The wind and snow started again, and it was so thick that it was impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth.

The snowman was right in front of the boy's eyes, but he didn't move, and it seemed that the raised eyebrows just now were just an illusion. The boy was still full of joy, and stretched out his hand to touch the vaguely thin face. A sudden gust of wind blew the beaded hat on the snowman's head into the air, and the young man's eyes moved with the wind, but there was a trace of melancholy in his eyes.

At this moment, the field was full of accidents.

The stone slab behind the young man shattered silently, and a long sword wrapped in a green shirt stabbed the young man's back from bottom to top. At the same time, the relief on the shadow wall in front of the young man also moved, but it was not a real relief, but two gray-clothed people were lying on the wall.

The three swords stabbed at the boy in three directions, looking at the direction of the sword, it was by no means an ordinary swordsman, the strength, speed, and angle were very accurate, and the timing of the shot was also very perfect.

To dodge this blow, the boy must rush forward, which will inevitably crash into the snowman. If there was also a sword-wielding killer hidden in the snowman, wouldn't it hit the tip of the sword? Since this game was so cleverly arranged, wouldn't the person who laid it out think of this? So this was a killer blow, and it seemed that no matter what, the boy couldn't dodge it.

The boy didn't hide at all. Although his gaze floated along with the flying beaded hat, the moment he killed the hand, the boy also moved. There was even an illusion that the boy would move a moment before the three killers. He hooked his right foot and kicked it back, right on the tip of the stabbing sword, and the long sword suddenly bent like an iron bow and struck back at the forehead of the man in green shirts. Both hands stretched out to the left and right at the same time, and the two fingers of the index caught the tips of the two swords, and with a slight force, they broke back into two. Due to the high speed, although the tip of the sword broke and did not fall, it shot back towards the gray-clothed man holding the sword. The two men in gray obviously didn't expect this to happen, and wanted to dodge, but it was too late. The tip of the sword didn't hurt anyone, as if it had eyes, and it grazed the left and right cheeks of the two gray-clothed men and shot into the shadow wall, and disappeared. The man in gray was taken aback, and seemed to have no intention of killing, jumped up, and disappeared behind the shadow wall.

The man in the green shirt was hit in the head by the sword that bounced backwards, and although he didn't break his head, he was carried backwards by a strong force. This person was also ruthless, and at the same time as his body flew up, he used a force in his hand, and the sharp long sword flew out of the young man's back like an arrow off the string. The sword was castrated, the young man frowned slightly, his body rushed forward slightly, and suddenly he thought of something, and his body pulled straight up without pause, and the tip of his foot lightly touched the long sword that flew at him, and the long sword fell to the ground, less than half a foot away from the snowman.

This action was between the lightning and flint, and the snowman who thought he was hiding the killer never saw a long sword stabbed out.

The boy jumped in the air, and a strong force came from the top of his head, and the wind and snow in that space were compressed by this force, and smashed into the boy's head. A giant man swooped down from the top of the shadow wall, and the silver hammer in his hand pulled a white groove in the wind and snow, like a god and demon descending from the sky.

This is the deadly killer. The cost of three thousand taels of gold is really not unjust. Ordinary masters, jumping in the air like this, the old force is old, the new force is not born, except for being smashed into meat sauce by the giant hammer, there seems to be no other ending.

The boy is not an ordinary person, so he was not smashed into meat sauce. The giant hammer roared with the wind and snow, and the young man's right hand formed a fist, not retreating, but up, and smashed on the giant hammer with a punch, and the giant hammer bounced upward, and at the same time aroused a sound of gold and iron. The giant man didn't know if he was injured or not, but he knew the current affairs, and the must-kill blow didn't work, and he didn't love fighting, so he took advantage of the situation to turn over and disappear into the wind and snow.

Resisting this hammer, the young man's figure finally fell, and the bluestone slab under his feet shattered like a spider web, and a little bright red dripped at his feet. Seeing that the snowman was still standing intact in front of him, the young man's heart suddenly relaxed, but at this moment he heard a soft sigh.

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Who doesn't dream in a teenager's house? Who doesn't have a shame in his spring dreams?

A sigh, as light as a flying flower, is it a whisper in a dream, or a dream that has awakened for years?

The young man was stunned, and the light sigh seemed to sigh to his heart, and his clenched right hand slowly let go, and bits and pieces of red slid down his fingertips.

The wind and snow were so big that he couldn't open his eyes, and a slender short knife stabbed out of the snowman's hand, piercing the wind and snow, and instantly arrived in front of the young man. The grace of that thorn is so elegant that people can't bear to dodge.

The name of the knife sighed lightly.

The boy retreated sharply. The boy practiced a straight sword, one sword came, and the other sword went. Since he came out of the mountain, he has never taken half a step back when facing the enemy. Now in the face of this short knife that is only half a foot, it is retreating again and again. The knife followed the boy's momentum, three inches before the boy's chest.

In the blink of an eye, he retreated to the gate of the house. Entering the stone steps of the house with both feet, the young man did not retreat, hugged his hands in front of his chest, and surrounded the short knife in it, and the knife could no longer enter half a point.

The boy's sword was still behind his back, not drawn.

The snowman chuckled, and the wind and snow in the laughter stopped for a moment, and he no longer used force in his hand, and gently pulled out the knife, and then floated back with the snowflakes in the sky. She seemed to know that the boy would not chase, so she flew back to the top of the shadow wall, paused, and smiled at the boy in front of her before disappearing into the wind and snow.

The boy didn't watch her leave, but looked at the shadow wall in amazement, where there were some messy snow flakes, and the cute snowman was gone.

The young man sighed softly, condensed into ice in the wind and snow, and his heart was filled with a trace of melancholy, as if he had lost something.

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The big trees in the backyard were covered with snow, and the thick branches seemed to be a little unable to bear the weight, and bent down slightly. In previous years, when there was heavy snowfall, there were more than ten yard members holding long poles under the trees, constantly pulling down the snow. Today, Hao Ye is unusual, driving out all the idle people in the backyard, and even the old tree, which was regarded as an ancestor in the past, is not taken care of.

Hao Dashu was still sitting in the flower hall, and the fire in the hall had been completely extinguished. Mr. Wu has not returned since he left. Hao Dashu suddenly had a very strange feeling, although he knew that Mr. Wu had planted heavy troops in the front yard of this mansion, just waiting for the young man to throw himself into the net, but this strange feeling told him that he was the only one left in this huge Hao Mansion at this moment.

It's a lonely feeling. Hao Dashu is a person who is afraid of loneliness, so he always has one way or another around him, and he rarely spends time alone.

It is customary to hold the wine glass in his hand, and there is no more wine in the glass. It's strange that I want to drink a lot, but I don't have the interest in drinking. On weekdays, no matter when and where, as long as he shouted to bring wine, it was clear that there was no one around him, but the best wine was immediately served. It's not a trick, it's the power of power, it's the power of wealth. He knew that within a distance of more than ten feet by his side, there were several of the most caring people waiting for him at any time.

Hao Dashu habitually opened his mouth, ready to shout a drink, but when the words came to his mouth, he was swallowed back again. He was suddenly a little scared, if this shout was out, and there was no wine served as before, and no one even came, how would he deal with himself?

Usually when a person gets older, he likes to reminisce about the past and re-appreciate the best time in his life. Hao Dashu has passed the destiny of heaven, but rarely thinks about the past, he always thinks that a person is alive, he should always look forward, earning money and fighting for power and grabbing women is the right thing to do, and it is the way of life for old ladies to kill time by relying on the past.

Sitting alone in the dark flower hall, the door of the hall was ajar, and the sound of wind and snow outside was endless, but Hao Dashu remembered the past for no reason. It's a thing of the past, not after coming to Mengzhou City, but a long, long time ago, when I was still in the Yuezhou Dart Bureau.

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