The man's good deeds were interrupted, and there was still some resentment, but after seeing the call message, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"I'm listening." The man picked up the phone and said.

"Lu Yueyue is already in my hands, where is the person you sent to pick up the goods?" There was a wave of questions from the man opposite.

The man sighed: "I have already ordered to go down, and trade at the mouth of the Wushan Tunnel at six o'clock." ”

As the phone hung up, the man's face showed a smile that had succeeded in his plan, and the whole room was filled with a strong sense of amorous atmosphere.

After a while, there was a sound of panting in the room, and the man's humming gradually became deeper.

As the pace of the sprint accelerated, a battle between men and women also reached its peak.

"Mr. Qin, it looks like you're in really good shape today." A beautiful girl saw this scene and immediately cheered.

"Hehe, people are in good spirits at happy events!" The man known as Mr. Qin leaned over on the mattress, waiting for the next service.

The rumor secretary on the side smiled slightly, and then arched his body back and buried his body in Mr. Qin.

Mr. Qin's eyes gradually blurred, and the stimulation of a hormonal explosion instantly occupied the high ground of his thoughts.

The weather in Jiangnan is always changeable, and on the way up the mountain in Chuxian, some sections of the road have been covered by raindrops.

Mr. Chu walked agilely on the bluestone slab, and when he first went up the mountain, he could still see a few guests coming and going, but the more he walked up, the fewer people he saw, and he couldn't even see a few ghosts on the road.

There are many places on this mountain that have not yet had time to be developed, and wooden signs that prohibit entry are planted on the ground and can be seen everywhere.

Chu Xian turned on the mobile phone, although Chu Xian's old mobile phone did not have many modern functions, but there were many special means.

For example, the search for people who have gone missing.

The telephone radio is broadcasting a warning that a rainstorm is coming.

There is always a difference between mountains and plains, and if the rainfall exceeds a certain size in a short period of time, it is normal for mudslides or collapses to occur.

Chu Xian looked at the gloomy sky with some concern, lightning lit up the entire sky like a thin snake, and the rumbling thunder resounded through the sky like muffled thunder.

Raindrops swept across the sky, the wind ripped up the branches, some small gravel was also rolled up, visibility was reduced to a minimum, and the path in front of me stretched outward like a thin line in an arc, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness.

At this moment, in a cave on the hillside, a candle flame rises faintly in the night.

A man in a security uniform sits motionless on a boulder next to a cave.

In the light of the candle flame, in addition to the man's flickering and slow breathing, there was also the sound of a girl's gentle breathing.

The man sat on the ground along the boulder, his side illuminated by the red light, the straight bridge of his nose, and his tall figure, like a boy of good fortune standing on either side of some Guanyin temple.

It's just that this seemingly gentle young man is brandishing the folding knife in his hand at this time.

The man took out a lollipop from his bosom and put it in his mouth, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry in the face of the torrential rain outside.

There was a gust of wind in the mountains and forests, which seemed to be the howling of some kind of beast.

The man suddenly seemed to notice something, slowly raised his head and said, "Since you're here, come out." It's not a street, there's no need to hide, it's not a simple character to come to me unconsciously, and I'm curious about what kind of character you are. ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you took my friend." A figure appeared at the entrance of the cave, and it was Chu Xian with a fierce face.

"This is my prey." The man swung the folding knife in his hand vigorously.

Chu Xian didn't panic, just looked at Lu Yueyue in the stone cave with his spare eyes.

"Rest assured, the hunter will not have any idea about his prey." The man said bluntly.

"Thank you." Chu Xian nodded slightly.

The man smiled contemptuously: "You don't think that if you find her, it means that you can take her back." ”

Chu Xian said calmly: "Tell me your name, I guess Wang Laoqi should not be your real name." ”

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised by Chu Xian's words.

"My surname is Zhong, you can call me Zhonghui." The man pondered for a moment and said.

"You're not behind it, if you can tell me who hired you, I can consider letting you go." Chu Xian nodded slightly.

Zhong Hui smiled contemptuously, and the folding knife in his hand was gently raised: "Then it depends on whether you have this ability." ”

Zhong Hui swung the knife continuously, and the folding knife quickly drew a Z-shaped shape in the air, Zhong Hui dodged, and the afterimage seemed to be stuck in the air, and a tree that had just grown to the size of a bowl was scattered and split.

It's a pity that this sapling, which originally had a hundred years of life, did not die in the hands of natural disasters, but died under a folding knife of human beings.

Chu Xian bent down, and a bright flash flashed under the blade of the folding knife.

Zhong Hui didn't drag, and the cover of the blade flashed from top to bottom, hitting Chu Xian's chest.

Chu first kicked the ground with his foot, and the other foot spun away, picking Zhong Hui's jaw.

Just in the blink of an eye, the two young men had already fought each other many times, and with the muffled sound of thunder and rain, the figures of the two people kept colliding.

The two swapped positions at high speed between the jungles, and you turned into phantoms between you and me.

In the process of fighting with Zhong Hui, Chu Xian obviously found that Zhong Hui used the kind of knife technique that fought close to his life, the Qin technique.

This kind of sword technique has long been lost in the long river of martial arts, and the technique of striking Qin can be traced back to a hundred years ago by the Yishui River, and the young man named Jing Ke resolutely planned to use his blood to carry out the war of slaying dragons.

Because this kind of knife technique is ferocious, and it pays attention to fighting with life, killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred, so many people give up.

Therefore, the blade held by the practitioner was no more than ten inches long, and the secret of this knife technique was to fight hand-to-hand combat, because the environment faced by the assassin was probably surrounded or one-on-one, so being able to cut through the opponent's major arteries with the blade at short distances was the most important.

With this ingenious maneuver, the Assassins charged through the ranks of thousands of troops, slicing the throats of one target after another with astonishing speed.

The Assassins had no defense, and they themselves were the most powerful blades, a sword that had written the most magnificent chapter in the history of those assassins.

Chu Xian didn't have anything to hide, and it only took more than ten seconds for the two to pause from the fight.

This kind of operation, which does not have too many bells and whistles, seems particularly abrupt and strange.

From the two people shaking their bodies to finally stopping, it seems that they have experienced a lot in the middle, but it is as if they have not experienced anything.

The two people staggered away, but they still maintained their offensive movements, and the rain swept along the corners of the two people's clothes, but the two people were motionless, like two sculptures sealed by cement.

A drop of blood swept along Chu Xian's shoulder, washed by the rain, and fell into the dirt.

With a stabbing sound, a wound appeared on Chu Xian's body, and a blood stain was so piercing in the dark night.

Mr. Chu was under the last knife of the "Attack Qin Technique", "Fengtian Chengren", and the knife was waved out plainly, which was very ordinary, but the killing intent was also the strongest.

There was a plop, but Zhong Hui fell to his knees, and the folding knife in his hand also slipped and stuck obliquely in the dirt.

"I didn't expect that trick you asked me to cut turned out to be a flaw!" Zhong Hui said incredulously.

Chu Xian raised his arm and looked at the watch that had already shown six fifty.

"I'm sorry, it's a bit risky, but I'm in a hurry." Chu Xian said quietly.

"Actually, you use knives too, don't you?" Zhong Hui whispered, "From the beginning to the end, all my moves have been seen through by you. ”

"The Qin Attack Technique is a legacy of Jing Ke's assassination of Qin back then, I'm different from you, I don't have much time to learn a killing method." Chu Xian said with some regret.

"Who the hell are you?" Zhong Hui said incredulously.

"An angel who has stepped into hell with one foot, I admire you. But your mind is disturbed, you seem to have something that makes you worry, and this kind of thing makes you collect some strength when you use Fengtian Chengren, otherwise I should be seriously injured now. Chu asked first.

"You won, but I can't let you take her."

Zhong Hui stood quietly in front of Chu Xian, Chu Xian's move just now had already broken several of his ribs, if he was forced to fight, I was afraid that the broken ribs would pierce his lungs.

Zhong Hui's fingers slowly snatched the blade of the knife, and pressed the tip of the knife under his hand with his backhand.

This kind of street brawl between gangsters that doesn't belong to any genre or way of fighting is more like that kind of street brawl between gangsters.

The current Zhong Hui was full of flaws all over his body, but the mad dog-like attack made Chu Xian hesitate.

It's not so much a fighting technique as it is a sacrifice, a sacrifice at the cost of one's own life, with the thought that either you die or I die, and send a folding knife into the opponent's chest.

Chu Xian was the damned person, and what was terrifying was that the murderous aura spread in the jungle.

Even a person as strong as Chu Xian was secretly shocked when faced with this situation, this was the first time that someone could pose a mortal threat to him.

Although the chances of Chu Prophet being able to win at Zhonghui are definitely not more than two percent,

He is Cyra, a killer who can destroy the world, even those angels who are high up are just the souls of his men, but Zhonghui is not a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, but a tiger who can be a trapped beast.