This is a result that no one expected.

This result is now happening in front of Xiao Tear's eyes.

The air in the restaurant is dead, and there is no movement at all.

The eyes are the windows of the heart, and the surprise came to everyone, and the eyes of the people here widened, except for a pair of eyes, the rest of the eyes looked at the sword.

There was only one man here who did not look at it and was not surprised, with wine in his hand and his sword on the table.

The sword that was stabbed out was a fast sword, and the person holding the sword was the old man in gray next to him, the sword in his hand had been stabbed out, he was unusually calm, and he didn't even look at the young man.

The sword was drawn, and Xiao Tear saw the young man slowly falling, his face filled with fear and doubt.

"Xiao Daxia, his words are too much, disturbing your quiet," the gray-clothed old man slowly stood up and arched his hand.

"Your sword is so fast," Xiao Tears said coldly.

"The old man's sword only kills the mouthy," the old man in gray said slowly.

"It's a pity for the talker," Xiao sighed with tears, and added, "He's still very young, you shouldn't treat him like this." ”

"He's too young to say things he shouldn't say," said the old man in gray.

"But he didn't say the wrong thing, he was telling the truth," Xiao said with tears.

"Now you can't tell the truth, and those who speak must know it," said the old man in gray.

"But he's just a kid. Xiao's tearful gaze became very cold.

"This kid is a silly kid," the old man's eyes didn't look at the boy, his mouth moving.

"Actually, this kid is very smart," Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

"A wise man likes to be self-righteous, and he should learn to be silent, which he just didn't learn," said the old man in gray.

Xiao Tears can't refute this reason, silence is golden, this truth is very firm, but unfortunately there are not many young people who know this truth now.

Xiao Tear was a little regretful, and what he asked was a bit much.

But if you don't ask, you don't answer, and if you want to know everything, you have to ask this person.

Now the man is dead, and he has taken away the secret he wants to know.

Xiao Tears sighed: "You are indeed a smart person, knowing that he will tell me what he knows, so you chose to kill people." ”

"Xiao Daxia is really a smart person," the gray-clothed old man said lightly.

"It's a pity that you forgot a truth, killing people is very simple, and the hardest thing is to make him not know something he shouldn't know," Xiao said with tears and blood.

The old man in gray looked like he wanted to explain something, but he didn't say anything.

"You chose patience, but he's a kid, and his actions have taught me that his relationship with you is extraordinary," Xiao said with tears.

"What do we have to do with each other?" said the old man in gray.

"A young child, if he can appear on such an occasion again, his identity must be unusual, this is the first," Xiao said with tears.

"Second?" said the old man in gray.

"He has such courage, he must have a very majestic father, such a young man likes to be angry, but he has never seen such a big scene," Xiao said with tears.

This truth has been continuing, as long as there is a domineering father, there must be an arrogant son, and sons like to have a father with a prominent status.

The old man in gray sighed, he couldn't change this fact.

His hand with the sword, his indifferent face twitched.

"He just shouldn't have come," said the old man in gray.

"Since you're already here, why do you want to do this, it's not the best ending for him or you," Xiao said with tears.

"Since people have chosen the rivers and lakes, why should they care about the road of the rivers and lakes," said the old man in gray.

"It should be a sword that kills people in the rivers and lakes, you have a sword in your hand, and you chose the sword," Xiao said with tears.

"Xiao Daxia is very right, the one who kills should be a sword, not a mouth, but now it's just a mouth, and it's been done," said the old man in gray.

"My mouth can't kill people, it can only kill people, it's the sword in your hand," Xiao's tearful pupils were shrinking, and he stared at the sword in the old man's hand.

"I have a sword, but it's not as powerful as Xiao Daxia's sword," said the gray-clothed old man.

"My sword?" Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

"You don't have a sword in your hand, but you have a sword in your heart," said the gray-clothed old man.

The tongue is like a sharp sword.

The sword in his heart is like a demon, the sword in his heart is an invisible sword, Xiao Tears and Blood remembered a person, he is Li Qing, this person's sword is in his hand, but his sword is unwilling to be unsheathed.

An unsheathed sword can kill a person, and a sword in the heart can kill a person.

"I have a sword in my heart, but you can't see this sword that kills," Xiao said with tears.

"Yes, there are many kinds of swords, and I can't see the sword in your heart, but I know that you still have a sword in your heart, and this is my sword. The old man in gray said.

"Why should I worry about your sword?" Xiao said with tears.

"Because now this sword has killed a man, and it carries hatred," said the old man in gray.

This is an iron fact, man is now on the earth, the relationship between this man and the old man is already clear at a glance, they are father and son, and his sword is carried with hatred.

Hatred can change everything, and it can also make a person crazy.

"Your sword killed him, you should hate yourself," Xiao said with tears.

"My sword is to kill him, but my sword is just a piece of iron, it has no feeling, you are human, you have a heart, your heart sword is the most terrifying, I should hate you," said the old man in gray.

"You should take him now, he's not wrong," Xiao said with tears. He didn't want to write down this hatred, he looked at the young man in blue who was already dead.

This teenager may have a beautiful dream, but at this moment this dream has been shattered.

"Now you should care about yourself, it's your fault," said the gray-clothed old man, he put away his sword, and his eyes turned to Xiao Tear.

Xiao's tearful hand pressed on the table, the shadow next to the table still didn't move, he lay on the table, the shadow was already drunk, and the sad shadow forgot this place.

"Scholar on the ink," Xiao Tear suddenly said in the loudest voice.

The moment the voice fell, a middle-aged man ran out quickly, with a rag on his shoulder, which was clean, like his short shirt.

It's a small restaurant, so there's no need for buddies here. The man is both the shopkeeper and the man, so his dress is the dress of a man.

"Xiao Daxia, do you want pen and ink?" the man asked, his feet leaving without waiting for an answer, and the man knew that he had said a word of nonsense.

The ink has been ground and the paper has been spread.

People looked at the old man in gray, and everyone here was waiting for the sound of Xiao tears and blood.

"Write your will and tell your family that you killed your own son," Xiao's tearful voice was very worrying.

The slow voice is also very steady, and there is hardly any emotion, this is Xiao tears, only this person can speak in the face of such a ruthless person.

"My son?" the old man in gray still didn't move his eyes, he didn't seem interested in the young man in blue in front of him.

The gray-clothed old man's eyes had turned dead gray, and there was only indifference in his gaze, and he couldn't see the breath of a living person.

The man seemed to have just come out of the coffin, and his expression was that of a dead man.

Xiao looked at this old man with tears and blood, he had never seen such a vicious person, this person's actions could make a normal person sick.

"Isn't he your son?" Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

"What if so?" said the gray-clothed old man.

"You actually killed your own son," Xiao Tearblood didn't want to believe this fact, but at this moment it was an unreasonable fact.

"It's only a matter of time before people die sooner or later," said the old man in gray.

"So you just want to kill me now?" Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

"Yes!" said the old man in gray.

"You think you can kill me?" Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

"There are many people in the world, some people are easy to kill, and some people are really not easy," said the old man in gray.

"Which one am I?" Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

"You're the least likely person to kill, I know," said the old man in gray.

"You know, you still do it?" Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

"I couldn't," said the old man in gray

"Can you do it now?" Xiao said with tears in his eyes

"Because I carry hatred now," the old man in gray swallowed.

Hatred has now sprung up, Xiao looked at this person with tears and blood, this is a perverted person, his purpose is very direct, he is trying to hide a secret.

The secret could have been known, but he changed everything with the most brutal means.

Xiao Tears and Blood didn't need this result, but now that everything has begun, as long as there is a beginning, there must be a result, and this result is now in the eyes of the old man.

After speaking, the man left the table and came to Xiao Tears.

The man picked up the pen and was writing.

The pen shook in the hands of the people, but not a word was written.

There's no way to tell this story, it's a story that everyone can suffocate.

Xiao Tear's hand was clenched very tightly, and as long as his hand moved, the table would shatter, but now he saw the shadow, and the shadow was lying on the table.

The shadow didn't drink and didn't move.

His sword was on the table.

The old man in gray saw all this, he showed a wicked smile, he knew that the current ghost king already had a weakness, and he cared about his people.

But his ears heard a word, which was very close to his ears.

"You want to kill me now?" this was Xiao's tearful voice.

"There are many people who want to kill you now, and I am just one of them," said the old man in gray.

"You can do it at any time, why wait?" Xiao said with tears.

"If you want to kill, you have to learn to wait, and I'm waiting for the best opportunity," said the old man in gray.

"Do you think the opportunity has come now?" Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

"Yes," said the old man in gray.

Xiao Tear suddenly let out a long sigh and said, "You are always a person who chooses the wrong one, you are not smart enough." ”

"Am I not smart enough?" the old man in gray couldn't help but ask.

"Since the kid knows about this big gang leader, I definitely know it," Xiao said with tears.

"He didn't say, how do you know?" The old man in gray asked in surprise.

"Because he is a man of a lot of words, but now this person has made a big mistake," Xiao said with tears.

"A big mistake?" said the old man in gray

"This man is not worthy of being a friend?" The person who spoke this time was not the old man in gray, nor was Xiao Tear blood