When the bamboo sticks fell to the ground, the old angler, who had been closing his eyes as if he was sleeping, opened his eyes, turned his head to look at the bamboo sticks on the ground, and said in a cold tone: "It's a big murderer again, you blind man's luck is really weak enough." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The blind man shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Yes, it's really declining, I have counted seventy-eight times for others, and seventy-eight times it turned out to be a big murderer." ”

Song Qiu looked at it coldly, and suddenly asked, "How many bamboo sticks do you have here, and how many big murderers do you have?"

"There are a total of 100 bamboo sticks, and there are 100 big murderers. The blind man replied quickly, without hesitation, evidently well acquainted with it.

"Since every bamboo stick has a big murder written on it, how can it be said to be declining?" Song Qiu's head tilted slightly, and he asked with a look of puzzlement.

"I'm not saying that my hands are weak, but that if you run into me, your life is really weak. The blind man sighed.

With these few words, the Ferrari roadster has already reached several people.

The female driver of the car suddenly stood up.

Yes, really stood up.

She threw off the steering wheel and stepped on the leather seat, and her bright red trench coat was lifted by the upside-down wind, revealing a beautiful figure that was bumpy and tall and well-proportioned.

The woman was beautiful, her face was even more beautiful, and even under the dim streetlights, she was full of wild allure.

Such a beauty, put on the street, ten people will definitely turn back when they meet ten people.

However, no one looked at her at this time.

The old man looked at the blind man, Song Qiu looked at the bamboo sticks, and the blind man couldn't see.

"There is only one kind of person who has told my fortune, and that is the dead. The blind man smiled brightly.

"But I'm alive. Song Qiu finally stopped staring at the bamboo sticks on the ground, looked up at the blind man and said seriously.

"It's okay, you're going to die soon. The blind man smiled brighter and said very gently: "If you want to blame it, you are to blame for appearing here at this time." ”

He picked up the bamboo skewer on the ground and handed it to Song Qiu naturally.

The movement is as warm as a spring breeze and as smooth as autumn rain.

Just halfway through it, the bamboo stick suddenly broke the spring breeze, slashed the autumn rain, and became an incomparably sharp sword, pointing at Song Qiu's Adam's apple and stabbing it.

If Song Qiu was an ordinary person, then this stab would never be avoided.

The bamboo stick was handed out, and the blind man no longer paid attention to Song Qiu, as if he had regarded him as a dead man, and the stick holder in his other hand disappeared at some point, and the next moment, the ninety-nine bamboo sticks in the stick turned into a rain of swords and rolled towards the woman in the car.

The old man shook his head lightly and said, "The king of Hades told you to die in the third watch, and you don't want to live until the fifth watch." You blind man is not fate, not life, only death, and you really deserve the name of 'dead official'. Young man, it's really bad fate for you to meet him. ”

As he spoke, the old man's wrist flicked slightly, and the fishing line flew up from the water, leaving a circle of ripples.

The line was hidden under the shade of the black trees, and it was impossible to see at all, as if it had completely disappeared into thin air.

The scene turns back to Song Qiu.

If Song Qiu was an ordinary person, this assassination plan would not be avoided.

It's a pity that Song Qiu is not an ordinary person, he gently touched the bamboo stick with his fingertips, and grasped the middle of the bamboo stick with his other hand.

The blind man was very sensitive to sound, and when he heard this sound, he had a stunned look on his face, and the next moment something even more frightened happened.

The ninety-nine bamboo sticks that were supposed to shoot the woman into a sieve actually disappeared into his "feeling".

The corners of the woman's mouth tilted slightly, and a charming smile bloomed that made people's hearts ripple.

The big red trench coat fluttering in the wind was wrapped diagonally, and ninety-nine bamboo sticks sharper than a sword were all received into the trench coat.

The trench coat wrapped in bamboo sticks made a subtle clatter, and a barely imperceptible silver needle pierced the trench coat and stabbed the woman in the face.

Under the light, the back of the silver needle flickered against the light, and a transparent slender fishing line pierced the needle tail.

It turned out that the end of the fishing line hanging in the water was not tied to a hook, but a poisonous needle!

The needle flew so fast that the woman couldn't react with her hands free.

In the face of this fatal blow, for some reason, the smile on the woman's face did not diminish at all, and even faintly ridiculed.

She exhaled softly.

Exhale like an orchid.

Exhaling like an orchid, this is not a boastful adjective, but the truest description at this moment.

The woman exhaled softly, and as soon as the breath came out, it became a white orchid, and the heart of the orchid was just right to resist the poisonous needle.

When the poisonous needle reached the heart of the flower, it seemed to lose the momentum to move forward and quietly fell to the ground.

From the blind man handing out the bamboo sticks to the woman exhaling like an orchid, it was just a few breaths, but an assassination was invisible.

The Ferrari sports car lost its power and began to reduce its speed sharply, the woman wore her long heels on the steering wheel, and the whole car instantly turned its front, like a drift in a movie or animation, the Ferrari sports car shook its tail violently, and the violent change of direction made the tires scratch four clearly visible wheel marks on the ground.

The woman stepped on the steering wheel with one foot, and the other foot landed on the saddle, and as soon as the hand pulling the windbreaker was loosened, ninety-nine bamboo sticks drifted far away, and the cold autumn wind suddenly vibrated the red windbreaker as bloody. She clasped her hands in front of her plump chest, with a hint of arrogance on her face, and a pair of almond eyes like a king's gaze, even such a drastic change of direction could not shake her figure in the slightest.

Song Qiu looked at this mature woman in big red clothes and big red cars, and there were only four words in his heart:

The eight winds do not move!

The red sports car was lying in the middle of the road, and the woman in red looked down at the blind man and the old man condescendingly, and asked indifferently: "The people of the Qing Sect on Maoshan are the only ones left with this ability?"

The blind man was pale, pinching the only remaining bamboo stick, his lips trembling, and he was silent at all.

The old man sighed: "The two of us are just outcasts of the sect, living in the rivers and lakes, becoming killers, and the Dao in the sect has not even learned a CD thoroughly, so I can't be regarded as people in the sect." Your Excellency exhaled like a lan, you are already the top master in the Daomen, we are waiting to sigh to yourself, this time we are blind, the wrong task, do not ask to live, but ask Your Excellency to give a good time. ”

The woman bowed her head and said, "Okay, just as you wish." ”

A long silver knife was pulled out from the waist behind the quilt, and Song Qiu noticed that there was such a thing hidden in the place covered by the windbreaker.

The knife is as straight as a sword, only at the tip of the knife there is an obvious arc, shaped like a goose feather, the clear and translucent knife body has two long bloodletting grooves, the street lamp hits the blade, reflecting a dazzling silver light, highlighting the sharpness of the long knife.

Goose Feather Knife.

Song Qiu flashed a noun in his heart.

A few silver-white rays flashed in the air, and the stars were condensed in the air, suddenly exploding, like a magnificent flower during a festival.

With the starlight, the icy wind blew through Song Qiu's sideburns, and Song Qiu felt a little cool inexplicably. It stands to reason that he has already entered the dantian, and he is well-versed, and he should not be afraid of ordinary wind and cold.

Tick, tick, tick.

It was the sound of liquid dripping on the ground.

Song Qiu followed the prestige, only to see a faint blood mark left between the neck of the blind man and the old man, and a few wisps of blood dripped from the blood stain to the ground. The marks became more and more obvious as time passed, and suddenly, like a burst water pipe, dark red blood gushed out and sprayed everywhere.

The two of them fell to the ground with a bang, and they were no longer breathing.

Standing in place, this was the first time that Song Qiu had been so close to contact and died, although the two people in front of him also planned to kill him together, but seeing them die so easily, Song Qiu still couldn't help but throb a little, and then he realized that life was so fragile.

The woman in red slowly put the knife into the sheath, and looked at Song Qiu with a hint of playfulness in her eyes, obviously the scene of Song Qiu breaking the bamboo stick was also in her eyes. The woman in red asked with a smile, "Practicing kung fu, or are you a fellow practitioner?"

Song Qiu shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, beauty, I don't understand what you mean." ”

He really didn't understand what the woman in red meant, before today, he thought that the so-called martial arts masters and immortal cultivators might have been extinct in the land of China.

The woman in red thought that Song Qiu was inconvenient to reveal, so she deliberately hid it clumsily, so she didn't care, and chuckled: "Little brother, your skills are okay." ”

Her slender hand touched Song Qiu's waist, Song Qiu was flustered, and stammered, "You...... What are you going to do?"

The woman in red licked her red lips provocatively, her fingers gently stroked Song Qiu's waist, and chuckled in her mouth: "Don't be nervous." ”

After all, Song Qiu is an old bachelor who has never even talked about his girlfriend, and the sweat on his forehead is nervous.

The woman in red suddenly turned back and strode into the red sports car, leaving Song Qiu stunned.

Sitting in the driver's seat, the woman in red turned sideways, put her right hand on the seat, looked at Song Qiu and said with a smile: "Little brother, you are very interesting, I hope we are destined to meet again." ”

She raised the object in her right hand, which was a long strip of software, somewhat similar to a long whip, only more wide.

The sound of a motor echoing through the streets, and in the blink of an eye, the Ferrari at full throttle was gone.

Song Qiu was about to leave, but suddenly felt that something was wrong with his pants, and when he lowered his head, he suddenly wanted to cry without tears - the leather belt on his trousers was taken away by the woman in red at some point.

It turned out that the woman in red didn't seem to care about Song Qiu's answer, but it was obvious that this was her "revenge" for Song Qiu's "pretending to be stupid".

Song Qiu muttered: "The woman under the mountain is a tiger, and you must avoid it if you encounter it." ”

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Pulling his pants and moving back to the fairy Internet café step by step, Song Qiu seemed to have experienced a thousand hardships, and collapsed weakly on the bed in the lounge.

Lying on the bed, stunned for a while, Song Qiu turned over, got up numbly, sat on the bed, opened the secret method of qi cultivation provided by Tai Bai Xing's friendship, "Three Qing Qi Cultivation Immortal Sutra", and meditated with his eyes closed according to the above record.

After a while, a few wisps of white mist rose from the head, like cooking smoke.

I don't know how long I sat like this, the sky in the east was getting brighter, Song Qiu opened his eyes, exhaled in his mouth, and the gas spread out in the form of smoke, according to the "Three Qing Qi Cultivation Immortal Sutra", when will he be able to spit out clouds and mist to become a dragon and snake by himself, this kung fu of qi cultivation and meditation can be regarded as a great achievement.

While he was thinking about it, Tai Bai Xing's shouting voice came from outside the lounge: "Song boy, come quickly, it's time for you to repay your kindness." ”