"You've known her before, why didn't you say it before?"

Liang Xiaoyi scratched his head and smiled, "I didn't think about it." ”

Simple and unpretentious reasons.

This time it was Song Mo's turn to choke.

"I really didn't remember it, I had met her at that time." Lao Liang hurriedly explained.

"Tell me about the situation."

Lao Liang recalled the scene a little.

At that time, his wife hadn't run away, and he wasn't as unkempt as he is now, and occasionally he would go out to study what color shirt he was wearing.

He Qingquan lives near his house, his fists and feet are more powerful than him, and there are some equipment standing in the house, so he often runs to him.

Ren Chunxia came with her mother, the girl was timid, lowered her head, pinched her fingers and didn't dare to look at people.

She doesn't look ugly, but there are some small spots on her face, deep and shallow.

"That chick is here to learn from you, too? Tsk, I only started practicing martial arts at this age, and I was a little late. Liang Xiaoyi sat on a bench, just finished a set of punches, and was drinking water.

"Xi Wu doesn't care about that. What's more, her mother sent her here so that she could learn some self-defense skills and not be bullied again. ”

"Someone bullied her?"

"It is said that I was ridiculed by my classmates because of my looks, and I was bullied."

"It's not that ugly, is it? The foundation is not bad. Liang Xiaoyi touched the back of his neck, "Now the little girl, ......"

He hadn't seen the girl since.

Song Mo nodded, "I see." ”

Liang Xiaoyi exhaled softly.

"But you've only met once, how did you know her? Know the name, and still be so guarded? ”

Liang Xiaoyi's heart suddenly lifted.

This girl is too smart.

"How do you know about me?" He has a hard mouth.

Song Mo replied, "You lie, you have not only seen her, but also know something, so you are especially guarding against her." ”

"What do you say?"

Seeing that Liang Xiaoyi began to speak foully, Song Mo changed his words, "She wore black silk the day before Uncle He died, right?" ”

"No......" Liang Xiaoyi retorted, and suddenly realized that he had slipped through his mouth and fell for this cunning girl's scheme.

Seeing that the words were cheated, Song Mo continued to ask.

"Don't you say it now?"

Lao Liang was furious, "You-"

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else." Song Mo guessed the reason, "It should involve Uncle He's reputation, and I will keep my mouth shut." ”

Liang Xiaoyi stared at the girl, and he suspected that the girl could read minds.

"That woman, with the old man and him, something." He said one by one.

It's not good to say that people are right and wrong, not to mention that for Lao He, although his appearance has not changed, he is older than him, and it is not strange to find a little girl with a terrifying age difference.

"You fought with him that day, probably for this too?" Song Mo understood.

"Yes, that stupid person is stupid, even if he knows that the woman has bad intentions, he still wants to be responsible." Liang Xiaoyi gritted his teeth.

If he knew that it was a man-eating flower, he would have chosen to be a scumbag.

"So you woke him up? And broke the leg of the stool? Song Mo continued to guess the situation.

"Tsk, can a stupid person with a stubborn temper wake up? If I had known that something had happened to him that day, I would rather break his leg than take him away than if he had been taken out of his heart by that woman. ”

Thinking of the ending with Qingquan, Lao Liang also regretted it.

The moon is bright, falling into the tile to melt the thin frost.

Fang Xing carried a bag with a jar in it and walked down the street.

Walking to the empty and uninhabited industrial area, he suddenly turned back.

"I've been following for a long time. You're sure there's something wrong with you. ”

The woman's face emerges from the darkness.

Ren Chunxia put his hands behind his back, "Give me the bag." ”

She knew that what was in the jar could keep people alive forever.

Because she was ridiculed for her appearance when she was a girl, she later cared very much about her face. Medical beauty and plastic surgery can only delay the process of aging and ugliness, and she fell into a panic in the face of the small lines that gradually grew on her face.

It wasn't until she visited the place where she studied art again that she was stunned when she saw the teacher's face.

More than ten years have not left any traces on his face, and he is the same as the acquaintance he had when he was young.

At that moment, Ren Chunxia was longing.

She longs for such a youth to last forever.

In contact with Qingquan, she finally knew the reason.

Silver crystals, the roots of immortality.

She longed to pray, to be blessed with eternal beauty.

"Give me the jar." She repeated.

Fang Xing protected the jar behind him.

He knew how important Yuan Jing was. He must not let this thing be snatched away.

"Don't even think about it." He looked around vigilantly.

The moonlight gradually dimmed, but from a distance it was cloudless and still bright.

For it was not the moon that was hidden in the clouds, but the firelight lit up on all sides, reflecting the sky.

In the cold of November, the air suddenly becomes scorching hot, and the temperature gradually rises, such as the midsummer in the south, where the 40-degree heat makes people dizzy.

The blades of grass were stained red, and they were burned and died in an instant.

Ke held the sword and stood not far from Fang Xing.

Fang Xing couldn't help but sigh at this moment that his life was too good, he escaped under the supervision of the Sea Dragon King in his early years, and now he had to run away at the hands of Cerberus.

The boss is all over his face, right?

Ren Chunxia saw someone make a move, so he found a place to hide.

She's in partnership with this dogface, she's in charge of providing information, and these people will give her the eternal life she wants.

"Hand over the jar, or don't blame me for being unkind." Thirteen drew his sword.

The bright red of lava trickled down from the knife and dripped down the asphalt with a sizzling sound.

This is an ability that belongs to the "Cerberus", "Lava Hell".

Fang Xing slowed his breathing, turned around and ran.

Joke aside, the aggressiveness of the "magician" is almost non-existent, and he does not run now, just waiting to be chased and bitten to death by this "cerberus".

Using his ability to ease the heat of his surroundings a little, he could feel the speed of Thirteen's footsteps.

He turned on the terminal and began to search for suitable places on the map to play.

The lava-strewn road to hell paved behind him, and if he slowed down a little, the chasing Kerberus would bite him by the throat and throw him out of the real Hades.

Thirteen drove the man into a small, abandoned warehouse.

The factory had just closed down, all the facilities had been moved out, and now it was a bit empty as a battlefield.

Brightly colored lava surrounded the exit, and Fang Xing was trapped here.

He swayed back vigilantly, and behind him, lava flowed, crimson flames blocking all paths.

At this moment, he is like a turtle in an urn.

Thirteen was carrying a knife.

"Give you one last chance to hand over the contents of your bag, or don't blame me for being ruthless."

Fang Xing lowered his head.

Behind him was lava fire, and in front of him was a thirteen-quarter blade.

At this moment, embattled.

He curled his lips and smiled.

Lao Liang: Oh no, I've become a sunny and cheerful boy

(End of chapter)