Chapter 102 Afterhand

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The white hand is Xia He's hand, Xia He's hand is originally white, but it looks even whiter against the black clothes, and even the blood can't be seen. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The words also came out of Xia He's mouth, with his unique taste of affinity but not closeness, like a sentence floating from the clouds.

Look at what you look like now.

It can be the hard-working grandmother who will say this when she sees her child's newly bought clothes being dirty, or it can be the sigh of hatred when the father sees that he is not young but is still a child who has achieved nothing.

But Xia He is not the abba and aunt of the Hua family, so naturally he will not say this kind of blame, which is more concerned in the middle.

But he said it anyway.

Words are just literal.

The focus is on the present.

At first, you wanted to let my guard down by pretending to be submissive or even lowly, when you were superficially flattering but actually disdainful.

Later, you wanted your son to kill me, and you were secretly thinking about it at that time.

Later, you came to kill me personally, but unfortunately you came with too much self-confidence at that time.

So at that time, you were not the real you, the real you were actually just a cunning person, who seemed to be very serious and cautious, but in fact was a poor old man who was blinded by those so-called experiences.

Because you're very old, I thought that you wouldn't lose to my inexperienced experience.

Because you are very old, I thought that you would not lose to me who was really strong.

But now you are on the ground, your chest is covered with blood, and there is no true yuan in your body, just the appearance of a poor old man.

The meaning of the words is just to stay in one word in the words, so this is a very simple sentence.

The emotions expressed are also simple.

It is a simple mockery.

Maybe I guessed Xia He's hidden miscellaneous thoughts, which were simple but not complicated. There was a little more thoughtfulness in the look of the owner of the flower family.

Or maybe in fact, he didn't guess that Xia He's words were too simple to mock, but the extra thoughts in his expression were just thinking about what he should do to be able to dispel Xia He's inner taboo again.

He still didn't believe that Xia He would let himself go like this, and that side inevitably seemed too immature.

Using a mature mind to speculate on the seemingly casual behavior of an immature mind is itself a bit immature.

Therefore, the owner of the flower family avoided this immaturity and directly considered what should be done next.

That's maturity.

But there are many more mature performances, such as leaving a back hand, also known as foreshadowing.

Mature people will always bury all kinds of foreshadowing and hindsight.

The owner of the Hua family is a mature person, so when he makes a move, he will think of what he will do after defeat, but he didn't expect that he would lose so quickly.

But even so, his backhand has been realized.

To be exact, it's about to happen.

The owner of the Hua family lowered his head, thinking, and looking at his wounds.

The wounds were not very deep, not to the point where you could see the white bones, but there were many wounds, dense, as if they had been scraped by countless knives.

Xia He is extremely clever in doing this.

There are many wounds, the bleeding is fast, and it is painful enough, but it will not kill people immediately, so that the master of the Hua family will not have the ability to resist, and there will be enough time to interrogate some of the things Xia He wants to know.

This is an extremely empirical approach.

It's just that this practice is still a practice that Xia He doesn't like very much.

Xia He turned his back and looked at the bright red eyes under the high platform, and behind him, the clothes on the chest of the master of the Hua family and some other places were also full of bright red.

Xia He avoided the master of the Hua family and looked at the flames that filled the plain, just because he didn't want to see those unpleasant blood.

But red is also the color of blood, so Xia He glanced at the flower a few times, and the look of appreciation had disappeared, and after a few more glances, there was even a little more disgust.

Unwilling to look at it, Xia He pulled his gaze back to the high platform, but the color on the high platform was still red, it was the old red, the dark red lacquer was poured on the high platform, the high platform, the tables and chairs on the high platform, and the lacquered mahogany staff lying there were all the same color.

Lifeless colors.

It was like a scarlet rain a long time ago, and the bloody rain blew drenched the high platform, and then the seeping blood rain seeped into the ordinary high platform, and then the blood rain began to solidify, and began to slowly become old, from bright red to dark red, and then to the old red that could not flow, and finally the blood rain stained this red high platform.

But this high platform was built only a few days ago, and when it was built, the young master of the Hua family and Xiao Lian saw it, so it was definitely not something that was handed down, and it didn't rain seriously a few days ago, and the wind in early summer was still very soft, and it wouldn't have any rusty smell.

Even now, the high platform has just been stained with some bright red blood from the owner of the flower family, and there is still a faint floral fragrance left by Zhenyuan, and the taste of blood is very light.

So the disgusting feeling that Xia He felt in his heart was for no reason.

Xia He endured the discomfort and didn't want to look at more red or dark red things.

So he had no choice but to finally set his sights on that Fang Ding.

The fish in the ding was still swimming, but because of the fluctuations of the collision of the two true elements just now, the fish looked a little listless, and that appearance was also infected to Xia He's body.

Xia He finally couldn't see the red, and looked at the clear water in the square ding. The water is really clear, and you can see the two whiskers of the fish so clearly that you can't help but like it.

It's just that Xia He seems to be confused, and the more he looks at it carefully, the more hallucinations appear.

I don't know where the hallucinations came from, but I know that the fish is swimming very slowly, so slow that it almost stops.

Xia He felt that he was also slowing down, his own vision, his own sense of smell, his own senses, and the true element that was constantly circulating in his body.

Boom!

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Xia He fell down heavily and fell on the high platform.

The stagnant True Yuan has no way to drive away the sluggishness in Xia He's body, Xia He's consciousness seems to be still awake, but his body has no ability to support his consciousness.

A strange smell wafted out of nowhere.

Some of them are like the scent of the flower that the owner of the flower family changed out at the beginning.

It's very light, it's almost invisible.

But the owner of the flower family heard it, and he smiled with satisfaction.

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Good luck to you, this is the back hand.