"Old Li Tou, come here. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Lao Li was patrolling the cell with a knife on his shoulder, but suddenly heard Wang Quan calling him, he looked up, and saw Wang Quan hurrying to him, his eyes flickering.

He subconsciously clenched the knife in his hand, met it and asked, "Old Wang, what's wrong?"

Wang Quan directly grabbed Lao Li's arm and walked outside, saying as he walked: "On such a cold day, a few brothers are going to drink." ”

Lao Li frowned and broke away from Wang Quan's hand, shook his head and said, "I still have to make an inspection, wait for tomorrow, tomorrow I will invite you to drink." ”

When Wang Quan heard this, he asked, "Are you really not going?"

"I really don't want to. Lao Li waved his hand, turned around and planned to continue his inspection.

Wang Quan sighed and said, "I originally wanted to tell you about the matchmaking for your daughter? ”

After that, Wang Quan made a gesture to leave.

Lao Li paused, hurriedly turned around and grabbed Wang Quan's arm, and asked anxiously, "Is there a letter?"

Wang Quan looked a little unhappy: "The old brother invited you to drink and didn't go, and when he heard this, he changed his face, Lao Litou, you are a person." ”

Lao Li said with a smile: "You don't know, my daughter is almost eighteen, and the family is anxious about her marriage." ”

Wang Quan eased his expression and asked, "Then are you still drinking this wine?"

"Drink, I'm please, go. Lao Li said and walked out on Wang Quan's shoulder.

Wang Quan glanced at the knife in Lao Li's hand, frowned, and said, "You have to pick this guy off, how can anyone drink with a knife?"

Lao Li slapped his forehead sharply and said with a smile: "Alas, I'm confused." ”

As he spoke, Lao Li took off his saber, slapped it on the table beside him, and pulled Wang Quan out.

"You don't know, how much I worry about your daughter, this daytime, Mrs. Zhang told me that there is a family surnamed Li on West Street, and there is a good young man in that family, the eight characters are compatible with your daughter, and she looks good, and she is a ······ who can work."

Wang Quan talked to Lao Li about being a matchmaker while walking, and he didn't forget to look up at the surrounding movements, but Lao Li just listened to what Wang Quan said happily, and didn't notice Wang Quan's abnormality today.

As if he suddenly remembered something, Lao Li interrupted Wang Quan and asked, "The rest are secondary, how is this young man's character?"

"Ahh ”

Lao Li stopped, nodded clearly, raised his eyebrows and looked at Wang Quan and asked, "Lao Wang, this time you are so kind, I'm afraid the price you offer is not low." ”

Wang Quan hurriedly shook his head, patted his chest vigorously, and said, "Don't you know me? Am I that kind of person? Isn't your daughter my daughter, isn't it natural to find a good family for your daughter?"

"Is that really the case?" asked Lao Li.

"That's true. ”

Before Wang Quan could speak, a cold male voice came from the dark, as soon as Wang Quan heard the voice, he immediately ran backwards as if he had lost his soul, but was blocked by the black-clothed man who suddenly jumped out from both sides of the dark alley, he had to turn around and run desperately in the other direction, but was stopped by the black-clothed man who suddenly appeared on the other side.

He hurriedly shouted, "I have already brought people, you should let me go." ”

Lao Li saw the man in black coming out of the shadows, and heard Wang Quan's words, so he cursed fiercely in his heart, and subconsciously quickly touched his knife, but only touched his coarse cloth clothes, and then remembered that he had put the knife in the prison before leaving.

In fact, even if he brought a knife, it would have no effect, and the broken copper and iron would theoretically only give him courage.

Lao Li looked at the black-clothed people and said coldly, "Who are you?"

"You don't need to know that. Chu Xiu slowly walked out of the darkness with his sword in his hand, and the night shrouded his body, making him exude a cold and treacherous aura.

Lao Li didn't go to see Wang Quan, but asked Chu Xiu directly: "You are looking for me, what is the matter?"

"Night brocade, where is it buried?" Chu Xiu said word by word.

When Lao Li heard this question, he sneered, and the smile was mocking: "Sure enough, the retribution is not happy." ”

"Where are you burying him?" Chu Xiu asked again, this sentence was colder and heavier than the tone just now.

Wang Quan persuaded in a trembling voice beside him: "Lao Li, speak quickly, otherwise we won't be able to live." ”

Lao Li closed his eyes, took a deep breath, looked up at Chu Xiu and said, "I'll take you to that place." ”

The hills on the outskirts of the country have a cold and terrible feeling, especially the dark forest, like a wild beast waiting for its prey with its bloody mouth wide open.

Lao Li and Wang Quan were tied by two men in black with ropes and walked in front, while Chu Xiu and the rest of the men in black followed.

Lao Li and Wang Quan seemed to be walking fast, and it didn't take long for them to be out of breath and sweating profusely, while Chu Xiu and the others seemed to be walking very slowly, but they kept following the two of them closely.

There were only the footsteps and wheezing of Wang Quan and Lao Li in the forest, but Chu Xiu and the others were like ghosts, walking quietly.

Lao Li didn't know who they were, but he knew that they must be unusual people, people who were not under the same sky as him.

He was an ordinary man, his life was dull and boring, he had fun learning crafts when he was young, and when he grew up, he ran errands, married and had children, and then raised his children to adulthood, and then watched them marry and start families.

It's not just his life, it's the life of many, many ordinary people like him.

But today's group of people, including the murdered Ye Jinyi, are completely different people from them, they have a free and exciting life, their lives are not static, they are adrift on the rivers and lakes, entangled in love and hate, and they are destined to have a legendary life.

But what Lao Li doesn't know is that these people who are fluctuating on the rivers and lakes and whose lives are full of love and hatred may want the most ordinary or even blandly life that he despises the most.

But there was one thing he knew very well.

That is, he must be buried here today.

He didn't have much nostalgia, because he thought that these dull lives were too boring, and it was better to die early, and eighteen years later he might be such a different person.

Besides, he buried the young owner of the Boundless Mountain Villa, and he must have died at the hands of this group of masters of unknown origin, and he already felt satisfied.

The most important thing is that Wang Quan will definitely die at their hands.

It is not his interest to want a man to die, and he does not want to be different to that point, unless the person who is going to die is someone he despises.

But when he thought about it, he felt that if a despicable and shameless person like Wang Quan died under these master's swords, wouldn't it be defiled with the sword in their hands.

The sword, what a sacred weapon.

Lao Li had never used a sword, he only had an extremely cheap big knife, which was issued to them by the officials.

At this point, the broadsword had not been stained with any blood, and its only purpose was to show it to scare the prisoners when they were disobedient.

No, maybe it's not just this, if he remembers it well, he also used this big knife to cut a watermelon that his aunt next door gave to his family.

It's a pity that the knife is not as good as an ordinary kitchen knife to cut watermelon.

Just because he didn't know that different knives had different uses, and to cut watermelon, he had to use a knife to cut watermelon, not a murderous knife.

However, the knife that cuts watermelon is not necessarily incapable of killing.

But he didn't understand this truth very well, he only felt that the weapon was better, and as for how good it was, he didn't know how good.

But one thing he was sure of was that the sword in Chu Xiu's hand was definitely an excellent weapon.

Not only because of the exquisite carvings and inlaid gems on it, but also because of the cold atmosphere emanating from it, and just by a glance, people suddenly have a solemn sense of awe.

Yes, the sword looked quaint and dignified, and those precious stones did not make it look vulgar, but rather made it more noble and delicate.

Such a sacred weapon must not be tainted by such filthy and greasy blood.