No one asks about the poor in the downtown area, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains.

Unlike the much-anticipated Lin Pingzhi Lin Shao Darthead, the old and young who came in later almost did not attract anyone's attention. This is human nature and instinct, and Jianghu people are no exception.

Following Jiang Feng's gaze, Huang Rong saw clearly the appearance of the girl who came in later.

She was dressed in green clothes, with a double beard on her head, and two hairpins inserted in her, her body was graceful, but her complexion was dark and rough, and her face seemed to have a lot of acne scars, and her appearance was very ugly.

"Brother Jiang, what's wrong, is there anything wrong with those two people?"

At this time, Jiang Feng smiled faintly, and then said: "It's nothing, I just think this heavy rain is coming at a good time." The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, this Fuzhou City, I'm afraid it's going to be lively!"

"Who are you, those two people will do a lot of things when they go to Fuzhou City?"

Faced with Huang Rong's question, Jiang Feng just said unhurriedly: "This is to Huayin, Shaanzhou, not to mention thousands of miles away, two figures with authentic qigong of the Huashan School suddenly came here. Come to think of it, it's definitely not like they dressed, it's here to farm!"

The sound of the river wind was not small, at least, it was much louder than the sound of rain outside the window like falling rocks. It's just that except for Huang Rong, no one can hear the slightest movement.

At this time, Lin Pingzhi and the three of them didn't notice anything abnormal at all, just as the three of them and several people from the Iron Dragon Gate sat around and began to praise each other. The door to the wine beckons opened again.

A hat, a coat, pressed so that the front of the hat almost blocked the nose covered the face of the visitor.

"It's a charlatan!"

"He's a master!"

The message to everyone was a sword, a hilt made of turquoise and blue that looked magnificent and magnificent.

The master does not necessarily use a sword at the level of a divine weapon, but a sword at the level of a divine weapon will only fall into the hands of a master. The puppet is not guilty, but he is guilty, and he does not have enough strength to have a heart-warming military advantage

On the rivers and lakes, it is a crime.

The man turned his gaze under the hat and looked around among the wine signs, but unfortunately, at this time, among the wine signs, there were already many people sitting on the ground, how could there be an empty seat?

With a flip of her hand, everyone's attention that had been focused on her suddenly focused on her hand.

Straight, slender, white as jade, except for some faint traces of calluses, this is a pretty perfect woman's hand. It's just that, compared to this hand, more people care about the silver in their hands.

Ten taels of snowflake pattern silver are enough to take down the general pattern of this wine trick.

"I need a separate table, and whoever can provide it, the money will be theirs!"

"Me!"

"Me!"

"Here!"

......

The money was moving, and in the end, the boss Lao Cai successfully sold his bookkeeping position to this generous girl at a high price of ten taels of silver.

Unlike ordinary people, she didn't ask for wine, which is both a good thing and a bad thing. Not drinking alcohol often means self-discipline, rigor, and stability, something that is often a must for a particular profession.

The killer, the oldest profession, seeks hope for life between the dances of death, and if you are not careful, you will be in the abyss.

A glass of wine, a life, nine out of nine people in this world will make the wisest choice.

The killer is also a Jianghu person, but he is the most special Jianghu person. Looking at the rivers and lakes, fresh clothes and angry horses, mellow wine and beauties, drinking freely, drawing swords in a chic manner, and living happily, these have nothing to do with them. Wait, kill, wait for the next time, kill the next time, this is the fate of the killer, the fate of the fate.

The woman just slowly broke the steamed bun, broke a little, ate a little, chewed slowly, swallowed slowly, and repeatedly.

Jianghu people love wine, wine into the liver and sausage, and the pride is born. It seems that only people who can drink alcohol will be considered truly qualified Jianghu people, Jianghu guests.

Lin Pingzhi is not very old, but the amount of alcohol is not small, of course, the most fundamental thing is that the name of the Fuwei Dart Bureau is there, and no one dares to pour him.

Cup by bowl, bowl by bowl, there are no fewer dishes on the table, but the empty wine jar next to the table is one jar after another.

The smell of alcohol is surging, and one is dizzy, and it tends to relax a lot. This is the best time to connect with feelings, and it is also the most dangerous time for a martial artist.

At this time, the woman just finished eating the steamed bun in her hand, and when she raised her head, most of the water stains on the hat had disappeared. Only a drop of water that had just struggled on the hat when he lowered his head slowly fell at this time.

"Drop!"

The water droplets slowly descended, hitting the ground and turning into countless smaller droplets. Although it didn't stir up a wave, it broke the original peace.

There was light, but there was no sound, or rather, all the sounds had been drowned out by a drop of water that had just fallen.

The violent figure and the meteor-like long sword can be seen that this is a master, an absolute master. How high is her kung fu? At least, it is the headquarters of the Fuwei Dart Bureau in Fuzhou City, and she can also kill seven in and seven out.

Such a master, such a timing, such a lot of effort, is just a Lin Pingzhi to deal with. There is no doubt that this is a killer, a killer who does his best to fight the rabbit, and a killer who only seeks results and does not care about the process.

It's raining outside the wine stick, and it's raining inside the wine stick. The rain outside is the water of life that falls from the sky, and the rain inside is the life-killing light that the sword transforms.

Ten people, unevenly seated, ten people of different heights. At the last moment, they were still pushing the glass and changing the lamp, enjoying the warmth and wine in the wind and rain, which was what they exchanged for their sweat and life. The next moment, the warmth and the wine solidified at the same time, were they at fault? Maybe not, maybe, but they were in the wrong place, in the wrong place, in the wrong person.

Lin Pingzhi was drinking, raising his glass, raising his head, and drinking it all, according to the normal situation, the next moment, he would hear a voice: "Okay, Lin Shao has a lot of darts." A kind of flattery.

The wine is dry, the head is lowered, and what comes into the face is red, the red of blood donation. The blood in the throat of the Iron Dragon Gate man was still hot, and it sprayed into Lin Pingzhi's eyes, this feeling was uncomfortable.

Noisy, calm, and then turned into noise, earth-shattering noise. Until the last moment of life, a person never knows how much energy he can send out in order to escape.

"You ......"

Lin Pingzhi wanted to ask who this mysterious woman who suddenly appeared in front of him, dressed in a cloak and hat, who she was. It's a pity that he was knocked down by the other party.

It's raining outside, and the rain will hide the traces of escape, so kill before they rush into the rain. (To be continued.) )