The night was already sinking, Shen Junzhuo was walking on the road, he thought about the arraignment of the gangster today, the strange thing was that the person was tortured, and he still couldn't say why, let alone who the patron was. The only thing that is certain is that someone did buy the murderer to rob a young lady.

That gangster was just a member of the Jianghu organization, who had just come to Beijing from Henan, and was not familiar with everything in Beijing, and was an outlaw who could do anything as long as he was given money. It is not more appropriate to deal with such a person, and you don't care about anything, as long as the money opens the way. If you can find such a person, you also have the ability.

He frowned, he didn't expect that there would be such life-threatening things in the mansion one after another. This kind of behavior is very similar to her style, ruthless and decisive, never dragging mud and water, just like the practice before the death of the old grandfather, changed the song of inviting the prince of the world, and arranged for someone to hunt him down.

His suspicions about her have never faded, but he has never been able to get any evidence, and second, he can't figure out why he wants to attack Shu Yao. She is just an unmarried girl of Yunying, what threat can she pose? If you talk about Shen Yan, it can still make people figure it out, after all, Shen Minghe inherited the grandfather of the old country in the attitude of the prince, and he was always unclear, and he once favored Shen Yan, for the sake of Shen Yu, she did not hesitate to take risks, which is still in the past. But what is Shu Yao for?

He staggered through the darkness, occasionally looking up to see a dim light in the distance. But the light did not belong to him, and he had been alone for twenty-three years. When he was a child, since the grandfather of the old country discovered his talent, he attached great importance to him, not only invited the great Confucian at that time to be a gentleman, but also found a boxing and foot master from the outside, the six arts of the gentleman, he was all proficient. But after all, he is young, and if he wants to learn these things well, he will have less time to stay in the inner house, and less time to be with his mother. He knew in his heart that Old Madam Yu cared a lot about him, but he was never able to get close to her.

There is the desert wind and sand on the battlefield of the Northern Xiongnu, blowing up to cover the sky and the sun, the sky and the earth are chaotic, and people and livestock can be buried under the wind and sand after blowing, only the tenacious grass and red willow can emerge. When the sun is shining during the day, the skin exposed to the outside of the clothes is sunburned, and after not being exposed for an hour, the fire burns and hurts, and at night, you have to build a bonfire and wrap yourself in a leather jacket to barely survive the cold night.

But there is also a beautiful view, and at sunset, the sunset on the horizon is fiery red, and it is majestic and multi-colored, dyeing half of the sky in different shades of red. There was a bonfire on the ground, and the whole sheep roasted on the fire made a beeping sound, and a drop of grease fell down a certain position, and soon a cluster of flames rose in the fire, and the smell of meat fluttered far and wide. Some people took out the liquor and sang it loudly, and the liquor passed down one by one in the crowd, and the loud singing sound went straight to the sky from the ears.

It's just that the intensity, the agitation, makes him feel extremely lonely. His martial arts skills were used a little here, and he quickly changed from an unknown pawn to a scout leader who could lead a team of men, surrounded by a lot of noise, but he felt as if he was in a no-man's land. Looking back at his hometown, he was a little confused, who should he miss? Who to take to heart?

The sword on the battlefield was merciless, blood and water mixed with mud and sand, and soon turned black, and it is impossible to count how many lives he had ended. There are more people to kill, and if you kill again, you will become numb, maybe at that time he really has a hideous face, and he has become a demon with a blue face and fangs. That's why so many people are afraid of him, afraid of him, and treat him as impermanence from the underworld. But there is such a person, who obviously has a pair of eyes that are as timid and easy to be alarmed as a deer, but he dares to meet his gaze and look at him, and this look enters his heart, making him feel warm and warm in the lonely night.