"He's still alive, but that man, indeed, is dead. The young man drinking at the table didn't look at Li Changwen, but he understood what he was thinking, "I drank three pots, you are sixty years old, but I have to greet the guests first." ”

The young man pushed open the chai door, stood in the wind with his hands in his sleeves, lined with white clothes, and his long black hair flew in the night sky like an ink dragon.

There was a faint sound of dogs barking in the distance, a large group of dogs.

The firelight approached with the barking of the dogs, and a group of black-backed and white-bellied long-haired dogs dragged a climbing plow, on which stood a lonely black shadow. The dog pulling the plow is the fastest in the snowfield of northern Shanxi in winter, and the horses can't compare. It is said that there is only a brightly lit house in the snow such a heated wine shop, and there is no reason to stop and rest in such a late night, but the people on the plow do not stop at all, and the long-haired dog runs with all his might, and the plow sweeps past the door.

Li Changwen remembered the principle of "kill everything you see" that the old man said, and thought that the moment the plow passed by, the young man would draw some blade from the back of the horse not far away, shout and rush over, waving his hand and cutting it down. But the boy didn't blink his eyes, and let him go so easily.

It wasn't until the plow was about to disappear from sight that the boy slapped his palm, and the applause was silent and powerful.

The dogs barked wildly. Those well-trained long-haired dogs will not lose control even if they meet horses and bears, but at this time they obviously want to scatter and escape, but the straps tied to their bodies restrain them, and the climbing plow stops on the snow, and the long-haired dogs can't escape, turning their heads and biting the leash on their bodies, and there is chaos.

The man on the plow didn't try to yell at the dogs to silence them. After a moment of silence, he pulled out a long, curved blade from the leather bag behind his back. The flash of the knife flickered in the darkness, severing all the belts. The dogs scattered.

The man stepped down from the plow and looked in the direction the dogs had fled, "I'll let you go." ”

He put the long knife back into his leather bag, turned around and walked to the wine store, standing not far in front of the young man, "What is your status in the Qingtian Sect? Do you have to keep me like this?"

"It's just a student, not a big deal, but my teacher is the Pope himself," the young man looked at the hilt and hilt of his sword that was exposed in the leather bag behind the man's back, "Mr. Muqiong?"

"It's me. ”

"Mr. Gong Yi is worthy of being a member of the Mo family, we think we have a superb horse, and we can be one step ahead, but in this kind of place, the dog is better than any horse. However, Mr. Gong should also understand that these dogs will not be able to bring him to his destination, and now they are afraid of me, and it will not be long before they will fear the Lord of Revelation. That fear will only be greater. ”

"I can walk through it on my own. ”

"Take a break and have a drink, I have something I want to say to Mr. Gongyi. ”

"At this time, here, I don't have much time left. The man raised his eyebrows and sneered, "You want to hold me back?"

"Although I am conceited, I don't want to keep the sword pillar of the Mo Sect just by drinking a glass of wine. The boy smiled faintly, "But what I said, I think Mr. Gongyi will be interested." ”

"You're different from the other Blue Sky Cultists," the man said, "Okay, I'll give you a chance to speak." ”

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