The ice and snow have quietly melted, and there is no sound and complaint, as if it is an amorous girl, quietly melting the loneliness and emptiness in her heart, completely melting into the body of her beloved lover, not only completely melting the power, as if it will also completely melt the soul and mind, so that she is tired and her lover is also completely satisfied.

The ripples in the glass were not large, but they had become extremely hazy.

Maybe you look at things with drunken eyes, and the more you look at them, the more you don't look at things.

The horses' farts kept ringing, which was more intolerable and difficult to face than the cat ghost barking that swept over the eaves in the cold night.

It was as if he had reached the point where he was drunk and three-point, and everything in front of him became hazy and shaky.

The tiger gasped and stood up, and sat down softly, as if it had been pressed down by the horizontal flesh on its body.

He smiled and patted the sycophant on the shoulder, "You stop, stop." ”

The sycophant did not stop, his mouth moved, as if it were a loom in a woman's hand, until the power in his body was exhausted, until his soul was completely satisfied, as if he would not stop.

The tiger tried to keep his eyes wide open, but what he saw was not anything, and the sycophant became as if it was not even something.

This man was dangling in front of him and screaming madly, as if a witch was playing tricks and spells around the troubled villagers, and it would make people mad and collapse at any moment.

He smiled, closed his eyes and looked up laughing.

Everyone saw that he was so happy, and they were already secretly happy for this sycophant, because the Xiashan Tiger was happy, as long as he was happy, everything would become very good, and the good was unforgettable.

The tiger laughed loudly, there was nothing unpleasant about him, his pain and sorrow never wanted to show it in front of others.

He laughed and suddenly stuffed a large piece of roast chicken on the table into the sycophant's mouth, "Don't say it, I'm enough, I'm satisfied." ”

The man nodded, and no longer spoke, nor could he speak, and no one spoke.

Seeing this person nodding, the Xiashan Tiger slowly took a breath, as if relieved, and slowly sat down.

"Let's talk about life, okay."

No one refused, everyone nodded.

"What do you say people live for?" His eyes had become hazy, hazy and weak, without a trace of strength.

No one spoke, and everyone seemed to have been stopped by this sentence, because they were not good at saying these words.

The downhill tiger smiled and smiled bitterly.

If a person is surrounded by a group of these people all the time, he may go crazy sooner or later, and sooner or later he will collapse.

He turned his head and stared at the tall banner, the green dragon on it seemed to have no majesty, no vitality, it seemed extremely lonely and lonely, and it seemed that it would fly away at any moment, looking for his true happiness and passion.

The man didn't mean to move, his eyes staring coldly ahead.

Is there any unforgettable person in front of him who is worried about him and thinks about him all the time?

The cold chill, the merciless cold, the painful torment, none of this could make him change his mind, as if nothing in the world could make him change his mind.

The descending tiger stared at him, at his body, at his sword.

The body didn't move, the sword in his hand didn't move, nothing moved.

The tiger has moved, and his heart has been fluctuating, as if he has been stabbed alive by this person's sharp edge, and he is also faintly aching.

"How's this guy?"

The man next to him slowly took out the roast chicken in his mouth, "No matter how dead people are, it's the same." ”

He was telling the truth, it didn't matter what a dead person was.

"Was this man a man before he died?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe it's a man of men."

"Maybe."

"It's a pity he's dead."

"Yes."

"How's this guy's skills?"

"It must be bad."

Xiashan Tiger smiled bitterly, "How can you have such an opinion?" ”

"If it's good, it won't be killed, and even the chance to use the sword will be blocked by others."

The tiger nodded his head, as if he had acknowledged, and was silent.

"But I don't understand something?"

The tiger stared at the sycophant, and gradually smiled, and smiled very cheerfully.

Because the words in his mouth are not sycophants, he is talking to him, and he listens to the words that he talks to, and he will never drive himself crazy.

"Tell me about it."

"You're so tired when you come back this time, why do you have to take a dead man with you?"

Xiashan Tiger stared at the wine in the wine glass, was silent for a long time, and finally drank the wine in the glass before taking a breath, "I have a hunch." ”

"What hunch?"

"This guy is going to bring us something interesting."

"Interesting?"

"Yes, maybe soon."

The alcohol on his face had faded, and every muscle seemed calm and calm.

As a person who has been wandering outside all the year round, this kind of premonition is like a sore back, and the hunch of heaven and earth is even more accurate.

Not far away, three people gradually walked over, three people who were not dead or alive.

Two women, one man.

The man was not handsome, and there was not a trace of emotion on his calm, steady stone-like cheeks.

Standing like a stone statue, silent like a stone statue, standing like a stone statue on the edge of the flag, staring and poking at the man holding the sword.

There is not a trace of emotion in the empty eyes, no matter who is stared at by these eyes, it will not be comfortable, and even collapse, vomit, go crazy, and collapse.

The woman next to her did not cry, but the tears on her cheeks were slowly flowing.

Pain and sadness do not take away a trace of her seductive beauty, but only contribute to her delicate, amorous, kind, ecstatic charm.

This kind of charm is enough to make most of the wandering rootless prodigal sons fall in love and estrus.

The two strands of hair hung softly on her chest, motionless and delicate, as if she was already the same as her person, as if she would fall down delicately and die at any time.

The man took the man down like a stone statue, got out of the car like a stone statue, stood upright like a stone statue, walked inside like a stone statue, walked inside, and did not look at the tiger who went down the mountain.

The tiger down the mountain was silent, and everyone was silent.

The other woman had already come over, put a silver ticket on the table, and went back.

Didn't say a word, as if too lazy to speak.

A silver ticket of 10,000 taels.

Everyone was awakened alive by the silver ticket, and there was not a trace of alcohol.

Because I don't believe it's true, it's a dream? In their dreams, no one may be so wealthy, and spending money like this is simply not a person, but a god of wealth.

In recent years, there may be only one person who has spent such money.

Yang Qing, the God of Wealth.

Is she Yang Qing? Everyone's eyes were filled with doubt.

I can't believe it's true.

Yang Qing turned around, walked back, and patted Liu Ecstasy on the shoulder, and Liu Ecstasy suddenly threw herself into her arms and was unwilling to stick her head out.

The tiger suddenly stood up, walked over, and stopped seven feet away.

"This man is dead."

The lifeless stone statue turned to face him, staring and poking at him with empty eyes, as if to stab him alive on the ground.

No matter who is stared at by these eyes, it will not feel good, because being stared at by these eyes is like being poked by a gun.

The tiger only felt as if his body was already aching, and the pain was so painful that people would fall down and die at any time.

While one eye is staring at one's face, the other eye is staring at the chest; While one eye is staring at the chest, the other eye is staring at the crotch.

The tiger did not speak, still waiting, waiting motionlessly.

He seemed to understand this man, this man who was not human.

Wusheng didn't speak, as if he hadn't heard.

The hand did not move, and the gun did not move.

But no matter who you are, you know one thing clearly, as long as that gun moves, it will inevitably be a sacred, brilliant, and brilliant shot, and a shot that cannot be escaped.

No one will be able to escape that shot.

The gun didn't move, the tip of the gun didn't drip blood, and the absence of blood didn't mean that it wouldn't drip blood, because blood would drip all the time, and the gun would shoot all the time.

But there was no trace of murderous aura on his body, no trace of killing intent.

This is a strange and scary person.

Even if he didn't shoot, didn't have a trace of murderous aura, and didn't have a trace of killing intent, just facing the gun that killed countless heroes was enough to make people feel frightened and chilled.

The wind was gradually picking up outside.

Cold.

The snow had drifted down from the tiles, rustling down to the ground.

The green dragon on the banner has appeared, and the majesty has slowly appeared, and the dark eyes are looking down at the earth in a daze, as if a cold-blooded, ruthless demon is looking down on the cold, hard earth.

The flags were blaring, and the horses on the dart carts were already enjoying the fodder not far away.

The wine and food on the table were already cold, like cold, stiff bones, cold and cold.

What is even colder is their hearts, their hearts seem to have floated in a desperate cold pool with no people and no light, cold and hard.

The hardest thing is still the gun, hard and black.

The gun didn't move, and neither did the man.

Their hearts seem to go crazy and collapse all the time.

Cold sweat was pouring from the corners of his forehead, but no one wiped it with his hands.

Is their hands stiff? Is it that their hands are weak? Or is it completely cold?

Yang Qing slowly lowered the bones in Wusheng's arms, pulled the cloak, and Wusheng nodded.

The lifeless stone statue walked towards the tiger and patted him on the shoulder, "You go, I'll stay." ”

The cheeks of the tiger in the lower mountain have become harder than stones, "Why did you let me go?" ”

Silent, staring and poking outside, there was more snow under the eaves outside.

"You don't avenge him?"

Turning around like a lifeless stone statue, he approached the table like a stone statue, and there was no food on the table, only dead people, cold, stiff dead people.

A dead man does not open his mouth to speak, but he speaks.

This kind of words are not heard with ears, but with experience, an experience that has been struggling on the verge of death for a long time.

The hand gripped the hilt tightly, but the sword was unsheathed.

There were no wounds on the body, not a single bit.

There is no wound, is it that the soul has been sucked away by the demon? Sucked out the mind?

The tiger seemed to feel that his body was more stiff than the bones on the table, "You ......." ”

"Come here." Wusheng didn't look at him, staring at the body without a single wound.

The downhill tiger walked over.

"You didn't kill it."

Xiashan Tiger was silent, he was already listening, he knew that Wusheng could still speak.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and his hand lightly touched the hand of the black eagle, as if he had felt the strength of the hand holding the sword.

"You can't kill him."

The tiger stared at the bones, "Why can't I kill him?" ”

"Because you didn't kill him." Wusheng suddenly stared at and poked the knife in the palm of the tiger in the mountain, "You can't kill him." ”

"Who was the man who killed him?"

Without a word, he stroked the back of Black Hawk's head, and then stretched out his hand.

His hands were already covered with blood, bloody blood.

"What kind of kung fu is this?"

Wusheng stared at the blood on his hands, "This is a sword technique." ”

The tiger doesn't believe it and doesn't understand it.

"There are not many such swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes, and there are not many people who can kill Black Eagle, and even fewer people can make him move."

"Black Hawk?"

"Yes, the Parting Charm, one of the Seven Eagles, Black Hawk."

Xiashan Tiger gritted his teeth, "Is it a parting spell that kills countless people?" ”

"Yes."

"A parting spell that frightens the heroes?"

"Yes."

"Is it a parting spell that has lost all conscience?"

Silent, the stone statue stood upright, as if waiting.

Wait desperately.

Waiting for the tiger to make a move, the hand of the tiger holding the knife gradually turned pale, and gradually became bloodless due to force, but there was no blood but strength.

No matter what the power is, it is a force to kill, a force to be reckoned with.

Wusheng didn't ignore it, staring and poking at him like a stone statue, staring and poking at the hand holding the knife.

The man did not move, and neither did the knife.

"You're going to unsheath?"

The tiger did not speak, and if he did not speak, it was better to speak.

Without speaking, it is clear that their words have come to an end.

The end of the words is desperate, it is death, either you die, or I die.

It is also out of the sheath.

The knife is unsheathed.

The sword flashed and slashed at the man's bones on the table, swinging with his resentment and anger.

After this blow, whether it is a dead person or a living person, it is easy to become parting, and the body is completely parted.

He doesn't love parting, he hates parting, he hates parting, he hates the parting spell that separates other people's families, lovers, brothers.

This organization not only made him hate, but also made most people in the rivers and lakes hate and hate to death.

So he struck, and the knife came out of its sheath.

Sen Han's sword light fluttered, as if it could chill the soul of a living person at any time.

What about the dead?

Can you feel the power of that blow too?

Black Eagle didn't move, his hand still didn't move, and he clutched the hilt of the sword tightly.

The knife didn't move, and when it was only half an inch away from the body, it suddenly stopped, and it stopped.

Drops of blood have fallen.

Drop by drop fell on Black Hawk's cheek, and the pale cheek, without a trace of blood, suddenly turned blood red.