The streamer illuminates the red tiles brightly.

The place where the carriage stayed, in a yard. Inside, the warblers are crying, as if someone is singing.

Meng Qingyi was most interested in the excitement, and immediately entered the tiled house.

He silently felt the icy feeling of the snow in front of the house, and then followed.

There was only one person in the tiled house.

The whole stage of drama and singing is only for this one person. The actor on the stage walked with butterfly steps, singing a long voice under the bizarre brilliance, and the man's shoulders swayed and stretched along with the tune.

However, when the light looks from the back, it seems to be full of wildness.

Meng Qingyi, who was the first to come in, didn't sit down in front of this person with a bench, but frowned and stayed away.

Of course, he would be surprised.

Then he was stunned again, as if he heard that the people on the stage were singing not songs, but poems, and the rhythm was melodious and tactful, but there was a touch of fierceness.

The man said suddenly.

"Can you hear what you're singing?"

Meng Qingyi also suddenly stood in front of him with half of his body, and said with a smile on his face slightly.

"Chivalrous walk. ”

The man chanted aloud.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. ”

The man is rough and vain, and it is all Xiao Se's killing intent.

Meng Qing's clothes did not change color, and he said kindly.

"The bones of the dead man are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. ”

The man finally turned his head, and his wild eyes showed a vivid halo that could force people's hairs to stand upside down at once.

For a moment, the wind in the tiled house was even more violent than the snow outside.

The man lowered his voice and said.

"Meng Qingyi. ”

In the world, there is simply no one who knows Meng Qingyi. Although he spent ten years in prison, he was not allowed to forget it.

Meng Qingyi will not forget the man in front of him, because he is too distinct.

Meng Qingyi said.

"Jackal. ”

The second place in the sandwich road is this jackal.

In the hearts of most of the children of the Horse Guard, the jackal is simply more respectable than the gang leader Lian Yu. If there were no jackals covered in seventeen wounds and still fighting seven in and seven out, the Clamping Horse Road would not be able to support the joint attack of Moyutang and Yinjunfang against the Miao Immortal King.

At that time, there were rumors that Lian Yu Yanchan would let the gang leader take the position, but after all, it was the jackal himself who suppressed it.

Because the jackal is an outlier.

The jackal was destined to be in trouble, and all those close to him died in the blood. Therefore, even if he is the second-in-command of the horse road, he is alienated from the corner of the wilderness, and he doesn't care about things, so he doesn't need a confidant under his hands.

Over the years, I've lived alone.

Only on Chinese New Year's Eve, even Yu Yan would bring a few altars of good wine and sit with Xiao Yunchao in this red-tiled brick house.

That occasional happiness is enough.

So the jackal is lonely, full of loneliness, every move, even if one gets up.

Then the jackal stood up, in the bright light, against the shadow, alone.

Jackal Road.

"Today's play is not good. ”

Meng Qingyi really didn't look too engrossed, but Meng Qingyi still couldn't help asking.

"What's wrong?"

Jackal Road.

"It's too shy, like a reminder that I'm going to kill. ”

Meng Qingyi immediately agreed.

"It's not good. ”

Jackal Road.

"So I want to drink now. ”

Meng Qingyi wondered.

"Do you want to drink after listening to the play?"

The jackal shook his head, with a chill, and said.

"Before you kill, drink alcohol. ”

Sure enough, there was wine on the table, only one glass.

"A glass of wine, a human head, the jackal knife will not be left behind. ”