The earth was dead silent, and Young Master Yu couldn't help but lower his head and vomit, vomiting out everything he had eaten in the past two days.

Honghong quietly and gently pressed into him, and she gently touched his back, trying to make him more comfortable.

He vomited cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

Young Master Yu sat weakly on the ground, as if he had collapsed.

Honghong said softly, "How's it going?" ”

The pity in her eyes was even stronger.

Someone walked out in the distance, stopped at a foot away, and said, "Congratulations, you didn't lose your wife." ”

Young Master Yu nodded.

This man said: "I also won the desire concubine of Fusang and the honey nobleman of Goryeo." ”

Young Master Yu nodded.

The man said, "But you haven't enjoyed it yet." ”

Young Master Yu nodded.

He seemed to be unable to shake his head.

There was no trace of emotion in this man's cold eyes, and he said coldly: "Fortunately, you haven't enjoyed it yet, otherwise your family will have to prepare two more sets of filial piety clothes." ”

Young Master Yu nodded.

This man said: "I am Jin Wanli, the owner of the money bank, and I have come to you to duel and gamble." ”

Young Master Yu nodded.

Jin Wanli said: "I lost, my money is all yours." You lose, your wife, the lustful concubine of Fusang, and the honey nobleman of Goryeo are mine. ”

Young Master Yu didn't nod, he forced himself to calm down and look into the distance.

A man came from afar.

A cloak, a gun, a man.

Wusheng said: "He won't duel with you, bet with you." ”

His gun-like eyes poked at Jin Wanli.

Jin Wanli's body was already twitching and trembling, and said, "Why? ”

Wusheng said: "Because he won't duel with a dead man, bet." ”

Jin Wanli laughed, crazy, cold, and ridiculous. "You're going to kill me?" ”

Silent without life.

Jin Wanli's body swept up in the air, swinging his knife, and the sword light flew up like a rainbow, slashing towards the lifeless head.

Wusheng slowly retracted the gun, and the tip of the gun slowly dripped blood.

Jin Wanli fell like dead flesh, motionless.

There was surprise, disbelief, and fear in his eyes.

Glancing at him, he turned around and said, "I'll duel with you." ”

Young Master Yu said, "Okay." ”

Wusheng said: "Right now, here." ”

Young Master Yu said, "Okay." ”

Wusheng said: "Please." ”

Young Master Yu said, "Please." ”

Young Master Yu fell.

Falling under thunder and lightning, wind and rain, suddenly uncontrollable, foaming at the mouth, twitching, convulsions.

His face was distorted and distorted by pain and sorrow. There was anger, unwillingness, and sadness in his eyes.

A world-famous swordsman is actually insane?

Staring at him like a spear, poking at him, silent.

It was as if he was going to stare his body and soul to death and through it.

The red octopus was attached to Young Master Yu's body like a red ctopus, and she was already panting, moaning, and trembling from overexertion, and even her crystalline, clear, clean, and pure eyes had become dull and dull

, without a trace of vitality.

She stared at lifeless, staring deadly at lifeless.

Her gaze suddenly became cold and resentful, and if her gaze could kill, she would have been bitten to death by her.

She said, "You're dueling him?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

She said, "You want to kill him?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

She said, "You want him to die under your gun?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

Honghong no longer looked at him, and said lightly: "Promise me not to duel him, promise me not to kill him, promise me not to let him die under your gun." ”

Silent without life.

Honghong suddenly stared at him again, her gaze sincere, fearless, calm and steady.

She said, "You have promised me, you have nodded to me three times, and you are by no means a man of words." ”

Suddenly, an extra knife appeared in her hand, and in a flash, it slid into her chest.

She fell, she gritted her teeth and struggled to her feet, and said, "Nor is it a person who is irresponsible to the dead." ”

Wusheng nodded.

Her body suddenly swept up, and she slid into Young Master Yu's arms like a fish, and clicked on him in seven or eight big holes.

He was as motionless as dead flesh, still foaming at the mouth, but tears were already streaming from his eyes.

The rain was still falling, like a debauched, ruthless, evil madman urinating everywhere.

She pulled out the knife, and blood gushed out wildly, surging on Young Master Yu's body, and his body soon turned red, so red that it was indescribably gentle and affectionate.

Honghong gently snuggled up to his body and kissed him on the face, her face immediately bloomed with satisfaction, joy, and joy, and the smile in her eyes became indescribably excited, happy, and happy

Pleased.

She put his hand on her chest and closed her eyes gently, but she was trying to think about it, thinking about his red coat, his red cave room, his red bed, his red quilt .......

Her body twitched and trembled slightly.

There was still a hint of joy, sweetness, and satisfaction on her flesh-like face.

--Death is sweet when you get what you want.

The rain has stopped, and the tears have withered.

Young Master Yu picked up Honghong, stood coldly, and said coldly, "You don't want to duel with me?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

Young Master Yu said, "You don't want to kill me?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

Young Master Yu said, "You don't want me to die under your gun?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

Young Master Yu said, "Why? ”

The eyes of lifeless spears stared at him and poked him, one eye staring at his face while the other eye stared at his chest; While one eye was staring at his chest, the other was staring at his crotch.

He seemed to be going to stab Young Master Yu to death, stabbing him alive on the ground.

He said, "Because your heart is not sincere." ”

Young Master Yu said, "Insincere? ”

Wusheng said: "Your heart is no longer on the duel, so if you are not sincere, I will not fight a duel with a person who is not sincere." ”

Wusheng looked at his distant back, and a touch of envy welled up in his heart, not for himself, but for those who had been enduring loneliness and emptiness for a long time.