The guillotine has been pressed down.

Death has come, the head has been broken, and there is no life.

People flee as fast as lightning, but the methods of arrest are faster, colder, and more stable.

Their movements were direct, simple, and effective, and they were obviously extremely skilled and skillful, and it was evident that this was not the first time, nor the second time, but perhaps many times, and so many of them were too many to count.

There was a faint dead gray on their faces, and there was no trace of joy, nor a trace of excitement, nor a trace of timidity.

Three officials have already made a move, one took out the snow-white soft cloth, took out the wine jug, the wine jug was tilted, the wine had flowed onto the snow-white soft cloth, he was already cleaning the blade, the handle, the back of the knife, everything of the knife, even the blade did not escape his cleaning.

He changed six or seven pieces of snow-white soft cloth, felt out the wine jug six or seven times, poured six or seven times of wine, and finally wiped it clean, and six or seven pieces of snow-white soft cloth had been thrown into the barrel, he nodded, and the other two officials suddenly raised the guillotine, but did not leave, and the man blew carefully below.

The red silk has been offered, and the entire guillotine only shows a dog's head, and his eyes are staring straight ahead, staring at everything.

The cold light on the knife body has been covered, but it is not completely covered, and you can vaguely feel the cold light looming, and the body has become mysterious and hazy.

The guillotine was gone, the barrel was raised, and he nodded to the dog-headed.

The dog-headed nodded to him as well, and the barrel was gone.

They are all gone, why don't they leave?

The legs hung limply over the edge of the barrel, not moving a bit, for the hands were calm and steady.

Fluttershy slowly walks away from the side, and Fluttershy takes a look before she suddenly becomes dizzy.

That's not something that people can handle, and Fluttershy can't.

Wusheng picks up Fluttershy and doesn't look at Doghead, who doesn't look at him.

The blood-red garments had gradually become very dark, and the sky had darkened.

The dog head suddenly walked towards the Tongfu Inn, and the boss struggled to walk out, his appearance staggered, as if he could no longer stand up.

The smile on his face was still sincere and kind.

No one can find fault with it, even those who like to pick bones in eggs, they can't find the slightest bit of thoughtfulness.

Several big girls with heavy makeup and bare shoulders have walked out, one with tea, one with a soft back, and one with a pinched leg, and their division of labor seems to be very clear.

It is their duty to take care of each and every customer.

The boss was still laughing on the side, but the dog didn't smile, and there was no smile.

He is also a person who doesn't like to laugh, as if he is afraid that if he laughs twice, he will lose two catties of meat, and the loss will be very heavy.

The heavens and the earth have become darker, and a cold wind has gradually risen.

The chill has become more ferocious.

A group of people had appeared on the cold and cold long street, a group of people shaking their heads, their clothes were very expensive, and their clothes were very sloppy, sloppy and clumsy, disgusting and boring.

The one in the front has a fat head and big ears, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his entire chest is completely exposed, showing that he is not only very strong, but also very imposing and powerful.

People with this kind of momentum will not give others a good look, but always ask others to put on a good face to show themselves, if the position is not good, if it is not in place, it will be unlucky, completely unlucky.

He touched his chest, stood on the edge of Wusheng, stared up and down at Wusheng, stared at Wusheng, stared at him.

He didn't seem to have found any flowers, and no flowers grew on his lifeless body.

"Which?"

Wu Sheng was silent, let alone looked at him, his eyes were empty and vaguely staring ahead, and there was no one on the cold and cold long street.

"Come out and have to preach."

By this time a fellow in the inn had brought out a chair and put on a mink.

The dog-headed priest sat down slowly, and the way he sat was like a guillotine, and his neat sitting posture was not a trace of crookedness, just like being a man.

The smile on the boss's face remained unchanged, "Need something else?" ”

The dog head glanced at the boss for a while, and suddenly stretched out his gaze to Wusheng again, as if he was afraid of missing something, "Old rules." ”

The boss walked back slowly.

A few big girls with heavy makeup and bare shoulders and legs didn't seem to be tired and didn't stop.

The doghead stared at the fat-headed, big-eared face, dangling and shaking over the edge of lifelessness, as if expecting something.

The bloodshot streaks on his eyes were already redder.

"You're not on the road anymore." He pointed to his nose, his eyes opened a little wider, and the light became brighter, "My name is Sanqi." ”

It's a strange name, whether it's a nickname or a real name.

When he said the next sentence, he might not think it was strange, maybe he would feel that it was not only appropriate, but also very appropriate, and the name might have grown on him.

There was no life, no movement.

It was as if he was waiting for the fat to tell his proud name.

"Isn't that weird to you?" This man's eyes have a faint fierce light, fierce and ruthless.

Silent without life.

He didn't bother to speak, and the lights of the shops on the long street were already faintly visible.

The loneliness and loneliness in the night are quietly born, and the prodigal sons who are wandering outside have found their companions at this moment, and they have drunk and talked together, sang about wine, drunk and dreamed, to forget the sourness and sorrow in their hearts, the kind of sourness and sadness that go deep into the body, and the loneliness and emptiness that go deep into the soul.

The prodigal son is the prodigal son, the prodigal son who has no roots and no home.

The geese and ducks on the lake not far away were already screaming, the cold wind was blowing, a feather floated out softly, and Wusheng suddenly stretched out his hand, picked up the feather, and inserted it in the person's mouth.

He didn't seem to want to hear this man speak, let alone hear what this man was famous for.

The face was shaking, and the breath in his nose was twitching even more violently, "I'm Sanqi, Sanqi who will do it if you do it if you are 3721." ”

As he spoke, he had already moved.

His movements were extremely fierce and ferocious, and his fist slammed unswayingly into Wusheng's shoulder.

There is no life and no movement, as if he is too lazy to move.

Sanqi smiled, but the smile in his eyes was distorted and stiffened.

The dozen or so junior brothers he brought with him had a smug look on their faces, and they obviously knew Sanqi's skills very well and were very confident.

This punch must have beaten this person half to death, and he will definitely not be able to get out of bed for three months and a hundred days.

The younger brothers laughed stupidly, and one of them shouted, "The third brother is mighty, the third brother is domineering, and the third brother is invincible......." ”

This person's kung fu is obviously not bad, not an expert but also a master.

The mouth full of vicious dog-like yellow teeth was exposed, and he watched happily as the punch was swung out, and watched his third brother retract his fist softly.

Sanqi suddenly gasped violently, "Who are you?" ”

The yellow teeth like a vicious dog are gone, there is no smile on his face, he is not a fool.

He's noticed something is wrong.

The others saw that the man's smile disappeared, and the smile they had just given birth also disappeared, disappearing without a trace.

Not far away, there was already applause.

The dog-headed man suddenly laughed, and his laughter was not only ugly, but simply terrifying.

A few big girls with heavy makeup and bare shoulders and legs on the side have trembled excitedly, but the smile on their faces is still there, and there is no change.

The dog head slowly lowered the teacup and walked towards them.

When Sanqi saw the dog's head, he was speechless in surprise.

The dog head stared at Sanqi's neck, and his neck was also full of horizontal meat, "Your name is Sanqi." ”

Sanqi nodded.

"You're pretty good."

Sanqi was silent, and there was already a look of fear on his cheeks.

He obviously knew the dog-headed man, this person who was not a human being, but a human being.

"Why don't you go and fight again?"

Sanqi stared at the dog's head, although he was afraid, he was not afraid to the extreme.

They are not people on the same path, and Sanqi cannot be afraid of him.

"It's none of your business."

The dog head stared at Sanqi, staring at Sanqi's fist, "Your fist is very impatient." ”

Sanqi was silent, but he slowly retreated.

"Why did you stop, you can strike again, try to hit again."

Sanqi gritted his teeth and stared at the dog's head, "You want to try my fist?" ”

The dog-headed priest suddenly struck.

He only made a single move, and his fleshy body had fallen heavily on the long street not far away.

Sanqi struggled to stand up, but he couldn't give birth to a trace of strength.

The power of that punch was so great that he couldn't get up from it.

More than a dozen people suddenly pounced on Sanqi and lifted him away, just like a righteous man.

The dog-headed watched them gradually leave, and then turned his head to stare at Wusheng, "I know you. ”

Wusheng nodded, "I know you too." ”

The night was completely dark.

The lantern had already hung in the inn, and the boss had already walked over with a smile.

"Ready."

The doghead nodded, turned around, and walked in.

The boss leaned on the edge of Wusheng again, "It's dark at night, it's time for the spear god to go back." ”

Wusheng didn't go back.

He carries Fluttershy and walks down the street, into the darkness of the night.

Fluttershy slowly opens her eyes, and when she opens them, she touches the scroll, feeling sweet and content.

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The signboard of this gambling house is very prominent.

On a water tank-sized epiphysis

Inlaid with six, each side is six, and a lantern hangs underneath, with only four large black characters on the pale lamp paper.

Fortune Leopard.

The group walked in against the cold wind, they are usually very majestic, in fact, they are rarely imposing, almost none.

So when the boss saw them now, he couldn't believe it was true.

"What is it that makes Uncle Sanqi unhappy?"

Sanqi wanted to stretch out his hand and slap him, but found that that hand couldn't produce a trace of strength.

The light in the room was bright, and Sanqi felt harsh, so he found a place to sit and stare at the table.

Suddenly, there was a large snow-white ceramic bowl on the table, and the three epiphyses were already shining.

A few guys slowly walked over and laughed, "How old do you want to play?" ”

Sanqiyi grabbed the epiphysis and grabbed it hard, he didn't want to play, but wanted to know if this fist could kill again.

A thug is mixed on the road, and a pair of fists is simply more important than the big seal in the yamen.

If the fist is destroyed, it is nullified.

This fate was really cold and cruel, and he couldn't accept it.

The fist has been clenched tightly and has not been released, and more than a dozen younger brothers already know that the three epiphyses have been scrapped, which is Sanqi's forte.

There has never been a single miss, and if you open it manually, the three epiphyses will definitely become shattered.

Sanqi clenched his fist and did not let go, as if he was unwilling to let go.

A person walked over from the table not far away, this person had not yet approached Sanqi, the smell of wine had already rushed over, a person was easy to get drunk when he drank alcohol, he drank alone.

He seemed to be drunk.

He took a sip of wine, stared at Sanqi's hand, stared at it in surprise, his expression was even more surprising, and the words he said were even more surprising.

"I see."

The muscles on Sanqi's cheeks suddenly tensed, and he stared at this person coldly, "Half a catty, what do you know?" ”

"Every thug has such a day, I am like this, and you are no exception." The drunkenness in the half-catty eyes has become even hazy, hazy and vicious.

Everyone stared at the hand, as if they didn't want to believe it was real.

The hand was released, and the three epiphyses suddenly fell into the snow-white ceramic bowl, which seemed to be a woman's buttocks.

Half a catty stared at the epiphysis that kept spinning, and that look became strange and strange.

Sanqi put the silver needle on the table and stared at half a catty, "Do you want to bet with me?" ”

Half a catty stared at the ingots of fifty taels, looked at it stupidly, laughed stupidly, he seemed to be drunk very fiercely, and he was even more lonely.

Someone on the side already said that he was drunk, so don't bother him.

Sanqi sighed, put the ingot of fifty taels of silver in his pocket, and did not look at him again.

There seems to be a disgusting and tired smell on this person, and Sanqi doesn't dare to face it, perhaps because he is afraid of this smell.

People who mix in the Tao, no matter what kind of person they are, as long as they only have this taste, will easily become worthless and worthless.

Everyone sees him as he is, and who will remember what he used to be?

Sanqi remembers it deeply.

A well-known thug who has a dead hand is like a tiger without teeth, and even if the hunter does not catch it, he will starve to death.

Isn't half a catty such a person, isn't he no different from dead now?

The spit at the corner of his mouth is still there, he has been vomiting for a long time.

The stench in the room has become stronger, intolerable and unacceptable.

A few younger brothers threw him heavily into the cold and cold long street, and half a catty didn't seem to have a trace of hatred, but the corners of his mouth gave birth to a hint of teasing.

He was already rolling on the cold, hard street, and the flask in his hand was still there.

Liquor.

He took a sip of it, and then the flush on his cheeks that only a dead man had.

Half a catty is really half a catty, he will definitely get drunk before half a catty, and he will never get drunk on a catty.

The wine is still there, but the man is drunk.

The cold wind is slight, and the chill is forest.

He looked up at the sky, which was starry and without moonlight.

The loneliness and emptiness in his eyes were even stronger, and his body leaned softly against the cold, hard corner, panting heavily.

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He also looked up at the sky, and the stars loomed, like flashes but not flashes.

There was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, staring and poking at the sky, and there was no strange expression.

The chill on the earth deepened, and the color of loneliness became stronger.

Those little stars seem to be the tears of an amorous woman, indescribable sadness and pain.

Isn't this very much like Yang Qing's tears?

Fluttershy stares at Lifeless, her heart shattering.