The cold wind was even colder, and the hand holding the sword tightly grasped the hilt.

The blade of the sword was pressed against the throat.

The soul of the dead under the sword will not appear, and life will not end.

Why didn't the sword strike? Why clinging to your neck? Sticking motionless?

That hand was still steady, extremely stable.

Fluttershy doesn't understand.

She couldn't figure it out, why didn't this man kill me? Is there something wrong with it? Like the abusive kind of thing?

The chill on the blade of the sword has gradually weakened, the light has gradually faded, and the killing machine is dead.

This sword came very mysteriously and strangely, and the attack was also very strange, because the sword did not come from not far away, but went directly to the neck, as if it grew from the neck.

The sword has not left his hand, and the man who holds it has fallen.

The muscles on his face are almost deformed, which is very reminiscent of a clumsy, ugly and vicious clumsy, ugly and vicious.

A pair of eyes full of fear and disbelief.

He was terrified, he didn't believe it, maybe because there were such guns and people like this in the world.

He was terrified, he didn't believe it, maybe it was because there was someone in the world who could kill him, seal that sword completely, seal it completely.

The blood on his chest was still splashing, and it was flying steadily and calmly.

The cold, hard earth was suddenly dyed red, blood-red, and it seemed dim and fresh in the night.

The man is dead, and the sword qi is gone.

But this man is dead.

Wusheng stared at and poked the head of the gun, and the black head of the gun was still floating with blood, drop by drop.

It's not fast, but it's dripping all the time.

Fluttershy struggles to control herself, staring at the cheek that is slowly hidden by the hair, which is almost not a human cheek, is this the cheek of a ghost? Or the cheeks of demons?

Why is it so ugly? When people look at it, they can't help but exclaim and be afraid.

The last drop of blood had fallen, and the cold wind didn't know where it had swept it or where it had fallen.

Not far away, there were still cheers, tender, crazy cheers, as if this was the joy of the severed head, as if it was the last joy of life, the last pleasure and enjoyment of life.

The wine in the glass was still being added, drinking glass after glass, and there was no trace of tiredness in his eyes, let alone a trace of disgust.

The clouds of the tender body under the veil appear looming, seemingly absent, mysterious, strange, the sweat on the body is also dry, completely dry, and new sweat, they are not a trace of tiredness, as if they dare not have a trace of tiredness.

They live as if to dance, to twist their bodies, to make every muscle in their bodies perfect, to be great, so that those who appreciate the fluttering dance will not stop getting pleasure and pleasure.

Life is also different, different people really have different lives and pursuits.

Although they are all alive, they are completely different and cannot be the same.

Because some people are really full of copper stench, and the smell is disgusting, disgusting, and tiresome.

No matter in that era, there were such people, like sycophants, who were simply indispensable.

The wine glass was still raised, and his eyes were already slanted to the sky.

The night is full of stars, the cold wind is bleak, and the prodigal son is still lonely and lonely.

The wine in his eyes has become stronger, and every line on his face is extremely soft, soft and flexible.

The sword light outside is still flying, life is still drifting and parting, the head of the gun is still dripping blood, and the gun is gradually approaching, getting closer and closer.

But there was no trace of fear, and there was no trace of surprise.

The dancers dance, the wine in the glasses, and the bodies under the tulle seem to have not changed in the slightest, and they do not want to change.

The gun had gradually come over, and had completely approached the Qiong Tower, approached the Qiong Tower, and then walked into the Qiong Tower.

This is the highest place on Chang'an Avenue, and standing here, you can see the stars more clearly and brightly than in other places.

The cup in the palm of his hand was empty, and the wine was added.

The gun was not far away, and the man was standing like a stone statue not far away.

He didn't seem to care, he didn't care, everyone here didn't care, as if they didn't want to care.

The light tulle dances beautifully, the body twists endlessly, and the laughter is endless.

With all this, how can the elixir be kept empty in the cup? How can you keep the cup alone?

Isn't this a great sin in life?

Speechless, standing like a stone statue, motionless like a stone statue.

There is no trace of emotion, no trace of joy, and no trace of happiness in the empty eyes.

The eyes were already staring and poking at the hand, the hand holding the wine glass softly.

There was not a single change in the hand, not a drop of wine from the glass spilled, and not a trace of trembling.

Isn't that also a good hand? Isn't it very stable no matter what weapon you hold? Isn't it all cold?

The wine has not stopped, and the beautiful woman has not left.

Fluttershy hugged the scroll tightly, clinging to Wusheng, her voice twitching nervously, "What is this place?" ”

The wine table had floated to them, with a few plates of fresh fruits, a few dishes of dishes, two wine glasses, two pairs of chopsticks, and no wine jugs.

There's no flask here?

Fluttershy stares in amazement at the floating wine table, at everything on it.

At this time, a wisp of soft yarn floated over, holding the wine jug in his hand, and the smile was born gently, the wine jug was gently tilted, and the elixir flowed out gently.

The tulle flutters gently, and every muscle in it seems to be full of vitality and pleasure, which not only makes yourself energetic and happy, but also makes others energetic and happy.

Fluttershy is getting drunk.

She didn't drink, but just glanced at her mysterious, hazy body, as if she was about to get drunk.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, as if it had not been seen, and yet it seemed to have been seen completely.

There was no change in Qiong Lou, not the slightest change due to the addition of two more people and a gun.

The money did not change, Rourou drank the wine in the cup, Rourou turned around, and stared at Wusheng.

This was the first time he had seen Wusheng, and it was also the first time Wusheng had seen him.

One face is tender and ethereal, as if it is a willow branch in spring, vivid and flexible, while the other stone statue has no emotion and will not give birth to emotion.

The wine is already in the glass, the glass is in the hand, and the smile is already floating in the eyes.

The hand has been raised, "Washing the dust for you is not a tribute." ”

His voice was even more inviting.

Silent without life.

What does he mean by saying this? Is it intentional to wait here for no life? Or did you already know that Wusheng would come?

Was he ready? Waiting for no life to come?

Qian Wanwan walked over softly, approached Wusheng, and stared at the gun in Wusheng's hand, "Good gun." ”

The blood on the tip of the spear had dripped and had long since dried.

Wusheng still didn't speak.

Qian Million smiled, and his eyes fell on the dancer's delicate body, "Good night beauty, why don't you go and have fun in time?" ”

"I'm not here for fun."

"Then you're here to kill me?" Qian Million smiled and suddenly stretched out his neck, he actually stretched his neck to Wusheng.

There is no life, and it seems that I have not seen it anymore.

"The neck is already there, doesn't the spear god want to die?" His neck didn't retract.

Wusheng suddenly stared at his neck, and the throat didn't shake a little, "Are you an upstart?" ”

It's not a very elegant nickname, but it's apt.

Wouldn't it be surprising that a person who can be called an upstart is not well-off?

Qian Million nodded, slowly retracted his neck, and his soft gaze fell on Wusheng's cheeks, "Yes, I'm an upstart." ”

"The brains of the nouveau riche are not very bad."

Qian Million smiled as if he had been bitter.

"People with such good brains must know the news in the rivers and lakes very quickly, and there are a lot of them."

Qian Million drank the wine in the cup again, "Yes, I must know it very quickly, and it is a lot." ”

"So you must know what I'm here for."

Qian Million's smile gradually faded, "I know. ”

Silent without life.

With a wave of money, the dancing has stopped, and the beauty has disappeared.

Qionglou had become quiet and lonely in an instant, and even the wine had become less attractive.

Fluttershy stares at the stars as her mind flies away.

Then she only felt that her body had no strength, and tiredness gradually appeared, and the last thing she saw was a smile of money.

She had fainted.

Wusheng didn't react at all, as if he wasn't surprised.

Qian Million stared at Fluttershy, staring at the scroll in Fluttershy's hand, "Do you know who she is?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

"She will succeed to the throne soon, as long as this woman sits on the first position of the Demon Sect, the rivers and lakes will be in turmoil, and it is impossible to do it if she wants to."

Silent without life.

"So you just have to hand over that painting, hand over this woman, and there's no trouble."

"You don't want her to succeed you?"

"Yes, she can't succeed to the throne, I'm afraid that she will become the leader of the Demon Cult."

"She's going to kill you?"

"It's good if she kills me, I'm afraid of ......."

Wusheng doesn't understand.

Is there anything more frightening than death? Qian millions stares at Fluttershy, a look of fear in his eyes.

"I'm afraid that she will treat me as a slave, and she will turn me into a slave, and I don't want to become a slave, so I ......."

"So you're going to buy a lot of killers to kill me?"

Money millions are silent.

"You also bought the Silver Needle to kill me?"

Qian Million was silent, his expression became strange and stiff, as if he had been shocked by the name.

Wusheng suddenly approached Qian Million like a stone statue, and the distance between them was a little closer.

The head of the gun didn't move, and the hand didn't move, and the immobility was enough to make people feel frightened and chilled.

"Your thugs seem to be first-class masters."

Money millions are silent.

He seemed to understand what Wusheng was going to say, and whatever he said, he didn't have to say it again.

Because Wusheng has understood his intentions.

"There should be no thieves with such thugs, and crazy beggars and yellow-robed real people should never get out alive."

Money millions are silent.

"You deliberately let the yellow-robed real person and the crazy beggar steal the white jade phoenix and the night pearl? And then tell them that they can die if they find me, right? ”

Money millions are silent.

"The ghost king is also gloomy, you let them find me, and then die under my gun, you can order the dog head to kill me?" Wusheng suddenly stared at Qian Million's hand, his hand actually held the wine glass, and there was no trace of trembling, "Dog's head is also your move?" ”

Qian Million nodded.

He nodded, but he couldn't stop wheezing.

"Yes, that's what I thought, but I didn't expect that you didn't kill them." Qian Million suddenly stared at the lifeless gun, staring very carefully, "Why didn't you kill them?" ”

Silent without life.

"Aren't they worthy of your shot?"

Silent without life.

"If you don't kill them, are you afraid of the dogs?" A look of contempt appeared in Qian Million's eyes.

Silent without life.

The high candle of Qionglou is still burning, the fairy has long since left, and the pipa on the soft bed is still there, lying quietly on the soft collapse.

Is he really afraid of dogheads? Is that kind of death really too much for him to face?

Wusheng suddenly stared and poked at the money, "You want me to fight hard with the doghead, and it's better to fight for both sides, so you can take Fluttershy and the painting away, don't you?" ”

Qian Million was silent, and he didn't seem to want to face this problem.

"Everything you did was for that painting and Fluttershy?"

Qian Million nodded, "Yes, I need this painting and this woman." ”

Wusheng doesn't understand.

What he didn't understand was why such a rich man would use his brains to get this painting and this woman?

This doesn't fit the nouveau riche character, is he really afraid of Fluttershy becoming the leader?

Qian Million suddenly stared at Lifeless's eyes, "As long as you leave that painting with Fluttershy, you can take whatever you want in the stargazing building." ”

Wusheng didn't want to look at him, and suddenly left Qian Million like a stone statue, staring and poking at the sky.

He seems to have understood the reason inside, and has seen through the heart of Qian Million.

Qian Million suddenly smiled, his smile was no longer so joyful and joyful, and it seemed stiff. "How? If you don't have enough, this stargazing tower will also be given to you. ”

Again, this sentence is very surprising.

Wusheng sighed, "You're not the one who wants to kill me, you're also a tool." ”

Money millions are silent.

"Although you are very rich and like to spend money, you only have one life, and you are willing to give away all your money to save your life, right?"

Money millions are silent.

The muscles on his cheeks were twisted, and the silver cup "ding" fell to the ground, and the hand was unstable.

What is it that makes him unstable?

Is there someone behind him who is going to kill him?

"You can tell who asked you to do this."

The money is millions of dollars and the Adam's apple has been rolling.

It was as if his heart had fallen into a cold pool, and his body gradually became cold.

"You have to say, who told you to do this?"

Qian Million suddenly fell, and the appearance of the jade tree in the wind just now had disappeared.

The cold wind was still howling.

A cold light appeared in the dark night, and the cold light flashed.

Qian Million's body suddenly became motionless.

His body could no longer move.

Facing the cold wind, you can vaguely see a sedan chair floating away.

There is nothing strange about the sedan chair, it is strange that no one carries it, there is no one.

Smoke floated out like no life.

She can feel Fluttershy shivering in the cold wind, as if she is afraid of something.

Wusheng hugged her tighter.

She is also different from Yang Qing, most of Yang Qing's dreams are extremely sweet, with few or no nightmares.

The sedan chair is rampant in the forest, as if it is the fairy sedan chair of the Nine Heavens Fairy, with a sense of mystery that cannot be described.

"The gun god is lifeless?"

"Yes."

"You'd better not catch up with me."

"Why?"

"I'm a silver needle boy, and you're going to be unlucky if you catch up with me."