Luoyang, three watches in the middle of the night.

The wick is provoked, burned out, and provoked again.

In the dimly lit room, Jing Wuming was sitting in a dim lamp, sitting alone on a large chair in the center of the room, drinking.

Many times, many years, he had spent countless days and nights like this, but he had never drunk at that time. And now it's different, or after Shangguan Xiaoxian brought him back a sword, it's different.

The wine he drank was not only for himself, but also for Shangguan Jinhong.

When this person died, Jing Wuming himself was also determined to die, and he no longer knew what the meaning of life was, but he survived in the end.

In a certain way, a part of Shangguan Jinhong's body has been replaced by him, or the part of Shangguan Jinhong that he has replaced has survived.

Obsession? Or is it the humanity that was abandoned after entering the realm of gods and demons?

He looked at the lamp, but it was silent, and he looked at the sword, and at the sword that was leaning at his feet and at his hand.

Tearstained Sword.

A meaningful thought flashed in his eyes, and he let out a long breath.

Shangguan Xiaoxian is not Shangguan Jinhong after all.

If it was Shangguan Jinhong, he would definitely not give him this sword.

Because Shangguan Jinhong believed in him, believed that his sword was fast and sharp enough, and would not use such foreign objects to strengthen himself.

Moreover, Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming are invincible existences in the world, so why do you need this divine sword?

They seem to be two people, but they are actually more like one person.

But now, Shangguan Xiaoxian actually sent this sword.

Although he is a swordsman and loves swords, there is no joy in his heart.

However, other than that, Jing Wuming was a little relieved.

Because Shangguan Xiaoxian was caring about him.

He was surprised that this child was alive, able to survive, and even grow up.

This should have been an outcast.

I don't want to be able to turn the situation around and turn the danger into a living, first use the power of the Demon Sect to secretly accumulate strength, and then become an enemy of the Blue Dragon Society, so that the Money Gang can reappear in the world.

This kid is much more competitive than the high-flying and invincible Shangguan Fei back then.

If Shangguan Jinhong was still alive, seeing this daughter who didn't even know about himself, but looked like him, I don't know how he would feel?

It's just that Shangguan Xiaoxian seems to have more tenderness in his eyes recently, often looking at the sky in a daze, with occasional imperceptible smiles on his face, his domineering spirit is gradually disappearing, and his tenderness is becoming deeper and deeper.

A hegemon, especially a tyrant, is the most taboo about this change.

This kid is emotional.

"Li Dusk!"

Jing Wuming held the wine cup and read the name into the light with a shallow gaze.

There seems to be deliberation, consideration, and reflection in the words.

This is a person who is more like Shangguan Jinhong.

is even about to surpass Shangguan Jinhong.

Heroic.

Jing Wuming has seen too many people, greedy for life and afraid of death, and vain, but he has never seen a person like Li Ducian who does not hide his ambition and is determined to swallow heaven and earth.

And this person is the only one who gave Shangguan Xiaoxian a trace of warmth when he was helpless and struggling to survive. It is precisely because of this that Shangguan Xiaoxian's heart is not full of resentment towards this river and lake, he has humanity and hope, and he knows how to cherish himself and the people around him.

Therefore, Rao is Shangguan Xiaoxian is emotional affection for Li Dui, and Jing Wusheng is not to blame.

Because he is not only a very good young man, but also ambitious, popular, responsible, and a person worthy of trust.

Not only does Lin Xian'er think so, even if Shangguan Jinhong is still alive, she will definitely feel this way when she thinks about it.

As the deputy gang leader of the Money Gang, Jing Wuming must hope that this child can become a big man and do great things, even surpassing Shangguan Jinhong and reaching the peak. But as an elder and an eldest brother, he hopes that this child can live happily, rather than living in the whirlpool of intrigue and power from life to death.

A person who only has hatred in his heart may become very strong, but he will never be invincible, he will not be happy, and he will not end well.

He hopes that Shangguan Xiaoxian can feel the other beauty of the world, live well, and live his life like Lin Xian'er, nor like Shangguan Jinhong.

Thinking of this, Jing Wuming couldn't help but be stunned.

Only then did he realize that he would actually think about others and worry about other people's affairs.

In fact, he had intended to retire back to the rivers and lakes back then, if Shangguan Xiaoxian didn't come out alive from the Leng Xiang Garden, or if he was awakened by Ye Fa and died under the flying knife, he would immediately retreat without hesitation.

It's just that this child has gone through hardships and dangers, and she has also survived the test of her, and her life is earth-shattering, which made Jing Wuming's heart that had been silent for many years beat again.

Jing Wuming suddenly smiled, this man, who may have never laughed in his life, sat under the lamp at this time, handed the wine cup in his hand to his mouth, drank it all, and smiled faintly.

The wick is running out again.

Just as Jing Wuming drank the sixth glass of wine, his pupils suddenly contracted because a person walked in outside the door.

This is a person in an apricot yellow shirt, a hall master of the Money Gang, with good martial arts, mediocre appearance, and he has done things very steadily in the past, and has never made any mistakes.

But the other party actually walked in straight now, without any scruples, and without reporting.

This is a traitor.

But since the other party can expose himself in such a grand and open manner, he will either hide it deeply, or he will have great confidence.

Jing Wuming didn't look at the other party, and said lightly: "Do you have something to say?" ”

The man said respectfully: "There is an adult who wants to see you, the deputy helper, and specially ordered me to come and pass the word!" ”

Jing Wuming sighed "Hmm" and played with the wine cup in his hand, "What is the reason?" ”

The man's expression was calm, and he didn't seem to care about the suffocating terrifying murderous aura, but said softly: "I know that you may not be interested in everything under the world, but there is one thing that the deputy gang leader must not refuse. ”

Jing Wuming didn't answer, just stared at the candle flame very calmly, and motioned for the other party to continue.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the hall master's face, and he said, "I wonder if the deputy gang leader knows about his life experience?" Or maybe you're not interested in your loved ones? ”

"Smack!"

The cup in Jing Wuming's hand had been crushed.

His face also became extremely terrifying, his dead gray eyes became even darker, as if two points of thick ink could not be dispersed, his face became pale, and the blue tendons on his cheeks were also revealed.

A person of flesh and blood naturally cannot jump out of a stone.

The hall master continued, "Compared to Shangguan Xiaoxian and Shangguan Xian'er, you seem to be more qualified to inherit the position of gang leader. ”

Jing Wuming sat sideways, didn't speak, just took a deep breath and closed his eyes, but the blue tendons on his cheeks were more convex, and his face was paler.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were filled with blood, red like two drops of undried blood.

Everyone knows that Jing Wuming was adopted by Shangguan Jinhong since he was a child, and he raised it with his own hands.

The hall master said word by word: "Because you are the illegitimate son of Shangguan Jinhong." Even if Shangguan Fei died under your sword back then, Shangguan Jinhong never wanted to kill you, isn't this enough to prove anything? But you must not know who your mother is? ”

Jing Wuming didn't say a word, and his pupils contracted violently again.

After saying these words, the man slowly took out a war sticker from his placket and carefully placed it on the ground.

Then, in front of Jing Wusheng, he pulled out a short knife from his sleeve, reversed the blade and stabbed it into his chest without hesitation, fell down, his eyes widened, and he died in a pool of blood.

The wick burned out and the lamp went out.

But Jing Wu's reddened eyes seemed to be beating wildly, blooming with two indescribable obscure brilliance.

He sat quietly, his eyes fixed on the stickers on the ground.

Sniffing the bloody breath wafting in the air, Jing Wuming finally stood up, picked up the war sticker on the ground, read the words on it clearly, pushed the door and walked out.

(End of chapter)