The road is dark.

People are also drunk.

It's been a long time since he's been so presumptuous, it's been a long time since he's been so drunk. I can't walk dozens of steps, and I even have to find a place to snuggle. He also rarely shed tears, and only by the night, by being slightly drunk, did a few drops fall.

He didn't let the tears dry up on his cheeks, forming two tortuous marks under the moon.

Perhaps, people who are silent have the deepest feelings, because they have tried to be abandoned by the hustle and bustle, so they struggle to hold on to that hope.

Now, his hand was loose.

He slumped limply on the bluestone floor, leaning against the wall, quietly watching as the bright moonlight was obscured by the drifting clouds.

The gloomy clouds, the waning moon, and the lonely appearance.

The wind was also cold, and his hot cheeks became cold, and his heart was also cold.

This is a tic-tac-toe street, called Fengmenji, during the day there are piles of stalls for picking and selling goods, and at night it is particularly deserted, and can only be illuminated by a lone lamp. Under such a faint light, in addition to him, there were three thin black shadows, occupying the east, west, and south entrances and exits respectively, observing, and quietly.

How long the three of them kept him quiet, he didn't know.

He almost regretted that he had drunk twenty-seven jars of spirits.

Now his consciousness is awake, but his limbs are still drunk.

Of course, he didn't think that the three of them were just trying to blow the wind in the middle of the night, and of course he had to try his best to escape.

He rarely had such an experience, usually he was the hunter who hid in the shadows, and he could spot these three people, but because he had more experience in sneak attacks and sneak killings.

Is it really more?

He suddenly disagreed.

He lowered his head, covering up all the struggles, and stood up without any support, his hand shallow on the mahogany box on his waist, with his back to the north, and paced step by step, actually placing himself in the middle of the Fengmen Collection.

Of course, this was his posturing, and in fact, he no longer had the strength to pull out the deadly murder weapon from the wooden box.

But he no longer sat down limply, but he was already straight, standing in the night wind, standing under the watch.

"Whoosh", there is a hidden weapon to break the air.

A dart with enough power to pierce three green trees.

He didn't move a single bit, except for a few strands of messy hair that were cut off in the cool breeze.

The sound of someone's footsteps, "rustling", approached, walking as they went.

"You're drunk. ”

He said.

"I'm drunk. ”

After all, this person is no longer a shadow, and his face is finally revealed. The face is like white jade, the sven is appropriate, and the eyes are like autumn water, with shallow waves. These should be a woman's eyes, but this is the appearance of a son.

It's humane.

"Drunk, should lie down. ”

He said.

"Let the dead lie down. ”

It's humane.

"Then why don't you lie down?"

He said lightly.

"Because even if I'm drunk, I can't die. ”

The man was cold, sneering, sneering.

"You want to try?"

But he said.

"You can only try. ”

The man frowned.

"Oh?"

He said.

"If you want to kill me, tonight is your only chance. ”

The man's gaze couldn't help but chase his fingertips, and the five fingers quietly brushed on the wooden box, persistent, and gentle, as if they could bloom at any time.

Then the indifferent face suddenly changed, and began to bring a humble smile again, and the voice was quiet.

"Are you scaring me?"

He said.

"You're intimidated by me?"

The man smiled, did not speak, but jumped backwards.

At this time, there was a laugh like a silver bell.

"Rustling" is the sound of footsteps again, lively and jubilant footsteps.

The people who come out will never let you down. The woman wore willow braids and danced small footwork, her graceful chest swayed slightly, and her slender waist swayed like mist. And the pair of creamy smooth and solid legs exposed to the cool breeze, unwrapped shoes and socks, barefoot, a pair of feet that anyone would like to be trampled to death.

The woman muttered.

"I just can't be scared. ”

As he spoke, he straightened his towering chest.

He was a man, the most normal of men, and he had drunk a lot of wine, and he could feel a certain part of his body stirring, but he could still hold on.

He said that he would vent his boredom by talking*.

"A man who scares a woman is never a good man. ”

The woman blinked her fluttering eyes and said.

"Don't women always like bad men!"

He said.

"A man who can keep a woman out of bed is barely a bad man. ”

The woman's face could be flushed, and she glanced at him and asked shyly.

"Are you a bad man?"

He shook his head.

"I don't know. ”

"All I know is that I can teach you how to get out of bed. ”

The woman couldn't help biting her lower lip and suddenly sighed.

"People really want to get into your bed, but unfortunately you don't have the life to climb into bed again. ”

He said lightly.

"But I at least have the life to know your name. ”

The woman pursed her mouth, but she still couldn't help but say.

"Ling Xiang, people call Ling Xiang, Ling Bo's Ling, the fragrance of flowers. ”

He forced his gaze at the woman and said quietly.

"Good Lingxiang. ”

The woman stomped her foot and snorted.

"Badass. ”

"Oops, people can't do it. ”

As a result, those who are in the West have to go out into the faint light of the lonely lamp. A big man with a bare head, it is clear that the anti-bones on the top of his head are the most eye-catching. At the end of the left eye is a scorpion tail with a stinger, and the scorpion is coiled around the neck.

Dahan's voice was slightly hoarse, and his speech was not coherent, as if one word was bursting outward.

"I, down, got, got. ”

Dahan raised his fist.

And he finally moved.

He took a step sideways.

The big man raised his right fist, and his body took a step back to the left.

There are really a lot of exquisiteness in this step! Just one step pulled away the distance between him and the big man's right fist, but made his wooden box closer to the big man.

The big man's pupils contracted tightly, and although his fists were raised, he didn't dare to move.

The fists that are truly difficult to match usually start with the surging of the arch of the foot in an instant, and the big man's legs can neither move nor charge with his fists.

Suddenly, the two of them were like two puppets, stiffening in the shallow evening breeze.

He looked so neat, but he really made the big man not know how to act.

The impasse was not broken until someone spoke.

The one who opened his mouth was behind him.

Lu Muqing said.

"If one strikes, you will surely die. ”

He whispered.

"Not bad. ”

As soon as someone stood behind him, it was obvious that he was really the last of the crossbows. His back was already soaked, and he didn't know how much energy he had overdrawn before he was able to stand up to his body.

Lu Muqing said.

"Although these people are my hands and want to take your life, it is true. ”

He said.

"I'm aware of it. ”

Lu Muqing smiled kindly and said.

"But you survived. ”

He said.

"If you can't make it, it's okay to die. ”

Lu Muqing said.

"You can't die yet, you haven't been able to find the murderer of Lin Fan yet. ”

He said.

"I'll help you deal with your opponents, and you help me find the murderer I want. ”

Lu Muqing nodded.

"It's much happier to talk to someone like you. ”

He said.

"Talking to someone like you is a headache. ”

Lu Muqing's eyes were deep, looking behind him, and said.

"Oh?"

He said.

"To make the whole thing sound like an equivalent deal, people like you are going to hide a lot. ”

Lu Muqing rubbed his hands and said lightly.

"What am I hiding?"

He turned his head, wolf-like eyes pounced on Lu Muqing's heart, and said.

"Entered the Ink Rain Hall, never die. ”

Lu Muqing smiled.

"After entering the Ink Rain Hall, there is no second way to get out except death. ”

He sighed and said.

"I've suffered a lot. ”

Lu Muqing said.

"It's good for people to suffer when they're young. ”

He said.

"But when you suffer a big loss, you should always find some way to reduce the loss. ”

Lu Muqing agrees with the authenticity.

"I'm sure you've already figured it out. ”

He said.

"I have a solution. ”

Lu Muqing said.

"You say, I'll do it. ”

He said.

"Tonight, I have to have a girl in bed. ”

Lu Muqing said.

"Ling Xiang?"

He said.

"Ling Xiang. ”

Ling Xiang's face turned even redder, and her lips couldn't help but open lightly, and she couldn't help but scold.

"Badass. ”