Mu Chuan woke up slowly, and what caught his eye was still the huge moon locust tree, the moon locust flower was still beautiful, falling gently, and for a moment Mu Chuan felt in a trance that it was just a dream, an absurd dream, but the faintly entangled smell of coke on the tip of his nose made him know that this was not a dream, it was a cruel reality. As soon as I thought of this, tears were about to fall again, and I closed my eyes in pain.

"Eat something when you wake up. Mr. Mo looked at the grief-stricken young man on the ground, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he was still a little worried in his heart. This Mu Chuan has been in a coma for a day, if it weren't for his steady breathing, Mr. Mo would have taken him to find a doctor for treatment. Looking at the destroyed fishing village in front of him, Mr. Mo's heart was also full of murderous intent, hateful!

The sky was dark, and a small pile of fire in front of him made a "boom" sound, and there was silence around him, but it was different from the past. Mu Chuan got up, looked at the charred ruins blankly for a while, and said to Mr. Mo: "Sir, I'm not hungry, I want to go and bury my fellow villagers first, and..." A tear fell silently, and the young man's hands trembled slightly, "And my parents." ”

In the Zhongyi Hall, the mess in the house has been cleaned up, there is a person sitting on the tiger skin chair with his eyes closed, and two neat rows of bandits below, but this group of murderers who lick blood from the knife on weekdays dare not make a sound at this moment. Without him, that person is the big boss of the stockade, Bocai.

After a long time, Bo Cai opened his eyes and looked around at the group of people under his hands, and the people who were locked in his eyes were all tightened, and goosebumps crawled densely up the back of his neck. In the past few days, they finally know what black and white impermanence is, and the black-shirted Bocai went crazy in Wangzhuang and the small fishing village, and all kinds of perverted methods emerged one after another, and several young thieves ran to the side to vomit, and even Wang Hu was frightened.

I, Wang Hu, have also seen strong winds and waves, and I have seen a lot of severed limbs and remnants when black ate black before, but compared to this Lord of Yama...... Thinking of the scene a few days ago, Wang Hu shuddered, thinking that in the future, he would put away his little bit of caution, lest he don't know how to drink Meng Po soup if he touches the moldy head one day, and secretly thought in his heart, on the surface, he has done more with a posture of looking at his nose and nose and looking at his heart.

"Wang Hu. The magnetic voice sounded in the empty hall, and the person whose name was called was clever, and hurriedly came out of the column and answered: "The little one is here." But he complained in his heart, and he responded with twelve points of spirit.

"Look at me," Bo Cai looked at the burly man in front of him and said softly, the latter could only look at the person in the seat, Bo Cai gently tapped on the armrest of the seat, but his thoughts drifted back to five years ago, it was a stormy night, they got the news that the big boss of Black Wind Village had just eaten a fat sheep, but they were also injured by a sheep before he died, and tonight they were ambushed on their way back to the base camp.

The ambush was very successful, the night and the cover of the rain made Bocai and them hit Heifeng Village by surprise, and most importantly, they had an internal response, that is, that Wang Hu. But the most strange thing for Bocai is that there are truckloads of gold and silver treasures in Heifeng Village, but an ordinary carriage is surrounded by water, and after several confrontations, the defense circle of Heifeng Village is almost on the verge of collapse, and the big boss has to face soft: "Bocai, today is your chess master, I Li Tiegan bowed to the wind, you can take those carts of money, and in a few days I will also present the century-old ginseng as an apology, tonight's matter, this is the end, how?" shouted on his mouth, but his hands were preparing to break through.

Bo Cai laughed loudly: "Li Dangjia is polite, our Zhongyi Hall and Heifeng Village are also close neighbors, if you say these hurtful words, your ginseng plant should be kept to replenish your body, and you and your brothers can go, but," Bo Cai paused, looked at the ordinary carriage and said, "The carriage stays." ”

In the end, Zhongyitang still wiped out all the people in Heifeng Village, so naturally they took care of the casualties, but when Bo Cai and his brother went to open the carriage together, they found that there was only an old man with a face like gold paper inside, but he was already more angry than he entered, and it seemed that he would not live long.

Since that night, Bocai and his brother's martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds, Wang Hu and the others thought that it was the result of the two Bocai brothers using that ginseng to help practice after destroying the Black Wind Village, but they didn't know that the two of them were already different from them.

"You've been following me for seven years, right?"

"If you go back to the big house, seven years and five months. Wang Hu didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly replied.

Bo Cai stood up, walked to Wang Hu, patted the latter's shoulder gently, and said softly, "Very good." This Wang Hu had already paid attention to Bocai's actions, and his heart was already beating like thunder when he walked to him before, and this beat scared his courage out of the nine heavenly clouds, and in an instant, cold sweat wet his back, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans.

This is also not afraid of Wang Hu, just a few months ago, when he went out to step on the spot, he Wang Hu swallowed it alone, lying that it was taken away by other people. This wave is good at everything, but he can't tolerate the people under his hands to deceive him, there used to be a brother, just because the matter was exposed, he was skinned in public and stuffed into straw to make a target! Just when Wang Hu was searching for words, Bo Cai's next sentence made his legs weak and knelt down directly.

"What I give you is yours. The magnetic voice sounded again, but Bo Cai was also startled by Wang Hu, who knelt down violently, thinking that after following me for so many years, he could be regarded as a dog who knew the master's mind, and nodded with satisfaction: "From tomorrow onwards, you will be the new master of Zhongyi Hall." With that, he strode out of the lobby.

Wang Hu, who was kneeling on the ground, just wanted to cry bitterly to express his regret, and suddenly was shocked by this sentence and his whole body stiffened.

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A huge new tomb stands next to the moon locust tree, dots of white scattered on it, telling endless sorrow, the tombstone reads "The Tomb of Baisha Village", the font is strong, and the force penetrates the wooden board, as if every stroke has exhausted its strength to depict. A teenager kneels in front of a tombstone with his head bowed.

Mr. Mo looked at Mu Chuan, who was kneeling, and sighed, the latter had been in this posture for a few hours, but he didn't know how to comfort him, he had experienced too much, gained a lot, and lost a lot. Before he could speak, he saw the kneeling Mu Chuan holding the ground with both hands, and his left knee was slightly raised, but he didn't know that he had been kneeling for too long, and because the blood was not smooth, he got up as if he was about to fall forward, Mr. Mo saw this, hurriedly took a step forward, and supported Mu Chuan, the young man raised his head and whispered to Mr. Mo: "Mr. Xie." The lips of the person under the eyes are chapped, and the dust mixed with sweat solidifies on the face, making Mu Chuan a little dirty, and his eyes are bloodshot and lifeless.

Before Mr. Mo could speak, Mu Chuan bowed to him: "The students have thanked Mr. on behalf of the villagers in Baisha Village." ”

Mr. Mo waved his robe at the moment, and a soft force supported Mu Chuan's body, glanced at the young man in front of him, nodded and said: "People can't be resurrected after death, please mourn, what are you going to do in the next few days?" The young man in front of him breathed a few times and said, "The student has a matter, please ask Mr. to solve his doubts." ”

The young man grew very fast, and now he was almost equal to him, and he would definitely surpass him in a few years. Mr. Mo looked at the young man in front of him, his gentle expression had disappeared, and his eyes were still as bright as ever, but the frost hidden under his eyes could not hide from him.

The moonlight was bright, Mr. Mo looked at the sky, fifteen, there are not many days left, just do more for him.