Ao Zhixian didn't bother to reply to him.

"The Fubo Gang can't fall."

She shook her head.

"But Uncle is right about one thing - you're old."

Ao Zhixian got up and walked out of the hall.

The warm breeze blows on the face, and the fragrance is charming.

But all he could smell was indescribable fear.

"Miss, spare me a ......"

He abruptly left his seat, but he didn't dare to chase him, and finally his knees weakened, and he actually knelt down towards the door.

Ao Zhixian heard the sound of bricks and paused.

"Uncle still thinks I'm a little girl!"

She glanced back, revealing half of her red lips, and laughed like a silver bell.

"Su Lang, don't make it too difficult to clean up."

The red dress fluttered through the doorway.

Then, a tall figure strode in from outside the hall.

Sheng Lifu's heart sank to the bottom.

"You ......"

He got up and looked up at Su Peifeng, his lips snorted several times, but he didn't dare to scold after all.

Sweat dripping from sideburns.

"I want to see the helper!"

The voice lingered a few times under the hall before being swallowed by the window wind.

Su Peifeng didn't speak, rolled up his sleeves.

The smile was the same as always, revealing Sensen's white teeth.

······

Night.

Snow falls from the heavens, lying on glazed tiles.

Puff pop.

The atmosphere is so cold that it freezes.

Dew was pouring on the glass windows.

The warm breeze travels along the fire path inside the wall, baking the house like spring.

In the bed, the soft fragrance was heavy, and Su Peifeng was a little greasy when he smelled it.

He gently lifted the tent and stepped barefoot on the thick carpet.

Ao Zhixian's sleep was very light and could not be disturbed.

Su Peifeng walked to the table and sat down.

Turn over the cup and pour the water.

The coldness ran over the tongue, rolled down the throat, and down to the belly.

Then, there seemed to be a bloody aftertaste in his mouth.

The moonlight penetrates through the window, like floating water.

Su Peifeng sat statue-like, his eyes shining with silver light, carefully recalling the process of killing people in the afternoon.

Sheng Lifu has a clear three-vein cultivation.

But killing a scared person is no harder than killing a lost dog.

Su Peifeng poured a second glass of water, dipped it with his fingertips, and wrote on the table.

[One hundred and sixteen. 】

This number is the life he took for Ao Zhixian.

Just like the previous one hundred and fourteen times, each time, Su Peifeng would remember the first time.

More than three years ago, less than four years.

He was not yet nineteen, and he was already old when he got the Giant Spirit Phase, but he had only recently entered the Breakthrough Realm.

As a star monarch, he is no longer looked down upon in the clan.

Of course, it is not much to be looked up to.

The days are muddy.

Until he met fourteen-year-old Ao Zhixian.

Like a moth meets fire, a mouse meets a cat.

In the martial arts arena of the Golden Magnetic Gate, the ring is made of ashlar stones, and the cracks are full of twisted and rusty iron.

It's been a long time.

In the fading memory, people and things are black with different concentrations.

It was a fear that has been lingering to this day.

the first public martial arts competition;

signed a life and death certificate for the first time;

Seeing blood for the first time......

Driving the giant spirit phase, he was so nervous that he couldn't take a step.

He was scarred and couldn't tell the difference between blood and sweat.

Then it was pierced through the lower abdomen by flying iron nails.

It tasted like yesterday.

The first sensation was not pain, but a piece of ice slipping into the flesh.

But it's hot.

Xingjun fell, and the entire Golden Magnetic Gate cheered.

What was buzzing in the air, Su Peifeng still hadn't figured out.

One last glance was cast at Ao Zhixian on the high platform.

In the gray world, only her long skirt and lips share the color with blood—a fishy red.

He's dying.

She was laughing.

At that moment, Su Peifeng realized what kind of madness he had made and what kind of person he liked.

He was suddenly not afraid of death.

The djinn was alive like never before.

Re-energized.

The ruptured muscles are re-implicated.

By the time the mad giant was pulled away, the opponent had already lost his breath.

No one dared to look at the newly dyed red face.

No one dared to smell the fishy smell all over his body.

Since then, at least for the first dozens of times, the killing has always made him sick and nauseous.

But Su Peifeng couldn't stop.

Again and again, the girl in the red dress smiled with satisfaction, he always wanted to see it again.

······

Early December, dusk.

Xijing drips into ice, and there are few pedestrians on the street.

Long winds swept across the sky and swept away stratus clouds.

To the south of the eastern city, a three-entry house guarded by the government has an open gate, and people are constantly entering and leaving.

This is the new residence of the Governor.

Liangzhou has been a state councilor for more than ten years.

Therefore, when Jin Ziming first came to Xijing to perform his duties, he couldn't even rent a mansion.

It wasn't until Wang Min completed the case that he borrowed the vacant mansion of a wealthy businessman and moved out of the government-run hall.

In the Doge's Palace, half of the snow was cleared, and only a road was made between the courtyards.

The doors and windows of the study were tightly closed.

On the couch, the two sat opposite each other.

The person on the right, wearing a hat and a goatee, is the Heng Wei who promoted the Niu Drink Bo case.

The man on the left is over 60 years old, thin and thin, with dark bags under his eyes, but his eyes are sharp and sharp.

This person is Jin Ziming.

There is a chessboard on the low table, white on the left and black on the right, and it is in the middle of the board.

"Hezhou's great man 'Quanzhongjun', who practices the water practice method, was invited to Xijing this morning."

Heng Wei looked at the chessboard with his eyes and reported in his mouth.

"The cargo of the cattle will be fished out soon."

As he spoke, he couldn't distinguish the local move, so he took the first move.

"That's fine."

Jin Ziming's face was slightly relaxed, and he continued to bite the advantage and attack.

"I went to see Wang Jinglong again in the afternoon, but this person still didn't let go."

He wore a thick jacket like a turtle shell and held a hand warmer, and he didn't see his staff respond on the chessboard for a long time.

When he looked up, he saw that Heng Wei's fingers were trembling from the cold, and he couldn't hold the chess pieces steadily.

"In the cold winter, you still wear this scribe's clothes, so you have to rely on shaking to keep warm?"

Jin Ziming reproached and handed over the stove in his hand.

Heng Wei took it generously, but his mouth was fierce.

"Making Taiwan, the government can't buy carbon, it's a small means of the Fubo Gang."

"If I add clothes, will I not show weakness?"

He warmed his hand, and finally left a son.

"The matter of carrying Tang Sheng Lifu has also paid off."

"Summarizing the news from the three sources, he did not die of illness, but died at the helm of the Fubo Gang - this kind of ruthless method is the style of the Ao family's daughter."

Heng Wei reported the matter again.

"The three of the nine hall masters have gone, and the fire should be almost there."

Jin Ziming replied.

The two sides fought each other a few more times, and heard a knock at the door.

It was the Shogunate Nagashi who came in.

"Make the table, Brother Heng, there is great progress!"

He whispered, unable to suppress his joy.

"The locations of the three core strongholds of Fubo Bank have been determined, and the account books of Yaohe smuggling must be in these places!"

Hearing this, Heng Wei breathed heavily and clenched his fists violently.

Jin Ziming only nodded lightly.

"It's dark, my old eyes can't see the chessboard clearly, light a candle."

He said.

After a short time, Changshi closed the door and left.

There is a candle on the chessboard.

It's Heng Wei's turn again.

He pondered for a moment, then sighed.

"The system is determined to be Qingshan, the general trend has been achieved, and the subordinates can't be chaotic."

"Another game?"

He handed over the hand stove and tried to collect it, but was stopped.

"Today's leisure is over."

Jin Ziming said with a smile.

"Besides, this game is not settled yet."

"Why is it undecided?"

Heng Wei asked rhetorically, and pointed more than a dozen steps with his fingers in order.

"The black dragon is about to die, and he can't be saved."

He stubbornly said.

"The chess path is limited, but the personnel is unlimited."

Jin Ziming shook his head and smiled, exhaling white gas.

"You might as well wait for the situation to be clear, and you and I will finish this game."

As he spoke, he got out of the bed and pushed the door open with both hands.

It's already nightfall outside.

The new snow in the courtyard reflected the moon, reflecting a large piece of silver light into the study, and it was a little dazzling when it overwhelmed the candle flame for a while.

At this moment, Heng Wei thought he had seen the dawn.

(End of chapter)