"Open!" Qu Yong's hands and feet shrunk, his muscles and flesh were gathered into a ball, a tall man of more than one meter and eight meters, dripping and shrinking into a round turtle shell attached to the back vest of the proprietress, in the past, Haruko Miyamoto taught him bone shrinking, Qu Yong at that time was just a dark energy, and he was already a peerless master of Dan Jin, this contraction completely flattened the joint space between the joints, completely hid himself, and then held the shoulder joints of the boss lady with both hands and controlled the window to open.

This move is Qu Yong's famous name after combining the turtle shape of Xingyi Fist with the Japanese ninja, not only can hide behind others, but also control the person's joints to make various moves, it turns out that this trick is excellent for the dead, and it can be used for the purpose of stealth, but Qu Yong used it at this time, but it also has a miraculous effect.

I saw that the proprietress was nimble under Qu Yong's control, no less than a bright master, because the sniper was extremely far away, and suddenly saw the window open, and then a black shadow flew out, and the three sniper rifles fired at the same time, hitting the quilt that was thrown out.

At that moment, Qu Yong had already driven the proprietress pretending to be Watanabe Hideki to jump out of the window, making the thousand-pound weight method quickly land, "Bang! Blood splattered, in addition to the three sniper rifles they saw, there was actually a fourth, Qu Yong dodged the first three snipers, but finally couldn't dodge the fourth, the boss lady was shot in the left chest.

Qu Yong's toes touched the ground, the muscles on his back fanned, as if the milk swallow was about to flutter his wings and fly, and the tiger pounced out in an instant, and the boss lady felt that she had a feeling of flying.

The swallow-shaped wings, coupled with the tiger-shaped flutter, are simply "like a tiger with wings", as fast as the wind, if he was not pressed by the thousand catties of black clothes on his body, he was afraid that he could instantly pop out more than 20 meters, but now it is also very fast, as soon as he landed, he bounced to the sniper's dead end, under the corner of the wall across the street.

At this time, the door of the house had been swept open by strong fire, and those gunmen saw that the window door was wide open, and without saying a word, they all gathered in a line at the window and fired downstairs.

Qu Yong carried the proprietress with the dragon shape on his back, the heart spurted blood wildly, intersected with the kidney water, water and fire could help, making the muscles of the two wings tremble, and the blood seemed to provoke him to really turn into wings, soaring straight into the air, the swallow is the most dexterous thing, there is the essence of taking water, is the spirit of leaping.

There is a Chinese idiom called "the body is as light as a swallow", which is used by many martial arts authors as a metaphor for the characters in their pens who are light and brisk, if they see Qu Yong's skills, they will sincerely admire, the ancients made words accurate.

Those gunmen rushed to the window and shot at Qu Yong, but they saw a blurred shadow flying away like a milk swallow, countless sparks flickering behind him, heading towards the direction of the fourth sniper's street corner, the fourth sniper only fired one shot, and when he wanted to reopen the safety buckle, Qu Yong had already pounced in front of him, like a tiger posture, he reacted quickly, blocking the sniper rifle, hoping to delay for a moment and hold on until his own people had time to shoot support, but Qu Yong's eyes couldn't see the block of the thickened barrel made of chromium-molybdenum alloy steel at all, He forced it in, and with a slash from the tiger, the blood from the tiger's mouth of the other party's sniper rifle was flowing for a long time, and his elbow was weak, "Bang!" Qu Yong's tiger split smashed on the man's head with the body of the gun, "Plop!" The tall body slammed straight to the ground, motionless, and fainted.

Qu Yong didn't kill him, but it is certain that a concussion is indispensable.

As soon as he blocked it, there were already bullets chasing the soul from behind, and all the "Ding Ding Ding" was shot on Qu Yong's back, but he was stopped by the invulnerable black clothes, and he used these huge forces to push, and his body had already swept away.

"Where to go?!"

There were several vans blocking the intersection ahead, apparently to close the street to block passers-by, and to serve as the last line of defense.

Qu Yong's speed did not decrease, and he ploughed the ground fiercely under his feet! "Whew!" The concrete floor was as soft as a puddle of dirt under his feet, and as soon as he stepped down, there was a large crater, and countless pieces of cement splattered and flew with great force, towards the people outside the van.

Those people didn't have time to shoot, they covered their faces and dodged, "Whew! Qu Yong was another plow step, splashing its countless cement blocks, "stepping up and crashing in a row", he used this cover to quickly sweep between those people, stretched out two fingers, and quickly "acupuncture" in each of them.

By the time the gunmen behind caught up, Qu Yong had already disappeared like Huang Xing.

"Why didn't he kill them?"

One of the gunmen looked at his comrades who were lying limp on the ground and couldn't help but ask himself.

"Because, he cultivates the royal road!" Behind, there was a person with a very pale face and a blur of flesh and blood in his throat who said silently in his heart.

The royal way to protect the summers, harmonize all nations, and drive out the Tartars is the way to control the people, not the way to kill people, but the royal road is not not to kill people.

Qu Yong had been running out of the house with the proprietress in his arms, and after making sure that the people behind him couldn't catch up, he found a place that looked like a park where no one was around, put her under a tree, patted her cheek, and shouted, "Hey, you..."

"I... No..."The blood of the proprietress has already flowed from two people, and the fishy smell attracts insects on the ground to suck it, "Outer Garden, you go to the outer garden to find..."

After Qu Yong saw the part where she was shot, he knew that it was too late, and he was able to hold out until now when the oil ran out, so he finally closed her eyes and sighed: "No thanks." ”

Putting down the proprietress and then Qu Yong didn't go back to Sakura Villa, he still remembered Watanabe Hideki's words that he was going to the imperial city to find the blind painter.

Tokyo is so big that anyone who walks in it is like a drop of water in the sea, completely gone, the bright sun is shining, Qu Yong's heart is bright, and his questions are also bright.

"Who is going to kill Hideki Watanabe? Is it someone from other gangsters? Or is it because of this decisive battle?! ”

"Why is Natsuki in the Imperial City, what is she doing here?"

While thinking, he also walked outside the tall city wall, only to see that there were blue-tiled and white-walled houses scattered among the trees in the ancient wood forest, these houses were not the products of modernization, especially the beast on the roof ridge was actually a dragon head and fish body, dominating the world, and the chrysanthemums symbolizing the Japanese imperial family were engraved on both sides.

And in this elegant, quaint building, there is a corner that is dark, stale, and even dirty, and the existence of this place is like the nostrils and anus of a beautiful woman, which is a regret in beauty, but this regret is essential.

Because there are retired "civil servants" living here, "civil servants" who specialize in serving the royal family, and when they are old and not suitable for royal decency, they will live in this special place for retirement, and those who have not been here will never think that there will be such a place in the world.

Qu Yong wanted to find the blind painter, and at first he couldn't think of where to find it, but when the proprietress said "go to the outer garden" before she died, he thought that there would be a special place in every palace, and there would be a place in the majestic Forbidden City in China, and the imperial palaces in Japan would be no exception.

Qu Yong slowly walked under the tall wall, a bow of the back, facing upward, his hand had easily picked the wall, and then his wrist exerted force, his body was like a monkey swinging in the jungle, he threw over the wall, and fell lightly on the ground grass within the wall, that is, a roll, pasted to a rockery, the Japanese Imperial Palace is not completely blocked, it is semi-open to the public, a bit like the White House in the United States, a part of the tourists are allowed to enter every year, and these peripheral walls can only play the effect of preventing gentlemen, It does not use modern infrared, power grid and other technologies.

"Tourists, please come with me, the place we are now in is the outer garden... There are ...... here," at this moment, a series of footsteps came up, and a person with the tone of a tour guide was talking at the front of the line.

"It looks like a tourist, so I can just mix in at the end." Qu Yong followed a group of tourists who happened to be in the mix, and then hung to the back of the line.

The tour guide has a lot of professional knowledge, and he can tell a little story about every grass and tree here, but Qu Yong didn't have the heart to listen to these, and finally when he saw a low house in front of him, but the tour guide seemed to have been specially explained that the kind of place can not be open to the public, he led the team to make a mistake in the past, not mentioning those houses, and Qu Yong was going there, he quietly turned his face and slowly fell behind, and finally flashed behind a tree, and waited for the team to go in the direction of the low house alone.

The first impression here is that it is very crowded, the small houses are very crowded, the aisles are very crowded, the people are crowded, even the smell in the air is very crowded, the air is full of smoke, alcohol, men's body odor, women's rouge, pigs, cows, sheep and horses, and there seems to be the fragrance of cherry blossoms in these smells, which makes it even more smelly.

One of Qu Yong's thoughts at that time was that if he threw a big explosion, he might not be able to blow up a nest of people, he almost pinched his nose and walked past the huts made of wooden planks and adobe bricks, the doors of the huts were tightly closed, but there was no one, he could only go down, trying to find someone to ask first.

When she was about to go from the beginning to the end, she saw an old lady kneading dough at a dilapidated doorway, and a two- or three-year-old child crawling on her back, shouting "Grandma...", and the old lady's withered hand threw back the same breasts as the broken sack on her chest, and the child bit the shriveled nipple and pumped non-stop.

"Old lady, I want to ask, is there a blind painter living here?" Qu Yong touched his nose and asked with some embarrassment.

The old woman didn't bother to answer, but shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.

"Don't know?!"

Who knew that the little doll spit out the nipples and shouted: "Grandma, blind operator!" The blind man who said that I could go back to the palace to be a big official! ”

Children will have a deep memory of those who have praised themselves, especially the dolls who were born and raised in such a poor environment, so he remembers them to death.

"Old blind man," said the old woman, who smiled with her black teeth, "and if you want to find the old blind man, he will go back to the eighth room on it, and there is a ghost drawing at the door." ”