremble and speak: "What, what?"

"Someone Han came to discuss with you how much your little life is worth. ”

Yinzhen Wu raised his eyes to look at the fat man who claimed to be someone Han, and listened to the screams of the people behind him because of the mess just now, and his expression became a little more miserable: "Are you here...... Kill me?"

The fat man surnamed Han smiled even more happily: "Mr. Wu said that he laughed, if someone Han wants to kill you, how can he have a chance to let you speak?"

"Then what are you going to do?" Silver Needle Wu breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't come to kill himself.

"Someone Han has already said, come and calculate with Mr. Wu how much your little life is worth. ”

Yinzhen Wu shook the spirit, looked at the people on both sides of the strait who were familiar with the scene in front of him, and a chill rose in his heart-

He already knew who the fat man was, but, "Someone else wants to kill me?"

The fat man surnamed Han nodded approvingly, as if to say that you are not so stupid that you are hopeless, and paced two steps with his hands in his hands: "Let's put it this way, the young man you told us is not a mortal." ”

Silver Needle Wu was stunned, and before he could speak, he heard again: "Not only is it not, but most of the cultivators are not his opponents. ”

Yinzhen Wu suddenly felt like a numb, and he was in a cold sweat: "Then, what should I do?"

The fat man surnamed Han turned around and smiled: "What else can I do, of course, find someone more powerful than him to kill him, for example-me." It's just Mr. Wu, I have to tell you again that I'm here to talk to you about how much your little life is worth tonight. ”

......

Qian Yi walked on Nancheng Street, and the sky was already dark.

The courtyards on both sides of the street were silent, and the lights and figures that should have been on were attracted by the Qinxiang River.

In the cold streets, Chiya could hear his own footsteps and the barking of dogs in the yard of unknown people.

I suddenly thought about the night I first came to Gangneung, that night, I was also walking in the silent night, but the difference was that that time it was to deliver a letter, and this time it was to kill people.

For killing, Qian Ye was numb when he was three years old, and later killed many people who fell into the demon path and betrayed the demon clan in Dragon City Valley.

It is precisely because it is too easy to deprive that it is more and more reluctant to go under the knife.

The court said that if one person makes a mistake, all living beings are making a mistake.

The remnant of the night said, fuck it, kill it when you should kill it, and talk about it after killing if you have any ideas.

Qian Yi decided to act according to the words of the remnant night tonight, although his injuries were just right, and his strength was less than one-tenth of what he used to be, but it was no big deal to kill a few mortals, dozens of mortals.

There was a slight thought in his heart, and Qian Ye had already arrived at the Hongren Medical Center.

The medical hall was as lonely as any courtyard before, but Qian Yi frowned, it was still a mile away, and Qian Yi frowned, because a strong bloody breath came from here.

Chiya pushed the door in, and in the darkness as if there was a guide, walked through the central hall, lifted the curtain, slanted into the courtyard, and entered a firewood room, until a wooden wall sprinkled with sporadic moonlight stopped, and then, raised his foot and kicked—

Bang!

A big man screamed and fell down with sawdust, rolling down more than a dozen steps, and finally the axe hidden in his hand flew up and fell.

Qianye didn't seem to see this scene, and walked down the stairs step by step.

Someone in the dungeon had already heard the movement and rushed out with torches, axes, and knives.

The two big men looked at their companions who had been scooped on the ground, looked at each other, and rushed over at the same time with axes.

Qian Yi didn't make a knife, and suddenly took a big stride, rushing out like a tiger descending a mountain, and at the same time smashing his fists into his heart!

Rumble!

Chiya fell to the ground, and two big men were inlaid against the wall.

The axe roared away, and Qianyi snapped his fingers to shatter the oncoming Pu knife, and with an elbow blow, he directly pierced the big man behind another wall.

The big man who rushed up, Qian Ye didn't even look at it, his eyes fell on a bearded man who was hung up in the prison, and a burly middle-aged man.