Everyone has the urge to be a killer in their hearts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Some are for the sake of making money, enjoying a luxurious life and spending money, some are for the sake of fame, claiming to eradicate evil for the people and clean up the garbage for the world, and some are for the pleasure of tasting the sensation of blood spraying and the thrill of a sharp knife inserting into the body.

Jing Feng didn't do this, he did it for hatred, an unforgettable hatred!

The sword can be hateless, but the person who wields the sword cannot forget hatred. Eighty-seven mouths, only one person remains, this overwhelming hatred is buried in the heart, after eight years, it is more deeply rooted and occupies every inch of the atrium.

In the Gobi Desert of Hanzhou, snowflakes are blowing on the face, cutting the skin like a knife.

Jing Feng breathed in the cold air, and the coldness in his lungs spread throughout his body, and this feeling reminded him of that snowy day ten years ago.

Smoke rose from the house, and blood and limbs were all over the ground. Six-year-old Jing Feng stood in the courtyard in horror as the black-clad killer was brutally slaughtering his family.

He wanted to move, he wanted to shout, he wanted to run away, but he couldn't even move a single hand, foot or finger, or even make a sound. The screams filled his ears, blood stained his eyes, and Jing Feng was chilled and stunned.

At this moment, his father, who was covered in blood, rushed towards him, grabbed him and ran out. In the panic, Jing Feng didn't know how long his father had been running, but he only heard the sound of gurgling water in his ears.

"Wind, go!" the father put him on a small boat and pushed him into the water.

"No!" Seeing the meaning of farewell in his father's eyes, Jing Feng suddenly shouted loudly, "I don't want to go, I can fight!"

"Fighting?" the father smiled bitterly, and suddenly struck, slashing at Jing Feng's neck, Jing Feng's body weakened, and he fainted.

"Feng'er, live well!" his father sighed and strode back, leaving Jing Feng with the eagle pendant hanging from his neck, the family heirloom knife inserted in the ship's board, and a line of blood characters......

The boat turned, the icy water splashed on his face, and Jing Feng woke up and sat up, his mind blank. He lowered his head and saw his father's bloody last words, "Don't take revenge, live well!"

The last words of the father were to forget the hatred, could it be that the Jing family had offended some huge force, and even the father of the ruling party was so jealous? ! The father was honest, loved the people like a son, and his uncle served in the yamen, just and selfless, why did he end up with a ruined family in the end, as the only survivor of the Jing family, do you want to forget your hatred and survive?!

Is this your fate?!

Jing Feng's hands trembled and stroked the blood words left by his father, tears streaming down his face.

His fingers tightened, and the barbs on the plank pierced his nails, and blood flowed everywhere, soaking the blood into a blur!

Maybe my father was right, he was only a six-year-old boy, how could he fight against such a powerful enemy?! The best way to protect himself was to live incognito and secretly......

If I die, the Jing family will be destroyed, which is something that the dead father would never want to see......

I understand this truth, but, father, please forgive the child for being unfilial!!

Jing Feng looked up to the sky and howled, and the sparks in his eyes shone brightly, "Fate or something is all bullshit! No one has nothing to dominate everything! Even if it is done by the Heavenly King Lao Tzu, this ruined revenge of Jing Feng must be avenged!"

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and countless snow flakes hit the face, which was both cold and painful. Jing Feng came back to his senses from his memories and saw a thatched hut standing tremblingly not far away, and the word "wine" on the flagpole in front of the house was flying in the wind.

It is still more than ten miles away from the city of Sorrow, and the merchants who travel from the north to the south usually rest in this tavern.

Every time Jing Feng returned to the city, he would stop here and drink a pot of Jiangyang brew.

"Brother Jing, it's so cold, come in quickly. The shopkeeper of the tavern Li dragged the frozen mutton into the house, and when he saw Jing Feng coming, he greeted him warmly.

Jing Feng nodded, entered the shop, and sat down quietly.

Shopkeeper Li had already brought up the scalding wine.

The sweet Jiangyang brew entered the stomach, and the hot sensation spread throughout the body, and the annoying coolness gradually dissipated.

Shopkeeper Li served another bowl of steaming noodles, and the whole small shop was warm.

"I thought killers didn't drink. ”

Laughter suddenly came from outside the window.

Before the shopkeeper could open the door, the thin wooden door had already opened, and five people walked in.

There were five more people in the room at once, but there was no more excitement, and the temperature dropped a little.

The young man who entered first was five or six years older than Jing Feng, with a smile on his face, which never faded.

If your home is five streets away from the city, you'll be smiling too.

Shen Tianyu looked at Jing Feng with a smile like this, but how many people in the city were afraid of such a smile.

Jing Feng was still drinking, and he had no intention of stopping.

He didn't even look at Shen Tianyu squarely.

Shen Tianyu smiled gloomily, "Our Brother Jing's mission has been completed well, what's the matter, the five hundred taels are about to arrive?!"

Jing Feng was silent.

Shen Tianyu sneered, "I'm a little tight on money today, Brother Jing can give me some money to spend, how about it?"

Jing Feng said indifferently: "Brother Shen's family has tens of millions of dollars, and he came here in the wind and snow, just for my little money?"

Shen Tianyu laughed, "That's right, don't say that the reward of five hundred taels of silver this time is five hundred and fifty thousand taels, and I don't care about it, how can your little money get into my eyes!

Jing Feng's pupils suddenly constricted.

Shen Tianyu said with a smile: "Although the name of that road is famous, it is just a silver-like pewter spear head, it is not difficult to kill, but this mission was robbed by you, which makes me feel very sad." ”

Jing Feng was silent.

Shen Tianyu continued: "Previously, the hall master had already announced the rewards for the winners of the martial arts competition, the Lock Heart Sword Sutra, the Purple Gold Soft Armor, and the Ink Dragon Sword. To tell you the truth, my brother Shen Yunpeng has some liking for the Molong Sword, and I am also determined to obtain the Lock Heart Sword Sutra. ”

Saying that, Shen Tianyu came to Jing Feng's eyes, and the smell of wine in his mouth had already sprayed on his face, "I have already released my words before, no one can rob Shen Yunpeng of the task of assassinating Lu Fengqiu, but there are people who are not long-sighted, what should I do if you say this kind of person?!"

Jing Feng asked coldly, "Brother Shen has something to say. ”

Shen Tianyu laughed: "Brother Jing is really a little bold, okay, I'll just say it directly." There are five points for assassinating Lu Fengqiu, plus the previous number, you have already accumulated all the points to enter the martial arts competition at the beginning of the year, and I also know that you have already signed up for it. You are conceited and have some means, but what about your little sister, you don't think that you can protect yourself with her broken body and the hidden weapon skills of the two knives. ”

The wine glass in Jing Feng's hand suddenly squeaked, and after a long silence, he raised the wine glass and drank it all.

"Brother Jing is a person who understands, so he naturally knows who the winning prize belongs to, and he should weigh it up for himself what he should do in the martial arts competition. Shen Tianyu also raised the wine glass in front of him and drank it all with a smile.

"Let's go. ”

The four attendants stood up and left the tavern after Shen Tianyu.

The group came and went in a hurry, and the small shop fell silent again.

Only Jing Feng was left to quietly drink the remaining Jiangyang brew in the pot. He sat silently for a long time, put down his glass, stood up, and walked out without saying a word.

Shopkeeper Li cleaned up the cold dishes and touched the wine glass where Jing Feng was drinking, and the cup suddenly broke into pieces......

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Jiangnan and Jiangbei, drunk dreams and worries.

Away from the city of sorrow, away from the place of sorrow, there are many flower shops and casinos, and there are excellent wines and beautiful women. It's a place where you can savor all the happiness of the world and forget all your worries.

But all the beauty and happiness in the world is built on ugliness and sorrow, just as the lotus flower is beautiful, but it is rooted in the filthy mud. Liwei City, the pearl of the north, is also the base camp of the killer organization, Hell No Gate.

There is no yamen in the city of sorrow, because no one dares to do evil here. You don't know what kind of person you're provoking here, maybe the old man who looks ordinary is actually a demon king who kills people without blinking.

Jing Feng entered the city of worries and went straight to a tall building.

Mochizuki Tower, to the outside world, is a good place to climb high in the city of worries, drink and watch the scenery, but in fact, it is a place where there is no door to hell to issue bounties.

He walked into the Moon Tower and walked straight to Room 5 on the first floor. Inside, a fat businessman-looking man was already sitting there, a cup of fragrant tea on the table, and the clouds were full of smoke.

Jing Feng didn't have any extra words, stretched out his hand, and put Lu Fengqiu's bloody close-fitting jade pendant on the table.

Almost at the same time, a wad of silver tickets also slapped on the table, Jing Feng took it in his arms, and turned to leave.

From beginning to end, the two did not say a word to each other. The sale of the knife head devouring blood does not need too many words.

Out of the Moon Tower, Jing Feng did not go home, but went to the pharmacy not far away.

There are all kinds of rare medicinal materials sold, hundred-year-old ginseng, and the formed Shou Wu, although it is not as good as the production of Baicaomen in Qinglin City, but it is also extraordinary. It's just that these medicinal materials are not something that ordinary people can afford, but fortunately, there is no shortage of people who spend money in Liwu City.

Four hundred and fifty taels, the expenses of ordinary people for two years, Jing Fenghua is not spared.

Putting away the rare medicinal herbs he had bought, Jing Feng turned north, passing through rows of high-rise buildings and bustling streets, almost to the city wall, where there was a small and narrow shantytown.

Jing Feng turned into a small alley and stopped before he had walked a few steps.

The killer's instinct tells him that someone is hiding behind him.

Could it be that the Shen family wants to do it?!