This time, Lin Fan was probably really asleep.

He smiled, like Lin Fan, his smile was very lively, and there was only bitterness left in his heart.

Lin Fan closed his eyes, slept on a cart of haystacks, and was transported.

The oozing blood had dried up, and in the dazzling sunlight, it was no longer dazzling. No matter what kind of person you are, after death, there may be only silence left.

He was also silent.

He has something in his heart, and he doesn't say it. From then on, the words of the heart could no longer be spoken, and no one spoke.

There was a slight palpitation.

Of course, he had been injured in so many years of murder, and of course he had experienced pain, and those injuries were dozens and hundreds of times greater, but there was no time when he was so uncomfortable as now.

The light in his eyes dimmed, and he just stared blankly.

Later, he knew.

Soon, Lin Fan will be transported away, soon, Lin Fan will sleep in a coffin, and soon, there will be no goodbye and he will become eternal.

Loneliness, loneliness before the end.

The next time he tastes loneliness, his heart stops beating.

He didn't say anything, looked at Lin Fan blankly, and silently watched Lin Fan go.

The person who sent Lin Fan's body didn't leave, and even stood still, but was staring at him.

This young man's name is Jian Ming, if you remember seeing it.

Jian Ming's eyebrows were full of cold fronts, and there was clearly a hatred hidden in them.

Although there is hatred, but the murderous intent is not enough.

There are too many people who have enemies with him, but when he meets him, he is the first person in front of him.

He couldn't help it, he was a little curious, and he walked into the tea house with the sword in front of him.

There was hatred in the sword's eyes, but his voice was as cold as ice.

"Moyutang, Sword Shadow. ”

His eyes flickered slightly.

"The next day, you must know the news of He Jiefeng's death. ”

"I am the one who kills He Jiefeng, and in a few hours, there is no one who can find me. ”

"You must have been among them on the night of the move. ”

"It turns out that the people of your Moyutang are the ones behind the scenes. ”

"There is infighting in the organization, factional fighting, I killed He Jiefeng for you, and you still have your aggressiveness, which shows that you are in a gang with He Jiefeng. You hate me, but you must die. ”

The sword stood up suddenly, and the hand holding the sword was horizontal, but it could no longer move. Of course, it is angry, but it is also entangled in horror. Jian Ming really didn't expect it, as soon as Fang opened his mouth, the context of the whole thing had been figured out by him.

He must have figured it out.

The only trusted friend died, and for the rest of the day, he had to live on his own.

He also thought of a lot.

"He Jiefeng is a victim, so what about me? What am I?"

Soon he had an answer.

"Is there anything wrong with the alternatives?"

He saw Jian Ming's eyes involuntarily pull upward, and knew that he had guessed correctly.

"It's just that Lin Fan's death was wrong, very wrong. ”

He sat with his left hand across his waist, his right elbow resting on the back of his left hand, and his right fist slightly clenched, pressed against the corner of his lower lip with his nose, in silent thought.

Jian Ming only felt that he was being ignored.

Jian Ming was full of resentment, but he didn't dare to speak.

The tea house became silent, as if they were waiting for him to break it.

Jian Ming really couldn't figure it out, a person who looked so ordinary, but he seemed to have mastered the time in the entire space.

Jian Ming, who has always been proud, can only wait for his gaze to be cloudy layer by layer.

He said.

"It's not you who killed Lin Fan, I'll go with you. ”

The sword was surprised.

"You're coming with us, you don't know we're going to use you?"

He said.

"I know. This is nothing. If I don't have the power of Mo Yutang, how can I find the real murderer who killed Lin Fan?"

Sword Path.

"Do you know that once you enter the Ink Rain Hall, you can only get rid of it by dying?"

He said.

"I know. Fate dictates. Who is not a trapped beast?"

Jian Ming was silent, the hatred was still there, but he couldn't help but be silent, and then asked.

"What else do you know?"

He suddenly smiled and said.

"I know I want to drink, I know you want to drink too, let's go drink. ”

The last time he drank, it was after he bit someone's throat.