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Dazhi said: "I haven't seen anyone for a day." ”

Xiao Che smiled bitterly: "She tricked us into the study, and now she has slipped out." ”

Xiao Hong is such a character, uninhibited, free and easy, she will do whatever she wants, what she doesn't want to do, and she won't move a finger when others raise a knife.

Such people often live very happily.

Some people may say that her world is very simple, but it is not, not simple, but very complicated.

People who are free and easy are often bound by emotions.

Xiao Hong is naturally no exception.

But she never mentioned her emotions, she likes to play, keep playing, only in this way, will her heart feel better.

If everyone's life is a line, then the line between her and Xiao Che is like two parallel lines that are infinitely close.

There will never be an intersection.

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The constellation has not yet completely set.

Lao Hei and Xiao Che got up early, washed up briefly, and then went to the Black Pagoda in the center of the study to practice.

Xiao Che asked, "Is the injury better?"

Lao Hei touched his head and said with a smile: "With my physique, as long as I drink more, any injury will be fine." ”

As he spoke, Lao Hei raised his steps and walked calmly, and after a while, he hissed, and his flesh and blood seemed to be still drunk in the drunkenness and had not yet woken up, and the whole person was about to fall apart in pain.

Xiao Che and Dazhi laughed and said nothing.

Black Tower.

When they walked to the Black Tower, the last silver star finally fell into the gray sky, and the sky was vast.

Thin clouds are getting brighter.

Lao Hei looked at the two of them and said, "You go in and practice, don't worry about me, I'll just walk around here and move my limbs by the way." ”

"Be careful. ”

After that, Dazhi and Xiao Che said goodbye to Lao Hei, and then went into the Black Tower to start practicing.

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Lao Hei is right, even if his physique is seriously injured, as long as he drinks more, he will always get better soon.

After a night, his injuries were indeed almost healed, but the drunken drunkenness remained in the flesh and blood, and he still couldn't lift any strength, but the flesh was stabbed very painfully.

He walked slowly around the Black Tower, his steps struggling, each step seemed to take a huge amount of strength, and every muscle he touched seemed to tremble violently.

Walking around the Black Tower, he was covered in cold sweat, sweating through his heavy clothes, but every time he sweated, the alcohol on his body seeped out a point, and the strength of his body also recovered.

Walking is like resting for him, regaining his strength, he will not feel tired, on the contrary, he will become more and more energetic.

The tingling sensation of flesh and blood all over his body was discharged with sweat.

At this time, I suddenly heard a person: "Hehe...... Are you sweating out? You look like a strong person, are you so weak?"

The voice was so sharp that it was hard to hear, and the throat of the person who spoke seemed to be made of gold and iron, without the slightest sense of life.

And the owner of this voice is none other than Xi Ming.

Lao Hei's expression remained unchanged, and he still walked on his own, as if he hadn't heard this voice at all.

Xi Ming's eyes narrowed into a line, and his thick eyebrows slowly furrowed.

In the next moment, anger erupted: "You dare to ignore me, I think you are looking for death!"

Before the cheers fell, Xi Ming's figure had already flashed out.

The fist is tigery, the castration is rapid, and the pieces of boxing flowers are like rolling waves, one layer is stronger than the other.

With a "bang", the figure of the old black Kuiwei rolled a few times, bumped into an ancient cherry tree, and fell limp between the flying dust.

The ancient cherry blossoms fell down and landed on his face, the bright cherry blossoms made his face even pale, his body trembled, he hung his head and coughed violently, and blood mixed with residual wine splashed out.

In Xi Ming's hand, a sword appeared at some point, he glanced at Lao Hei indifferently, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out towards the void in front of him.

A little bit of sword flowers, cold and cold.

This sword is full of killing intent, and he wants to die of old black.

With a "boom", a sword shadow flashed, and it swept over the top of Lao Hei's head, and in an instant, the sound of Jin Ming resounded, and the sword in Xi Ming's hand had been cut into two parts.

Xi Ming retreated again and again, looking indifferent: "Shen Zheng?"

Shen Zheng ignored him, turned his wrist and put the sword behind him, and went to support Lao Hei with his left hand: "Are you okay?"

Lao Hei didn't answer, frowned and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you, you can leave quickly." ”

Shen Zheng shook his head, very decisive.

Xi Ming stared at Shen Zheng's back and sneered: "Yesterday you interceded for him, and now you saved his life, he owes you a lot, what do you think is better for him to pay you back?"

Shen Zheng got up slowly, stood up straight, stared at Xi Ming and said, "If it's a friend, you don't need to pay it back." ”

Xi Ming smiled: "Am I your friend?"

Shen Zheng shook his head and said categorically: "No!"

Xi Ming's face was even more cold: "You can enter the study, my help is indispensable, since you and I are not friends, then what do you pay me?"

In Xi Ming's voice, Shen Zheng had already slowly and methodically removed the clothes of his disciple in the study, revealing the clothes he had when he came.

- He had planned to leave the study today and return to his home to be a woodcutter in the woods as before.

He only now understands that although life in the mountains and wilderness is ordinary, at least it is not as sinister as Hongchen, and the dead branches and ancient trees in the forest are much better than people's hearts.

Shen Zheng folded the clothes of the study disciple under an ancient cherry tree, and then said solemnly: "From today on, I, Shen Zheng, am not a study disciple. ”

A cold light flashed in Xi Ming's eyes: "You want to leave?" He smiled indifferently, and said: "Hmph, if you want to go, you can go, what kind of place do you think this is?!"

As he spoke, Xi Ming's figure flashed, and he was already rushing forward.

Volleyed three times, swept out three swords.

The sword light was displayed one after another, and the cold sword intent was imminent.

Shen Zheng's hand holding the long sword couldn't help but exert a little harder, with his strength, it was not difficult to leave under Xi Ming's hands, but Lao Hei was still there, if he left, what would Lao Hei do?

"Xi Ming!

"You're really—unworthy!"

In the midst of the loud shouts, Shen Zheng swept out, the long sword in his hand swinging wildly, as if he wanted to cut off the disgusting filth around him.

The figure of the old black Kuiwei disappeared under the ancient cherry blossom like a ghost, and in an instant, he also rushed towards Xi Ming, and his heavy footsteps like mountains seemed to shake the earth slightly, and his fists were tiger and tiger, and he smashed towards Xi Ming.

Xi Ming sneered: "I don't know whether they are dead or alive!"

His squinting cold pupils glanced at the broken sword in his hand, although the sword was broken, it was enough to kill the two people in front of him.

With a wave of the broken sword, Xi Ming flashed out again.

Suddenly, the figure of the old black Kuiwei was in front of Shen Zheng, moving steadily and strongly, and directly hitting Xi Ming's sword blade with his flesh fist, his hand seemed to be cast of gold and iron, holding the broken sword blade, his wrist shook, and the sword body immediately annihilated into dust.

Xi Ming was shocked, and his steps retreated again and again: "You... You're hiding your strength?"

Lao Hei's big hand grabbed forward, directly grabbed Xi Ming's shirt and dragged him in front of him, and slapped him dozens of times with his other hand.

Soon, Xi Ming's face was swollen like a pig's head.

Lao Hei's thick palms finally stopped gradually, Xi Ming supported his bloated face with his palms, snot and tears mixed with blood flowed out, his eyes were as heavy as lead, as if he was about to faint, but he still endured the pain and stared at Shen Zheng and Lao Hei with wide eyes.

He didn't dare to speak, and hurried away with his footsteps as heavy as rocks.

Lao Hei suddenly shouted, "Stop." ”

Xi Ming looked back in shock, with a look of horror in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "You... What are you going to do?!"

Lao Hei ignored him, as if he was saying to himself: "Since some things have been done, they must be done thoroughly."

"I don't like to get into trouble, or even get beaten.

"But why are you pushing me?"

As he spoke, he took out a dagger from his bosom, and the blade of the dagger glistened in the sun.

Xi Ming was shocked and begged for mercy: "You can't kill me! My brother is Xi Fan, the holy son of the study!"

Lao Hei looked at the dagger in his hand and whispered to himself: "My name is Lao Hei, and I have no scruples to call it black." ”

In the next moment, the dagger stabbed out, and Xi Ming twitched for a while, and then he could never move.

Lao Hei put away his dagger and slowly stood up, his eyes fixed on the clouds.

He doesn't like to provoke others, even if others provoke him, he doesn't care at all, but when he does have a seizure, he will not have the slightest scruples, no matter what, he will do it thoroughly.

Holy Son Xi Fan?

If this trouble takes the initiative to find him, he doesn't mind letting his heart 'black' again.

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