Thank you very much for the support of the young marshal of Yangcheng 1 ¥ grass Ximu Bai, and I wish you good health, happy life, smooth work, and all the best.

The cold wind gusted, and the chill was bleak.

The figures are longitudinal, and the smiles are fluttering.

Seven people, seven knives.

Seven men covered in darkness, seven knives that bleed.

It was not strange that they were not dressed in pitch black on their bodies, and it was strange that the knives in their hands were not bleeding.

A happy, warm mansion was patronized by them for a short time, and in an instant it was reduced to hell, an eerie, eerie hell.

The cold wind swept by, and the chill grew stronger.

The fallen leaves fell quietly to the ground, and the smile swayed.

Before the blood on the blade was gone, they began to be busy, busy sharing joy, joy, a sinful, lustful joy, joy.

It is also their result.

The fruits of their battles were gold and silver, treasures, silver tickets, calligraphy and paintings of famous people、......。

When the results of the battle were put together, the seven of them were studying how to divide them, and the matter was not only extremely pleasant and joyful, but also extremely sacred and great, and at the same time extremely distressing and sad.

So they all showed their faces, hideous, fierce faces, sinful, lustful eyes, excited, agitated smiles.

Twitching, trembling, wheezing, staring, staring, looking, as if the unjust ghosts of hell who have many calamities have escaped the criminal law and reappeared in the world, overjoyed, overjoyed and unaware of who they are, quietly like a dumb melon, unspeakably stupid, not only cute, but also ridiculous.

The cold, merciless wind swept through their bodies, turning into wisps of vicious wind, an indescribably sinful, lustful sweetness and pleasure rippling across their faces.

It's not a sentimental wind, it's not a wind that comes from feelings, but it's more relaxed and soft.

The first one to speak was the one with the brightest eyes, as bright as shining gold, and indescribably proud, excited, proud, and happy like a hungry demon.

"This time I'm the luckiest, I'm going to take seventy percent."

The nearest one to him was a face pale, as pale as if it were calligraphy and painting, he stretched out his hand, blew gently, and drops of blood rolled down, drifting to their results, joy, and then said lightly.

"I have cramps with this hand, and I haven't said it's hard, how can you say it's hard?"

A man who was as thin as wood, but his chest muscles were as strong as melons, sighed.

"All the young women you killed, the young women who fainted when they smelled blood, and they didn't forget to touch their buttocks after killing ......."

The eyes across from him were wide open, and the air in his nose twitched vigorously.

"You're better than them, you forgot to kill people and only cared about finding treasures."

The man seemed to have twitched his nose from overexcitement and anger, and the eyes of the people next to him were like eagles, but his hands were dry and emaciated like ghost claws, without a trace of blood.

He waited until his nose was calming before he spoke.

"You kill a lot, and most of the people who don't have a guy in your hands seem to have been killed by you,......。"

A man who gritted his teeth and his neck was red with anger suddenly interrupted the conversation, and Sen Sen's teeth were as white as ribs.

"You meet someone with a guy in your hand who runs faster than a rabbit, who else has to work harder than you?"

The last one didn't speak, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and then he kept wheezing, and the cold sweat on his forehead rolled down like a big bean.

He looked at his already severed arms, and then quietly at each of them.

Without speaking, they suddenly became extremely quiet and distressed.

A man slowly walked in the distance.

One man, one sword.

Pitch-black clothes, pitch-black swords, and pitch-black hats hung around them.

The man walked slowly, but he could not see how he walked.

This person seemed to float over, and slowly floated over.

This person floated not far away, quietly looking at these seven people and seven swords.

The icy, biting cold wind drifted by, and it fluttered with the wind, like a dark night, indescribably weird and strange.

As if it were a human, as if it were a ghost, as if it were a ghost, as if it were a ghost.

The man with a pale face as paper walked over, shook the hand holding the knife, wiped it twice on his buttocks, slowly grasped the hilt of the knife, and slowly stared at the wandering man.

"Which way did you go to?"

The man was silent.

"What do you have to do?"

The man was silent.

"What advice do you have?"

The man was silent.

"Your Excellency looks dignified and behaves unusually, just say anything."

"I'm short of money to spend."

The pale face was suddenly twitching, and drops of cold sweat couldn't help rolling down.

"It turned out to be a lack of money, so it's easy to do."

"What should I do?"

"Everyone is a person in the rivers and lakes, there is a saying that there is also a way, and Your Excellency really speaks up." He smiled, the muscles in his face twitching. "These are the things that our seven brothers risked their lives to get."

"Seven men, seven knives."

"We are more or less famous in the rivers and lakes."

"Tell me?"

"There are not many people and seven knives who can be famous in the rivers and lakes."

"You have your own name, too?"

"Well, the big thief kills seven times."

"I haven't heard of it."

"What do you want?"

"I'm short of money to spend."

"How much do you want?"

"Five taels of silver?"

A smile suddenly appeared on his pale face, and he smiled and waved out ten taels of silver.

The man took the silver and rolled it slowly in his hand. "It's silver, it's pure."

"What else does Your Excellency have to teach you?"

"Silver is pure, it is not easy, you can't take it for nothing, you can't spend it in vain."

"You want to thank us?"

"Not thank you."

"And what do you think?"

"Kill you all."

The green tendons of the arm holding the knife suddenly bulged, the pale face suddenly became dead white and miserable, and the smile suddenly stiffened and died. "Why?"

"Silver is pure, it is not easy, you can't take it for nothing, you can't spend it in vain."

"That's our silver."

"I used the silver, not you, so it is not you who I am thankful for, but the silver."

"You don't preach morality?"

"I preach morality, and this is called the way and the way."

Knife swing.

The sword light floated up, suddenly fell, disappeared, and suddenly fell under the sword light, and suddenly disappeared.

The motionless body still had a trace of surprise, disbelief, and resentment on his face.

The cold wind is blowing, and the chill is fluttering.

The tip of the bloody sword slid down, and the clothes kept fluttering.

The man drifted like a black cloud, drifting past.

Six knives were swung out at the same time, and the figures were vertical and longitudinal, and the light of the knives was swinging.

They had already made a move, as if they had just visited the mansion, cold-blooded and merciless.

The slowest shot was the one with the broken arm, and after he swung seven swords, he slowly retreated.

Because he suddenly saw a very terrible thing, just when the sword light suddenly floated up, the sword light suddenly disappeared, and the person suddenly fell, and he could not stand up when he fell.

The night is fluttering, and the blood sword is fluttering.

The hand holding the knife suddenly let go, and the knife "ding" to the ground.

He gasped and said, "Who the hell are you?" ”

"Nightfall Flowers."

"We didn't provoke you."

"Yes."

"We'll give you back the silver flowers."

"Yes."

"We didn't do anything to be sorry for you."

"Yes."

"Why are you going to kill us?"

"Silver is pure, it is not easy, you can't take it for nothing, you can't spend it in vain."

"That's what we gave you."

"I used the silver, not you, so it is not you who I am thankful for, but the silver."

"You don't have to thank it, as long as you don't kill me, these gold and silver, treasures, silver tickets, famous calligraphy and paintings、...... It's all yours. ”

"I'm short of money, but I'm not greedy, I don't need that."

"We have no grievances in the near future, and no enemies in the near future, you ......."

"To be a man is to be human, to know how to do something, not to do something."

"You still won't let me go?"

"Whoever told me to use the money in your hands, since I have used it, I can't use it in vain, but I have to do something for the money, do something real."

"You're here for revenge?"

"No, why should I avenge them?"

"Do you have ...... brain?"

"I'm Xia Hua, the night Xia Hua in Wanhua Building, do you think there will be a problem with your brain?"

"I got it, and I knew how to do it."

As he spoke, his man suddenly picked up the steel knife.

The knife swung and the light of the knife suddenly flashed, flashing towards his body.

The sword light suddenly startled again, and the sword light suddenly disappeared, disappearing alive.

The knife "ding" fell to the ground, and blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth.

He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his face twitching. "I can't do it myself."

"No, because I'm going to kill you for the money."

"But the silver didn't ask you to kill me."

"Yes, and I wasn't asked to let you go."

"Okay, you're ruthless enough, you can do it."

As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes, slowly closed his mouth, and waited.

The sword light floated out and flashed.

There is no waiting, and waiting is not only disgusting and disgusting, but also a credit discount.

His life vanished suddenly in the light of the sword.

Gusts of cold wind fluttered, and pieces of dead leaves fell to the ground.

Dead leaves, steel knives, bodies, blood, gold and silver, treasures, silver tickets, calligraphy and paintings of celebrities、......。

There was no sound, no movement, nothing, they stayed on the earth as if there was nothing different.

......。

There are not many customers in the restaurant, and after Xia Hua walked in, there were more than half.

Xia Hua put ten taels of silver on the table, and only asked for a few steamed buns, a dish of snow red.

Steamed buns are the cheapest staple food, and Xueli red is also the cheapest among dishes.

I didn't use chopsticks to wrench the steamed bun into two pieces, and the snow was red in it.

The black curtain around the hat hung very low, and it was also very dark, as if it was darker than the night, and no one could see the appearance of the chivalrous flower, and no one could see the appearance of eating.

Everything seemed to be pitch black, except for the hand.

Slender, soft and tender white hands, indescribable ecstasy, indescribable temptation.

There was no wind, the curtain was already fluttering gently, and his hands suddenly trembled.

So Xia Hua turned around and saw outside, and a person walked outside.

A cloak, a gun, a man.

He had a woman in his arms, and he had not taken a few steps before he suddenly collapsed, gasping and struggling to his feet, standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

There is no emotion in the empty eyes, no pain, no grievances, nothing, staring and poking into the distance like a spear.

Then go into the distance.

So the chivalrous flower floated out.