A sword destroyed one of his eyes, and a sword destroyed one of his legs.

Then he was left in the dart game by the old dart head, and at that time, he said in front of everyone, "If I Qiao Fengchun has a bite to eat, there is Meng Ao to eat." When I, Qiao Fengchun, is gone, Meng Ao will be the uncle of a few of you. ”

But how could he really take Joe. If you don't dart, you will stay in Qiao's house to take care of some things, watch the juniors grow up little by little, and come up with ideas. When Da Lang can take charge on his own, he will talk less. After all, he is a wasted person, and more than 20 years have passed since then. Da Lang still treats him as an uncle, and he doesn't dare to accept it. The servants and maids in the courtyard were all children, and they only knew that he was an old man in the family, but they did not respect him very much for being such a blind and lame man.

Until now. On this trip, almost all the men in the family died. Some orphans and widows were left behind, counting on the two women to give some money to make a living, and on the other hand, they were resenting Da Lang.

He's lived so long, he knows what those people say behind their backs-

"Why did he come back? He brought so many people to die, why didn't he die?!"

People are warm and cold, and the world is hot and cold. The two dart bureaus that had been friends sent someone to take a look, and when they saw that Da Lang saw it, he didn't do it, leaving ten ingots of silver, and never came again.

He could only use his own money to invite Lang Zhong to Da Lang. Hang a sigh of relief and wait for Qing'an to come.

There is another distant branch of the Qiao family in Qing'an, and there are always some senior clan elders who are also prosperous. He quietly sent a messenger to call for someone from there. You can't let the family property fall into the hands of Qiao Jiaming's incestuous brute and two prostitutes.

The old man thought about it for a while, then walked to the side of the bed and reached out to touch Qiao Duanhong's forehead.

It's hotter. His cheeks were a terrible four-gray color, his eyelids fluttered, and his lips were chapped and chapped.

You have to use the medicine once. The old man thought for a moment, limped open the door and walked towards the west courtyard. As you get closer, the clearer your voice becomes.

I heard the beast say triumphantly, "...... Nafu Yin saw the piece of jade...... Say it all...... have been ...... It's better to send it to Fu Yin...... Hahaha...... Just kidding, I can keep it as a small ......."

And the laughter of the little prostitute: "The old lame man...... Guarding the ?...... See how long you can keep it...... Wait for a ...... death"

The old man felt a little tightness in his chest. He raised his hand to gag his mouth and coughed hoarsely, feeling a little warm and moist in the tiger's mouth. I wiped it off vigorously without looking at it.

Know it's blood. The three beasts were so angry that they vomited blood...... If it's really old, it's old, and it's useless.

The three people inside had drunk too much wine, and their ears and eyes were not very useful. So he coughed, but didn't hear, and went to the door, but didn't hear. Pushing open the door of the small courtyard, I still didn't hear it.

There was a lamp in the pavilion in the courtyard, and the three people drank in the pavilion. That Qiao Liu was disheveled at the moment, and he was crooked in Qiao Jiaming's arms, unsightly. The old man's eyes darkened, and he reached out to hold on to the door frame.

Qiao Liu's was newly recruited the year before last. The Qiao Wang family has not come out for ten years, and the Qiao family must always have a queen. Meng Ao only found out that this woman was a little involved with the beast a month ago, and wanted to finish this dart and mention Qiao Duanhong. I didn't know that something like that happened.

At this moment, he has already done this nasty thing in front of Qiao Wang's family!

The Qiao Wang clan didn't look at them, drank the wine slowly, lowered his head and said to himself, "...... The old cripple can be restless. Send a letter to Qing'an. Not to mention whether you can send it or not. Delivered to ...... Qing'an's side is not as unproductive as that dead ghost. The two branches from the same martial arts family are ...... over there I heard that he is still the richest man in Qing'an. Besides, the old lame man is old. Who to send? Tell Wang Qi to send. Who is Wang Qi? The old lame man didn't know that it was a distant relative of my maternal cousin. ”

After saying this, he smiled. On the side of his face, he saw Meng Ao at the door.

But after only a little surprise, he squinted his eyes and picked up the wine glass, and asked lightly, "Yo." Old Meng. Why did you get here?

The letter was not delivered. Meng Ao felt that his chest was even tighter, and he was dizzy for a while. He lowered his eyes from their ugliness, held on to the door, and forced himself to turn and walk back. But after taking a step, the wine and flesh in the pavilion and the fat powder gas struck, and he felt that the fire in his heart could no longer be suppressed, so he coughed with all his strength and spurted a mouthful of blood.

Then he couldn't pull the door anymore and fell down with a shaky twist.

When I woke up again, I found that I was already in Dalang's house. Ground.

It seems that they are looking for someone to carry themselves in, and they don't care anymore. There were nine domestic servants, but four were dismissed these days, and only five remained. A cook, two maids, and two servants. The two maids looked at Qiao Jiaxin, and the two little maids looked at this side, but they were actually waiting for Da Lang to die.

How long should I have not fainted? It was still dark. He looked out the door, and the two little men were still guarding, and the door was open a crack. The old man slowly got up from the ground with a limp, and walked to Da Lang's bed after a while. He looked even worse, like he was dead.

The old man quickly reached out to probe his forehead and found that the fever had subsided. Da Lang no longer burned, and his forehead was cold and cold. It reminded him of his dead son. At that time the body was fished up from the river, the same temperature.

He stared straight at Da Lang's face for a while, and then reached out to pull the quilt on.

The letter was not delivered.

There is also Fu Yin...... Well. Nor can it be used.

Meng Ao felt that his body was not stuffy or hot all of a sudden. Suddenly he became very comfortable, and his mind was as calm as water. He thought for a moment, then turned and walked to the door.

The two little guys quickly stood up and rubbed their eyes, and stretched out their hands to stop him: "Yo, Master Meng, you are not in good health." Grandma told you to stay in the house for a while, and don't go out tonight?"

The old man looked at them in silence for a moment. The two boys were surprised to find that his only eye was less cloudy. It becomes scorching and shiny. They were unsettled by the light...... This light should not belong to this old man.

In the three or four years since they came to Qiao's house, the old man had never spoken out loud. Hunched over and lame, he smiled kindly at everyone. This uneasiness caused a subtle, ashamed anger in their hearts.

He pushed the old man hard and raised his voice: "Go in, you." Talk to you well, don't be ignorant. Now it's not the dead man's Qiao family inside. ”

The old man pulled on the door frame and did not fall. Hoarsely said, "The darthead is gone." ”

The two little guys looked at each other and sneered: "What are you worried about this? ”

Meng Ao nodded, turned around and entered the house.

"Old fellow. Alas. I can't think about it. The little guy in the green hat turned around and shook his head, "I'm not happy to hurt him." Let me tell you, I've learned boxing and kicking for a few days......"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the door creak again.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time, their faces extremely impatient: "I said you-"

Before the words fell, there was a whistle in the air. A large ring knife with a thick back of gold wire is cutting the face door of a small guy. There was a "bang" sound, and it was deeply embedded half a palm. The pressure caused both of his eyeballs to squirt out with a pop and hang on the side of his face.

Then blood spurted out.

The blue-hatted boy stared at the knife, his body unable to move because of the sudden shock and fear.

This knife is Qiao Duanhong's knife. Hanging on the wall of his room.

He rolled his eyes again with difficulty, and saw the man with the knife.

Be...... The old cripple. But his face was as cold as a piece of iron, and there was a light in his eyes that he had never seen before.

"Ah...... You ......" he made a few sounds, subconsciously reaching for the knife.

However, the cold light flashed, and there was a pop. His head gurgled and rolled down the steps.

The old man put away his knife and lay on the ground, gasping for a moment of exhaustion. Then he reached out and wiped the blood from the blade of the knife, slowly wiped it on his face, and smiled. His teeth and one-eyed gleamed in the darkness.

"You kids. ”

"Old man, I, when I was your age, I was called ......"

"Murderer, Meng Ao's. ”