Water will not always be just a flat river, there will always be twists and turns, just as people will never be smooth sailing, everything will be as expected. What you see in front of you is just what you can see at this moment, but you don't know what you're going to see or what you're going to encounter next. When you see everything you once thought you were going to suddenly come to naught, do you regret some of the choices you made?

At night, the dark streets are becoming less and less crowded, and only a few hawkers who are still busy with their lives are still on the streets, as if they are unwilling to let go of any opportunity to earn money to support their families. There was a thin layer of clouds in the air, making the moonlight hazy, as if there was a hint of mystery.

On the edge of a wonton stall, there were three guests, who were bowing their heads and eating the wontons in the bowl, as if they were hungry after a day's journey.

The owner of the stall had already packed his bags and sat on the sidelines, as if waiting for the last group of guests to finish eating, beating his shoulders from time to time, and it seemed that his body was a little overwhelmed after a busy day.

At this moment, a man in a blue robe appeared on the corner of the street, wearing a hat on his head, walking in a hurry, and seemed to be walking in a hurry. The hat was so low that he couldn't see his face clearly, but a broken arm at his side made those who saw it wonder. It is difficult for a man with a broken arm to appear in this dark night wearing a hat, not to arouse the doubts of others.

Ignoring the strange stares of the people around him, the hat man walked straight through the street, bypassing the wonton stalls, and walking briskly towards the other end of the street, presumably a man in a hurry.

Not long after the hat man passed by the wonton stall, the three guests who were originally sitting at the table and eating the wonton quietly with their heads bowed suddenly put down their chopsticks, and almost at the same time. One of them pulled out two copper plates and threw them on the table, then walked with the other two in the direction where the hat-bearer had disappeared, again without anyone speaking.

The owner of the stall didn't feel anything, and finally sent off the last group of customers, and it was time to close the stall and go home, put away the copper plate on the table, and began to pack his luggage.

The three silent men walked briskly forward, constantly looking left and right, as if looking for something, and soon they had passed several intersections, but the three of them couldn't help but start walking more and more slowly, and finally they all couldn't help but stop, standing in place and wandering, one by one with a sad face.

"What about people?" said one of them, frowning, looking around, and whispering, with a hint of coldness in his voice.

"Why did he suddenly disappear when I saw him coming this way?" the other companion muttered to himself, sounding like they were looking for someone.

"Could it be that you found us?" said the man who walked at the back with a solemn look on his face at this time, and frowned.

Hearing his words, the other two were stunned for a moment, glanced at each other, their faces changed greatly, and they couldn't help but look at the shadows around them, with a look of vigilance. But there was not a sound in the dimly lit streets, as if the whole street was just the breath of the three of them.

"Are you looking for me?" At this time, suddenly a voice sounded and reached the ears of the three people who were wandering the street, so that the three of them couldn't help but be shocked, and they all looked in the direction from which the voice came.

A man wearing a hat and a blue long-distance runner slowly walked out of a dark alley, facing the three people standing on the street, exuding a cold murderous aura. This person is the man who hurried past the wonton stall just now.

The three people standing on the street glanced at each other, and couldn't help but lean closer to each other, looking at the blue-robed man with a hated blanket who suddenly appeared with full vigilance. One of them coughed twice, looked at the hat and said loudly, "That's right, our alliance leader wants to see you, come with us." ”

Hearing this person's words, the hat man suddenly couldn't help laughing, he seemed to laugh a little, slowly raised his head, looked coldly at the three people standing on the street, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that you really don't know the height of the sky, if you want me to go with you, you have to see if you have the ability!"

As the hat-man raised his head, his face was revealed, this was an old man with a white beard, with a trace of exhaustion on his face, but he still couldn't hide his sharp eyes.

The person who spoke just now didn't seem to hear the anger and disdain in the blue-robed old man's tone, and continued to say loudly: "As long as you come with us obediently, we will definitely not embarrass you." Otherwise, don't blame us for being polite, there are still our people around here, no matter how powerful you are, how many can you kill at once?"

"I don't know if I'm dead or alive!" the blue-robed old man snorted coldly, rushed towards the three of them like lightning, and swung an iron fist at the person who spoke just now, hitting the man's chest fiercely, as fast as lightning.

Seeing that the blue-robed old man made a move, the three people standing on the street did not hesitate, and rushed towards the oncoming blue-robed old man at the same time, as if they wanted to work together to capture each other.

But things seem to be too simple for them to think, and they are too reckless to have any self-knowledge. As three screams sounded one after another, the three people who were originally high-spirited had all fallen to the ground, struggling constantly, blood was already showing at the corners of their mouths, and they were already unable to do it, and their eyes had begun to drift. And the blue-robed old man only threw three punches, only three punches.

The blue-robed old man sneered disdainfully, turned around and walked to the other end of the street, without looking back again. Along the way, he no longer knew how many such people he had encountered, and he no longer knew how many such stalkers he had killed. He knew that this was not a place to stay for a long time, and he didn't want to stay for a moment, and he had vaguely heard a voice from not far away, which seemed to be looking for him.

A game that seemed to be between cat and mouse ended before it could even begin, as if it had never happened. Soon, the blue-robed hated man had disappeared into the darkness......

Once a person becomes the target of public criticism, then sooner or later he will be like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats, and there is no place for him. What's more, this person is still a person in the rivers and lakes who everyone wants to get rid of, so his situation is even more difficult.

Before dawn, on the street, there were two people, both dressed in black, the only difference was that one of them was wearing a mask, showing only a pair of bright eyes, and he couldn't see his face clearly, while the other person used the brim of his cloak to block half of his face, but he could still see a face as pale as snow. Their weapons were also different, with one of them carrying a long, pitch-black, narrow knife, while the other carried a knife with a rusty scabbard on his back.

These two people are none other than Wuxin and Leng. The knife was no longer clenched in his hand, but on his back, uncharacteristically, because his knife never left his hand, even when he was injured and unconscious. Although Leng was curious, he didn't ask anything, and he didn't say anything.

Wuxin looked at the ground under his feet, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about something. They had just arrived here today because they had received news from Murong Tang that the person they were looking for had appeared here.

At the feet of Wuxin, in the same place, there were people standing not long ago, but there were three people standing, and in the end they stayed here forever, killed by someone with one move. There seemed to be a faint smell of blood on the ground, but two days had passed since that battle of disparity in strength, and there was no trace to be found at all.

"He should have been here a long time ago, I didn't expect so many people to catch him and not catch him. Leng looked around and said slowly.

Wuxin looked at the other end of the street quietly, and said lightly: "Don't forget his identity, there are a few people in the rivers and lakes who can really stop him." ”

"Even if he can't stop him, it's enough to make him tired, and no matter how cruel the tiger is, there are times when he is tired, and I believe he can't hold on for too long. Leng continued, with a hint of confidence in his eyes.

Wuxin nodded slightly, stopped talking, and walked briskly towards the other end of the street, which was the direction in which the blue-robed man had left two days ago, and Leng followed immediately.

Is it a coincidence of a mistake, or is it a heart-to-heart between opponents?

Two days later, Wuxin and Leng came to a town, and they didn't rest much along the way, almost day and night, until they came to this town, and the two stopped and no longer planned to leave.

The two found a teahouse, ate a little, and then found another inn, planning to take a good rest and recuperate.

Unintentionally convinced, the person he was looking for was probably nearby, and he seemed to be able to smell the scent, a smell that only a natural opponent would smell. The reason why they keep moving forward day and night is to try to be ahead of the curve, waiting for the person they are looking for to take the initiative to appear.

A person who is already tired and has to keep dealing with the pursuit of others, no matter how fast he escapes, will not walk faster than two able-bodied and energetic people. They had already received the news that the person they were looking for was within a radius of dozens of miles, and more accurate information might be on the way.

But there is one thing that I don't mean to be puzzled about, and even a little worried. That is, he has not received any news from Furong Hall recently, and the people from Furong Hall are not showing up, and he has no intention of knowing what is happening, and he instinctively feels that something must have gone wrong, but as for what happened, he can't figure it out, and he has been thinking about it in his heart.

Soon, the news of Murong Tang had already come again before the night came, and the person they were looking for had already appeared, less than twenty miles outside of this town, and on the way through the two of them. Sure enough, the two of them were faster, and they had already rushed to the front of each other.

So, under the leadership of the person sent by Murong Qianhe to deliver the letter, Wuxin and Leng set off towards the place where the target was.

Finally, everything was about to end, and Wuxin's heart couldn't help but feel a little excited, he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. From the beginning of the relentless pursuit, to the end of the end of the excessive obsession, and finally became to go with the flow, these changes in mentality during this period also verified that he no longer only has the experience of revenge.

Now, he has a different mentality, although he has made up his mind to kill the person he has guessed for thousands of nights, but at this moment he is no longer simply for revenge, but to give more meaning.

For the sake of those who have died, as well as those who are about to die, and for the sake of the common people in the world, he has no determination to kill again, no matter how powerful the other party is, he has no reason to retreat. His heart has never been so firm as it is now, and it is no longer purely for himself.

A doomed slaughter is about to begin once again, and no matter how it ends, from the moment the curtain ends, everything in the past will end once again. Perhaps, there will be a fresh start.

At this time, there was an inexplicable trace of excitement in his heart, but it was no longer the excitement of the enemy, but after thinking of the end of this matter, he wanted to rush back to the place that gave him the feeling of home, and return to her......

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile, a simple, faint smile......