Being pointed at a gun, Fu Qiu was very uncomfortable and shook his head: "I don't know the etiquette!" ”

With a movement in his mind, a shadowless and invisible flying needle flashed.

Boom!

The pistol fell to the ground, accompanied by a severed finger and a splash of blood.

Kuang Yimin covered his hands, his eyes were horrified.

He boasted that he had few opponents in martial arts, and he was not yet able to understand turbidity, and learned to embrace firearms.

Today, I couldn't even see how the other party made a move.

No wonder the other party will single-handedly come to the door directly.

He thought that the other party was reckless, but he didn't expect that the other party was bold.

Fu Qiu walked to the side by himself, found a chair and sat down, and looked at the two of them.

"Okay, tell me, why are you looking for me?"

Kuang Yimin knew that today was planted, so he grabbed the crescent moon, walked aside, and began to speak.

The reason is simple, that is, his lord, a warlord who is currently working as a music teacher, has taken a fancy to Fu Qiu's wealth.

"A warlord in the lower field?"

Fu Qiu muttered, and couldn't help but sneer, a thing that has lost all its power also wants to trouble itself.

If you are so easy to provoke, can you really keep the big family wealth?

How so? There are people who have no beads.

"yes!"

Kuang Yimin was a little emotional, perhaps because he was looking for the vision of choosing the lord.

Fu Qiu shook his head and asked again, "You are very loyal?" Still by his side? ”

"Faithful? No, if I were faithful, I wouldn't tell you. ”

"I wonder if you'd like to hear about my experience?"

Fu Qiu glanced at him: "Say!" ”

Kuang Yimin spoke:

"At the age of twenty-one, I thought I had a hegemon, and I would be able to have a place and a province in the future."

"At the age of thirty-four, I understood that I couldn't succeed, so I wanted to help one person achieve hegemony."

“； But the people I meet are either untalented or unblessed. ”

"Maybe I'm a person who has no talent and no blessings, so I can't meet someone who can help."

"Some are just martial arts."

"It's a pity that this is no longer the era of martial arts, foreign guns, firearms, and cannons, which are all stronger than martial arts."

Fu Qiu frowned, your experience is too brief, and you still sigh so much.

"So what?"

Kuang Yimin sighed in his heart.

The language should be appropriate and attractive, and it should not be disgusting to the other party, and it is best to resonate with it, so as to sanitize the idea.

This kind of mental work, he is really not suitable.

Isn't he yet obvious, though?

He said so much just to tell the other party that the lords I assisted were not talented and blessed.

Your boss Fu is amazingly wealthy, and he is still quiet, and at first glance, he has a lot of plans.

I'm a bit of a martial artist, so I killed me like this, but it's a pity, you can use it.

Forget it, it has to be blunt.

"A certain drifting half of his life, only hate not to meet the master, if the public does not give up, I am grateful..."

Bang!

A bullet pierced Kuang Yimin's eyebrows directly.

"Pretending to be profound, it turned out that I wanted to beg for mercy, but I can't get to the point, it's not interesting!"

Fu Qiu shook his head, and then looked at the crescent moon: "What about you, do you want to die or live?" ”

Yueya Hong was startled, with tears in her eyes, staring at Kuang Yimin's corpse, she knelt directly on the ground, lowered her head and cried silently.

"There is some affection, I will fulfill you!"

Fu Qiu said, pointing the gun at the crescent moon.

Crescent Red raised her head sharply and hugged Fu Qiu's thigh.

"Don't, don't!"

Fu Qiu was helpless: "Since you don't want to die, you still behave so deeply like the sea?" Isn't this a misunderstanding? ”

The crescent moon red is the real speechless, you are the one who doesn't play according to the script.

In the script, even a tyrant like Cao Cao faced the widow of the enemy, the kind that was very affectionate, wasn't it all admired by his heart, let him go, or put him in the house?

You just send the other party back to the West, which seems abnormal.

"He's dead, follow me later."

Fu Qiu said, hugged his waist directly, swept his hands on the front and back, and touched the crescent moon red.

Throwing away the knife he was carrying, he walked straight into the courtyard and closed the door with his hooked foot.

"By the way, tell me the address of the warlord."

……

In the middle of a courtyard wall blocked by an iron gate.

A middle-aged man was stroking the piano, and from time to time he suddenly frowned, and a small bird actually landed on his arm.

Reach out and pat the sparrow off your arm.

"Even the birds aren't afraid of me anymore."

The middle-aged felt a little indescribably lonely.

After stroking the piano for a while, he shook his head, feeling a little dizzy.

After getting up and walking a few steps, his eyes were completely black, and he fell to the ground, and then foamed at the mouth.

The sparrows outside the window could see this.

In the room, the torn cheongsam was thrown to the ground.

The corners of Fu Qiu's mouth rose slightly, it was as simple as him killing people.

Hold down the crescent head suddenly.

The crescent moon glanced at Fu Qiu in a variety of ways, and lowered his head obediently.

I have to say that this is indeed a very coquettish woman.

After a long time, Fu Qiu pulled her out of bed.

Fu Qiu drank tea.

She sat in Fu Qiu's arms and added tea for him, looking very well-behaved.

"How long have you been with him?"

"Ten years."

"Ten years, it's been a long time, I made you a widow, do you hate me?"

"Don't hate, I'm not his wife, I'm just a helper." Crescent Moon Red gritted her teeth and said.

Fu Qiu gently touched her head, and the huge spiritual power affected the atmosphere and adjusted each other's frequency.

Reached out and dipped a little water in the teacup and drew a circle on the table.

Crescent Red saw the circle on the table, something strange.

Fu Qiu's voice was soft: "Don't hate, don't hate, in fact, you have been with him for ten years, and you don't owe him." ”

"By the way, do you have any family?"

"No, for as long as I can remember, I was sold into Wanhualou by my father, and later it was Kuang Yimin who saved me."

Fu Qiu hugged her, caressed her heart, and comforted.

"It doesn't matter, from now on, what others have, you will have."

After saying that, Fu Qiu's fingers continued to draw a circle in front of her eyes.

Attracted by the things in Fu Qiu's hand, Moon Red took the initiative to speak: "You still want to help me find my family?" ”

Fu Qiu continued to draw rings on his hands: "Yes! ”

"Why did Dad sell you in the first place? Is there any secret? ”

"Because... Brother, I killed my brother. ”

Crescent Moon paused, and the movements of her hands became hesitant, even slower and slower, slower and slower, but her gaze seemed to be filled with circles on the table.

Fu Qiu: "It's okay, after so many years, no one will blame you." ”

Grabbing her by the waist, she turned around, staring into her crescent eyes.

Fu Qiu's eyes faintly reflected some strange light.

"I'll be your dad from now on, and I won't blame you."

"Daddy?"

Crescent Moon Red looked at the circle on the table, looked at Fu Qiu with some distraction, and her consciousness became a little sluggish.

Fu Qiu's index finger slowly stopped at this time.

The entire table was littered with circles he had drawn with tea.

The dense circles at a glance make people feel a little uncomfortable.

"Do you miss Mom?"

"Homesick?"

Crescent Red's hand holding the teapot trembled, and it just held the teapot, hanging in mid-air, pausing.

After a few seconds, she jerked down the teapot and hugged her head, letting out a whimper of pain.

"I'm sorry... Brother.... I'm sorry.... It's my fault....."

In just a few seconds, she cried bitterly, tears and snot and saliva together, dripping down her body like a broken thread.

She recalls when she was a kid and dragged her brother to play on the frozen river.

As a result, the river collapsed, and the younger brother fell directly into it.

At that time, she was so desperate and miserable.

Fu Qiu touched her head, and a soft voice sounded, "Call Dad." ”

Crescent Moon raised her head slowly and looked at Fu Qiu, her eyes a little dull.

"Daddy."

Fu Qiu smiled: "Hmm! ”

……