The surface of the lake rises and falls violently.

The path had departed, and the forked pole not far away had emerged and floated over.

Wusheng picked up the fork rod and floated back like a light smoke.

Someone has already been in the room, and if you don't look at it, you can't see it.

Charcoal had been added to the fire, and it was clearly burning more violently than before.

Fluttershy's hands are no longer outside, but inside her cape, and her hair isn't as messy.

Who has this been? Is it just to do these two things?

Wusheng closed the window and lit the lamp.

The cold rain beat the window paper, as if a lonely, empty woman was enduring torment and torture in the night.

He stared at the portrait quietly by the light, staring at Yang Qing.

Yang Qing was also staring at her, her eyes were full of tears, and she couldn't tell the sadness and pain.

Sigh of nothingness.

Did he already have a strong affection for Yang Qing? Are you silently in love with her now?

He didn't seem to care about the reason for the change in the portrait.

Fluttershy wakes up from a nightmare, takes her cloak, walks over, ties it to her body, and hugs her.

But she glanced up at Yang Qing, and suddenly left again.

She seemed to be very afraid of Yang Qing, and there were tears in her eyes.

"Are you afraid?"

Fluttershy nods.

"Don't be afraid, with me on the side, you don't have to be afraid."

Fluttershy nodded, tears falling.

She only now knows why Yang Qing likes him so much, when a woman is afraid, it is really a kind of luck to have such a man by her side.

Wusheng suddenly hugged her in his arms and hugged her softly.

She opened her eyes and stared at Wusheng, she wanted to see what Wusheng looked like on his face now.

His cheeks didn't change in the slightest, and his empty eyes stared at the painting, the man.

Fluttershy tightens her body and her gaze becomes extremely hazy and soft, and her body becomes softer, softer and gentle.

She didn't speak, and the words in her eyes were undoubtedly a lot.

Experienced men must know that the eyes of an emotional, affectionate woman can not only speak, but also make people feel pity and sin.

Wusheng didn't seem to notice it, just stared at the portrait quietly, stared at Yang Qing, and stared at her tears full of sadness and pain.

Why is she crying? Have you seen Fluttershy getting close to lifeless? Can't stand the fact that there are other women in Wusheng's arms?

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

But it gives people the feeling that they are moving, silently sad and sour, as if it is an amorous girl in the boudoir who is sad and bitter that her lover is possessed by others and completely possessed.

Wusheng is not possessed by others, and he has no emotions.

He gently pushes Fluttershy away and walks out.

The boss walked back and forth, as if she was a delicate daughter-in-law full of worries, and she had nowhere to release her distress and sorrow.

Wusheng walked over, stared at the boss, and did not speak.

He didn't like to talk very much, as if he was afraid that if he said one more word, he would be tired to death.

The cold wind and cold rain outside gradually became less intense, but the chill was still there.

A few big girls with heavy makeup and bare shoulders and legs, there was no smile on their faces, and when they saw Wusheng coming, their expressions looked very happy and afraid.

The boss smiled and stared at Wusheng, "The little one is not well taken care of, and the god of the gun is forgiving." ”

Wusheng doesn't understand.

He has been well taken care of, and no one has said that he has not taken good care of him, let alone said that he has no life.

The boss respectfully took a cup of tea, and walked in front of Wusheng respectfully, "This is Jiangnan Gusu Biluochun, a little heart." ”

not

I don't understand it again.

He stared at the boss, at the teacup in his hand.

"Have you been in trouble lately? Can't fix it? ”

The boss nodded.

"You can talk about it, say it, maybe it will feel better." Lifeless eyes were already staring out, and a dozen figures had appeared on the long street, ghostly floating over and away.

There are not many people in the rivers and lakes who are so good at reaching out, so no matter what organization or sect such kung fu is, it will be very popular.

The boss opened his mouth but closed it, and the look of fear in his eyes became crazy.

What is he afraid of? Wusheng was silent, staring at him, waiting for him to speak.

Wusheng picked up the cup of tea and took a sip, "Do you have any enemies coming?" ”

The boss nodded, "It's not my enemy alone. ”

Wusheng nodded.

"It's our enemy of the entire Chang'an Avenue."

Wusheng nodded.

"It's a demon who goes crazy and bites people all the time." The boss spoke very slowly, and his face became ugly.

He looked as if he had been madly bitten by a demon, and he became extremely uneasy.

Wusheng nodded.

"That demon is so terrible that it bites people at night." The boss didn't want to say anything, and his legs were shaking as he spoke.

"Show up every night?"

The boss pointed to the side, "The old Wang next door was bitten to death, and there are four tooth marks on his neck." ”

"The official didn't come either?"

The boss nodded, "They seem to be busy lately and don't have manpower." ”

"Still in there?"

The boss nodded.

The lifeless stone statue walked out and walked towards the pawnshop.

The door was not big, and Wusheng kicked it open.

In the dimly lit corner lay several skeletons, each with four tooth marks on their necks.

His face was hideous, fierce and vicious, Wusheng looked inside, and a figure suddenly burst out, and more than a dozen cold lights suddenly appeared, hitting Wusheng's body in a hurry.

Floating up like a light smoke, more than a dozen cold lights suddenly settled into the wall, and Qi Root settled, and the cold, hard wall gradually became pitch black, black and bright.

He dropped softly and stared out of the house, where the man was nowhere to be seen.

There was not a single figure on the long cold street outside, which was disgusting and tiresome.

The lifeless stone walked out and walked back, staring out with empty eyes, the rain was still drifting outside, and the cold wind was already very weak.

"The man is gone."

The boss looked at Wusheng in surprise, "That demon is gone?" ”

Wusheng nodded, "There is no danger inside, a few bones can be buried." ”

The boss nodded.

As Fluttershy walks back into the house, Fluttershy squats down by the fire and roasts her hands, and when she sees Sheddie return, her bitter, dull smile suddenly brightens.

"Are you scared alone?"

Fluttershy nodded.

The lifeless stone statue walked towards the window and opened it.

At this time, there was a cry of pain from below, and Wusheng sighed deeply, he knew whose voice it was.

Fluttershy suddenly takes the scroll off and rolls it up, "Let me follow you, okay?" ”

She gripped her cloak and smiled sweetly.

Wusheng nodded.

Below was the boss's voice, who had swept across the ground like a shrimp, and the bitter water in his mouth had flowed out.

One of them was kicking the boss's ass hard, and a vicious smile appeared on his face, as if it was very enjoyable and pleasant.

The other two watched from the sidelines, smiling.

The clothes on the three of them were all gorgeous, but they were very indecently dressed, and one of them held iron gall in his hand.

He grinned, his hand clanging

Sound.

The other held a long sword, and the spike of the sword swayed slightly in laughter.

The boss has begged for mercy, "I really can't do it anymore." ”

The man touched the scum on his face, and suddenly kicked out again, and the boss's mouth was already wider open, but the voice was quieter.

The lifeless stone statue came up and stood beside them, straighter than the gun in his hand.

"He's no longer good."

The man touched the stubble on his face again, and stared at Wusheng with slanted eyes, "Which onion are you?" Dare to meddle in our business. ”

Fluttershy laughs.

These people are obviously ruffians and hooligans, the most scoundrel kind.

There are such people everywhere, and in every era, there will be a little bit of it.

They obviously didn't know the origin of Wusheng, and when they looked at the gun in Wusheng's hand, they didn't react at all.

Silent without life.

Empty eyes stared at and poked at this man.

The man smirked and pointed to the Brainless Melon, "Who is this person?" Why haven't you seen it before? ”

The two on the side laughed and shook their heads.

They obviously don't know Wusheng either, as if they don't bother to know Wusheng.

Wusheng helped the boss up, and a few big girls with heavy makeup not far away suddenly ran over and helped him away.

The bearded man had cracked his mouth and laughed maniacally, as if he had never seen such a funny thing, "Who the hell are you?" ”

Silent without life.

"The strong dragon doesn't suppress the head snake, even if it is the king on any mountain, he can't be so ruthless when he arrives here."

His words are very high-spirited and very reasonable, obviously a gangster here for many years.

Whether you look at it horizontally or vertically, it is a standard gangster who is serious, an old ruffian.

"Even if the head of the rivers and lakes is reckless here, he will give our brother three thin noodles." The man suddenly pointed to himself.

Speechless, as if too lazy to speak.

"Who are you? Speak up quickly, and let the third brother weigh your family. ”

Fluttershy covers her mouth and controls her laughter.

Silent without life.

The man sneered and threw a punch, slamming it into Wusheng's chest, with a grunt.

Wusheng didn't move, and his fists didn't move.

The two men on the side laughed, and then saw the stubble fall limply, and fell as dead flesh as if it were dead.

The hand was released, the iron gall "ding" to the ground, and the cold sweat on the forehead had rolled down.

But this man is dead.

Neither of them could believe that it was true, but they had to believe it.

Standing upright like a living stone statue, standing upright like a stone statue, without a trace of movement.

Empty eyes stared and poked at the two of them, "He's dead, he can't be saved." ”

He said it very simply, and it was very real, and the two men didn't seem to believe it was true.

The man holding the sword suddenly stared at Wusheng, "You killed him?" ”

"Yes, I killed him."

"You really ......."

Wusheng suddenly interrupted his words, "I really don't want to see you, if you don't leave, I will beat you to death." ”

The hand holding the sword was unsteady, staring coldly at Wusheng, and he was speechless.

"You also use a sword?"

The man was silent.

"Why don't you unsheath?"

The man was silent.

"Are you guts?"

The man sneered and sneered.

The sword came out of the sheath, the sword light flashed, and suddenly disappeared, and the person was already two feet away and swept motionlessly.

Gritted his teeth and stared coldly at Wusheng, unable to say half a sentence.

Wusheng suddenly stared and poked at the person who had not fallen.