It's not early autumn, but his heart is drifting as before.

fled from Luoyang to Changsha, and settled comfortably for a few years, thinking that he could be calm forever.

But life is like falling leaves, even if it is "not willing to fly, still say sorry for the old forest", but unfortunately the fallen leaves are intentional, the autumn wind is ruthless, people in this sunny and rainy rivers and lakes, how can they be themselves.

Sleepless at night, a wipe of the corner of his eye, unexpectedly brought out a piece of wetness.

He smiled, fifteen or sixteen years old, how strong can a boy be?

After surviving a night that was infinitely close to death, now getting a moment of relaxation. This bleak autumn scenery evokes the weakness of the heart, reminds me of the unpredictability of the future and the infinite suffering of rushing, and finally it is a long song when crying and tears.

He sobbed violently a few times, and then told himself not to cry again. Now he is acting as Zhang Daqiu, and he is swaggering here.

If you are unfortunate enough to be seen by the minions of the Black Elk Gang, and see the majestic boss who is infinitely majestic on weekdays, he is secretly crying at this moment, which is very different from his usual appearance, he will inevitably hesitate.

He is strong in martial arts, but he doesn't have to be afraid of these miscellaneous fish and rookies being suspicious, but the purpose of pretending to be Zhang Daqiu is to connect with Wu Zhang, but he can't spoil this ultimate big event.

After wiping a few times, the sobbing stopped, and the tears were still like the rainy season in the annoying season, and the next one did not stop, and the sleeves were so wet that they could wring water, and there was no sign of resting.

He simply didn't care, just lifted his breath and walked forward.

After the meridians are reversed, the absolute pulse divine needle in the body is forced out, and the internal force is anterior, and there is no barrier.

At this moment, his internal force is prograde, retrograde and not conflicting, coexistence and common benefit, his skills are unprecedentedly strong, his body organs are further strengthened, he walks, his posture is vigorous, his steps are like flying, and the difficult mountain road for more than a mile has only walked less than half a cup of tea.

I vaguely remember that last night, the Yang poisonous woman said that she would settle Luo Xiangzhu in a small wooden house on the high chair slope one mile north of the bamboo house.

Calculate the distance, it should be almost there.

A crooked and twisted wind-eroded blurred stone tablet at the foot of the foot suddenly appeared on the side of the road, with three words written on it, "High Chair Slope".

The font is immature and confused, not like it was written by a famous artist.

I didn't have time to read more, but I saw a small wooden house in the morning light, isolated on the slope. From afar, I heard a miserable voice screaming, very desperate, very helpless.

Sleepless at night, my heart beat violently. Accompanied day and night, this voice was very familiar to him, it was the sad hissing of Miss Luo Xiangzhu.

What's wrong with her?!

Three steps and two steps, sleepless strides, rushed towards the cabin, it was also his wit, imitated Zhang Daqiu's voice in advance, and shouted: "Who dares to spread wild here"?

This roar also worked, and Luo Xiangzhu's poignant voice came to an abrupt end.

Without waiting, Sleepless Night had rushed to the door of the house, and two corpses were lying on the spot, they were Tan and An's two aunts, and it was clear from a cursory look that it should be the sword wound on the throat that caused the death of the two of them.

Sleepless Night's eyeballs shrank suddenly, and he stood up in front of Luo Xiangzhu, who was huddled in the corner of the room, looking at the perpetrator.

This look made the man look like a ghost, and the blade in his right hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Ye Wumian sneered and said, "Lai Cong, you are holding that little girl's loose sword to commit murder, do you want to frame her?" ”

He imitated Zhang Daqiu's voice and imitated the earth's polar resemblance. Lai Cong immediately lost his fighting spirit.

The perpetrator was none other than Lai Cong.

This scoundrel lost his left hand yesterday, two beauties, and one of them can't be lost.

After planning for so long, they all made wedding clothes for others. Last night in the Black Elk Peak, this scoundrel was infinitely resentful, and he picked up the wine jug, and drank it all the way to relieve his distress and the pain of breaking his hand.

I drank and ate for most of the night, until dawn, and I was groggy and confused. Originally, the purpose of drinking wine was to dispel sorrow, but in the end, this sorrow was like a fire, and if the wine was poured on it, how could it be extinguished, but it became more and more intense.

For a while, the wine is strong and intimidating, and the evil is born on the side of the gall, this scoundrel has a dragon scale iron sheath long sword on his waist, and the only remaining right hand lifts the pine sword that he snatched from the sleepless night, and puts it on the neck of a little minion who participated in escorting Luo Xiangzhu at night.

Fortunately, this scoundrel killed Tan and Aunt An, and before he could attack Luo Xiangzhu, he was stopped in time by the sleepless night who rushed over.

At this moment, seeing "Zhang Daqiu" standing in front of him, Lai Cong was so frightened that the Seven Souls lost three souls, and said hesitantly: "Big boss, aren't you still enjoying that little girl?" How did you get here. ”

Sleepless at night, he smiled, the disgust for Lai Cong in his eyes poured out, and said, "Leave your doubts and go to hell to ask Lord Yama!" ”

Lai Cong saw that "Zhang Daqiu's" face was full of murderous intentions, and secretly said in his heart that it was not good, and he drank wine all night, and finally woke up at this moment.

The name of the flying toad is indeed worthy of its name, this scoundrel without warning, almost did not see how to accumulate strength, after a simple bend of his legs, the whole person flew backwards to the outside of the house.

No matter how powerful the toad is, it can only jump forward, and it has never heard of which toad can jump backwards, although this Lai Cong is named the flying toad, it is obviously blue out of the blue, and better than the blue.

Sleepless Nights I expected this to happen.

Just because of this scoundrel, the kung fu of actual combat is sparse and ordinary, and he is a light skill, but it is beyond people's reach, and it is precisely because of this stunt that Lai Cong can be bold and reckless and do many evil things.

He reached into his arms with his right hand and grabbed the Pulse Breaker Needle. His eyes flashed sharply, as if he had locked on Lai Cong, and with a flick of his fingers, two finger-long steel needles shot out of the air.

Thinking that even if Lai Cong did a light job, the speed was extremely fast, but no matter how fast it was, it couldn't be as fast as the hidden weapon of the meridian reversal master, a muffled snort came, and the jumping "toad" was hit by a needle, his body was blocked, he fell from mid-air, broke a leg, and rolled on the ground wailing.

Sleepless at night bent down to pick up the pine sword, jumped lightly, jumped in front of the thief, saw the painful color on his face, without any pity, a move "how much do you know about the flowers", and made the general go lightly, as a pig-like scream continued, Lai Cong's crotch was quickly soaked with blood and dyed red.

Sleepless at night, a sword geldinged him.

Lai Cong endured the severe pain in his lower body, gritted his teeth and said: "The big boss, killing people is not enough, even if I am not good, I shouldn't have hit the idea on your forbidden head, you killed me with a sword, why humiliate me so much?" ”

Sleepless Haha laughed: "You have a lot of sense. Unfortunately, I'm not a big boss. ”

"Huh?" This unprovoked sentence made Lai Cong fall into confusion.

Immediately afterwards, Sleepless Night made another trick of "how many flowers fall", and repeated it.

The wind thanked the remnant flowers, and the scoundrel's good head was cut off, and it flew straight and parallel to it, and the blood vessels and arteries in the neck were like fountains, rushing up and pouring blood into the sky.

The corpse was separated, the body was in a different place, and the thinking of this scoundrel came to an abrupt end.

Lai Cong, die!