At night, on the street by the river embankment, Garon walked slowly along the river bank in a black coat.

On the left, the river constantly laps against the embankment, making a gurgling sound. Mixed with the cold and damp sound of the night wind, it gives people the feeling of early winter.

Garon walked slowly with his hands in his trouser pockets, wearing a torn shirt underneath his outer coat. He unbuttoned his clothes and looked down at his chest, where the original red marks and scratches had slowly disappeared from the exposed skin.

Reached out and pressed his lower abdomen, but there was still a faint pain.

At the corner of the street ahead, an old woman in a gray dress was slowly walking with a bright cart, on which was placed a cylindrical black container, and the outside of the container was written in chalk: 2 yuan milk.

A little girl in white, wrapped thickly, hurried to the side of the cart, took out a banknote and handed it to the old woman, then took a cup of hot milk and slowly left.

Garon tightened his clothes, feeling a little cold, and walked forward a few steps faster.

"Please give me a drink. ”

“haodehaode。 The old woman, whose face was wrinkled and her skirt was crumpled, but she looked neat, took out a small yellow paper cup from the cart, poured a glass of hot milk from the side of the cylindrical container, and handed it to Garene.

Given two yuan, Garon walked to a bend in an arc to block the wind with a paper cup in both hands, and on both sides were closed shop billboards, just forming a small space to block the wind.

With his back against the wall, Garon watched the milk cart slowly staggering into the distance, and from time to time residents ran out of their homes to buy, stop-and-go, stop-and-go.

The scene of punching No. 101 just now suddenly resurfaced in my mind.

"Murder again" Garon closed his eyes, as if recalling the previous scene. "I have an innate ability that others don't have, and I can quickly close the huge gap that others have accumulated over the years. But it also lacks the will and mind that has been honed in this accumulation process. ”

"Is this my fundamental problem now that the liliang that is strengthened too quickly leads to the uncontrolled unbridled release of desire?" he smiled, "There is still such a division in this era, in the era of guns, martial arts have gradually declined, and there is a transformation between killing tools and exercising the body. There are still people who attach importance to such a concept. ”

Calming down, he interrupted this train of thought, took a sip of hot milk, and the steaming white air hit his face, and the hot and rich aroma of milk penetrated into his nose, with an unusually pleasant feeling.

"In the fight with Golden Ring 101 just now, my speed was obviously too slow, so I couldn't keep up with the other party's rhythm. However, my liliang and defense are strong enough, it doesn't matter how many times he hits me, I only need to hit him once to decide the winner. This is also the advantage of the Liliang type. But after all, it's still my martial arts jishu who hasn't honed it home, and if his skills reach a certain level of perfection, he won't move as fast as I can move my arms, legs, and feet. When the time comes, you will definitely be able to deal with this kind of opponent with ease. ”

Garon concluded as he sipped his milk.

"And my choice to strengthen my physique in advance is right, otherwise no matter how fast the speed is, the pistol bullet will end the battle as long as it hits once. It's still a much safer route. It's a pity that I'm still playing at the level of basic skills, and I have to practice the specific fixed moves first. ”

After drinking the milk, Zuihou crumpled the paper cup into a ball and threw it into the store trash can on the side.

"I'm just fighting hard with my physical fitness, and when my martial arts skills are mature, it's different. ”

Walking out of the space, Garon walked along the side of the street to the stone bridge in front of him, crossed the stone bridge, and walked in a straight line along the street for ten minutes, and then he could reach Blue Tree Street, where Garon's house was located.

This area is already considered a suburb, and it is a peripheral area like Blue Tree Street.

Bell, bell, bell

The bell in the distance began to ring again, ten times in all.

"Is it already ten o'clock?" Garon quickened his pace, the Huai Shan was deserted at night, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the streets, except for the occasional passing carriage and vehicle passing on the streets.

Having just come out of the fierce fight, feeling this unusual tranquility, Garon suddenly felt a particularly relaxed feeling.

Walking on the street, no one knows who he is, naturally there will be no malice, and there is no need to worry about being insecure. As long as it is not a means specifically aimed at him, the average person is as weak as a chick in his hands.

Along the street, after crossing the stone bridge, there were a few thugs at the other end of the bridge who were drunk and sitting on the ground bragging about it, and when they passed by, they smelled a large pungent smell of alcohol.

Garon touched the handrail of the stone bridge, and the cold and rough gray-white stone clearly formed a touch in his mind, and he suddenly felt a faint pain in his chest and abdomen.

It is known that the impact of the bullet has caused damage to the internal muscles of the body.

After a few clicks, he tore off his torn shirt, crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into the trash can on the side, put on his coat bare-chested, and walked towards his home at a faster pace.

He didn't go far, and a bright white sedan slowly drove towards him, turned a corner directly on the street, and moved slowly with him.

The windows were rolled down, revealing Grace's cold, somewhat tired face.

"I have already approved the specific application, even if it is a golden ring, when we come to Huaishan, we have to obediently abide by everyone's rules. They have to give an explanation for our attack anyway. She whispered.

Gareon trotted to keep up with the car. "101 is dead. He said calmly.

"Dead?" Grace glanced at Garon, noticing the unusually calm look on his face, and the gray and white stone dust on his face. "I got it, I'll take care of it. ”

"This time I went back to the company and got a new piece of information. Jinhuan actually sent someone to kidnap the son and daughter of Tari Mercury and White Eagle, and now their whereabouts are unknown, apparently preparing to make a big move. ”

Garon evens out his breathing rate.

"I saved those two children, but unfortunately they didn't appreciate it. ”

Grace was stunned, as if she didn't expect so much to happen after she had only been gone for so long.

"So, they didn't see your real face?" she noticed the white ash on Garon's face.

"Probably not, but since it's the daughter of Mercury in Tower, this disguise may not be able to hide from her. That's a tough girl. Garon recalled that the little girl suddenly stood up and questioned her expression and tone, and replied slowly.

"By the way, do you know the factions in the martial arts world?" he added.

"Faction division?" Grace wondered, "I don't know much about this, but I've just heard that the martial arts world is divided into orthodox martial arts that strengthen oneself and one's mind, and unorthodox martial arts that focus on killing and fighting oneself to the extreme. ”

"Really?" Garon's eyes flashed, "Then do you know any famous examples of famous people in unorthodox martial arts?"

"This," Grace frowned, muttering for a moment. "Even if you have one master, there are several martial artists in the province who are all in this category of philosophy. It has a decisive influence on the underground shili of the province. ”

"It seems that unorthodox martial artists are mixed well, but what about orthodox martial artists?"

"It's pretty much the same, except that it's not very contaminated with the underground shili, everything else is the same as unorthodox. Grace wondered, "Didn't your brother and sister tell you about these things?"

Garon shook his head.

The neighborhood on Blue Tree Street in front of him arrived, and Garon waved at Grace.

"I'll go back first, be careful when you go back yourself. ”

"Don't worry, I've mobilized enough people to deal with this this time!" Grace's eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, "The police station has also taken care of it, this time, I want to give Jinhuan an unforgettable lesson!"

Garon saw the determination in Grace's eyes and didn't say much. Walking into the gate of the community, the old man of the doorman glanced at him, and continued to bow his head and scribble on the paper, not knowing what he was drawing.

At the top of the stairs, I faintly heard the cry of a child upstairs, and the hoarse male voice singing from the record player.

Step by step, soon arrived at the floor of his house, the corridor was dark and there was no light, Garon walked lightly to the door, took out the key and gently inserted it into the keyhole.

Click.

The lock was twisted open, and it was dark and there was no sound.

Garon gently closed the door, changed his shoes and walked into the living room. Suddenly, I saw a dark shadow sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room, and it was actually a person.

"Ying'er, what are you doing sitting here?" Garon was slightly stunned, and saw clearly that it was his sister who was sitting.

Ying'er sat on the sofa without a sound, her head bowed, and her expression was so dark that she couldn't see her expression clearly. Only the faint light of the opposite floor shone through the window.

Garon noticed that his sister was wearing a black tunic dress with a dark bow on her head and thick cotton pantyhose underneath the skirt. He sat motionless on the couch and didn't reply.

Since he crossed over, he has also cared about this sister in his heart, and knows that Yi Ying'er's character generally does not appear in such a situation.

He sat next to his sister on the couch.

"What's wrong? What happened today? Aren't you going to play with your classmates tomorrow?"

Ying'er didn't reply, but it was only after a long time that she spoke softly.

"I'm not going tomorrow. ”

"What the hell is going on?" Garon frowned, home and outside the home are two completely different shijie for him, this small house at home is a safe haven where he doesn't have to think about any worries, only with his sister who doesn't have any scheming and wholeheartedly to himself, he will completely relax himself.

And his sister Ying'er is also the last person he wants to be hurt.

"It's nothing, you don't care!" Ying'er turned her head away. "I'm just a little tired. ”

Garon smiled, reached out and grabbed both of his sister's cheeks, pulling hard.

"Ahh!?h

"Don't think so much at home! Rest well, sleep and have no worries. Garon let go of his hand, "Don't forget that there is still me and my parents at home." ”

"You guy is looking for death!!" Ying'er stood up and punched and kicked Garon, completely undisciplined. But even so, she tried to restrain her strength for fear of hurting Garon.

"You underestimate your brother too much. Garon smiled and straightened up to let her beat. "Are you tickling me?"

"Ahh!!hh

Bang!

She punched Garon hard in the face.

"Don't hit your face!!" Garon was startled and hurriedly dodged the second punch. Ducked in the living room with his head in his hands.

Ying'er followed closely behind and chased and fought, and the two chased and fled all over the living room.

After playing for a while, Ying'er finally got tired, so she stopped and sat on the sofa.

"It's only been a few months, and you've obviously got a lot more flesh on your body, what do you eat every day? so perverted!" she rubbed her little fist, not hurting Garon, but her own fist was very red.

"I said that I am practicing martial arts, and I have officially apprenticed, and I am definitely not half a fool of you. Garon deliberately made a smug face.

"You're so angry!" Ying'er felt her fists start to itch again. She took a few deep breaths to suppress the urge to hit someone. "By the way, you've been out all day all this time, what are you doing? It's a holiday, are you looking for a job outside?"

Garon sat down. "It's nothing, don't I always have to run at night? I also have to practice my basic skills in the martial arts gym, and it's normal to come back late. ”

"It's not good to come back too late. Ying'er pouted, "And at school, they say, you and Effie"

"I was completely wronged in this matter" Garon was extremely helpless and began to explain to his sister what was going on.

The two sat on the sofa and chatted casually, chatting for more than two hours unconsciously, and it was past 12 o'clock to the early hours of the morning.

Ying'er was still sitting on the sofa, without the slightest intention of going back to her room, she was actually very sleepy, and when Garon didn't pay attention, she opened her mouth slightly and yawned quietly.

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