Chapter 26, the Central Plains is a little red

What is it like to die? How can a person who has never died know? How can a person who has never thought of dying know it? Zhongyuan Yihong has never died, nor has he thought about dying in the past, so he does not know what death is like, he only knows that after he left Fancheng, he was chased and killed by a group of people, one of whom was very fast and ruthless, at that time he almost thought that he was dead, but he was not dead, a person he least wanted to see but also wanted to see the most appeared, so he did not die.

Although he didn't want to see that person, he knew that with that person's martial arts, even if he met a terrible opponent, as long as that person wanted to save him, he would not die.

He didn't know how long it was, maybe an hour, maybe two hours, maybe a day, or two days, he didn't know how long he had been asleep in the dark, but he finally opened his eyes, and the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the sun, and the dazzling sunlight shone directly into his eyes.

So he just closed his eyes.

After a while, he adjusted to the sunlight and opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a person, a person sitting in front of the window with his back to him, he only saw that back, although he only saw that back, but he had already seen who that person was, he might have mistaken the others, but he would never mistake that person, that person he was so familiar with, he couldn't be more familiar, that person could be regarded as the most familiar person in his life.

Immediately, he struggled to get up from the chuang and walked in front of the man, standing straight behind him like an iron tower.

At this moment, anyone who sees a little red in the Central Plains will show an unparalleled look of shock, and at this time, a little red in the Central Plains is naked, so it can be easily seen that a little red in the Central Plains not only has a broken arm, but also a wound all over the body. And almost every knife wound, sword wound and gunshot wound can kill a little red in the middle of the day, so anyone who sees this scene will definitely be very surprised, such a person can still survive tenaciously.

Zhongyuan looked at the figure with a little red, the voice that he was too familiar to be more familiar, and was silent for a long, long time before he shouted: "Father-in-law." His voice was slow. It's also heavy and weak.

The person who had been carrying a little red in the Central Plains turned around, the man was wearing a black scarf, calmly looking at the righteous son who called him his father-in-law, when a pair of eyes looked at the scars on the body of the little red in the Central Plains, his eyes were cold and cold, without the slightest emotion that human beings should have, giving people a feeling that the little red in the Central Plains in front of him was actually not his righteous son, but a tool.

It's not surprising that the Central Plains is a little red. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him very calmly and indifferently, bowed his head slightly, and waited for the middle-aged man to speak.

The middle-aged man stared coldly at Zhongyuan Yihong, he looked at Zhongyuan Xiaohong for an hour, and then slowly spoke: "This time your task was not only not completed, but also lost an arm. ”

Zhongyuan said a little red: "Not bad." ”

The middle-aged man said coldly: "Actually, I shouldn't have saved you." ”

Zhongyuan said a little red: "Not bad." ”

The middle-aged man said: "But I still saved you after all, after all, you are the most outstanding work I have cultivated over the years, so I will never allow you to die in the hands of others." ”

Zhongyuan was a little red, raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man. After a pause, he said in a deep voice: "The assassination failed." Although the Father-in-law disposes of it, I have no opinion. ”

The middle-aged man looked at the Central Plains in front of him, which was still like an iron beating, and couldn't help flashing the stubborn figure of the Central Plains when he was a child, but immediately his eyes returned to coldness, and he stared at the Central Plains coldly and said: "You should know my rules, I never raise waste." Now that you have a broken arm, your martial arts attainments are only fifty percent of what you used to be, so you should have died. ”

Zhongyuan looked at the middle-aged man with a little red, and said, "But I still have a little role now, so I'm still alive." ”

The middle-aged man said: "Not bad. ”

Nakahara nodded a little red. He looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Very good." Immediately, the next moment, a white light flashed, and in an instant, a little red in the middle of the country held the dagger on his waist and plunged it into his throat.

The middle-aged man looked at the scene, his eyes showed a look of shock, fortunately, at this moment, the Central Plains little red martial arts attainments are not as good as before, otherwise at this time the Central Plains a little red is already dead, the middle-aged man snatched the dagger in the hand of the Central Plains a little red, stared coldly at the Central Plains a little red and said: "Do you want to die?"

Zhongyuan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was a little shorter than him, there was no emotion in his eyes, and he said lightly: "In the past ten years, I have earned countless gold and silver for you, so I don't owe you anything, but I also know that you will never let a person like me live, so I will die as you wish." ”

The middle-aged man stared coldly at Zhongyuan a little red, and he said, "Would you rather die than do something for me?"

Zhongyuan smiled coldly, he glanced at his blood-stained hand, and said lightly: "I have killed a lot of people for you over the years, so this time I am not willing to kill for you." ”

The middle-aged man fell silent for a moment, although he only regarded Zhongyuan Yihong as a tool, but he understood the character of this tool very well, Zhongyuan Yihong said one and said two two, the decision has been made, who else can convince Zhongyuan Yihong, but fortunately he also thought of someone.

"I know you don't want to kill for me, but you can't die now, if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about Mo Dumping, he has already gone to Hu Tiehua and Chu Liuxiang to avenge your affairs, and he wants to get justice for you. The middle-aged man took a deep breath and said coldly.

As soon as this sentence fell, he immediately felt a powerful killing intent, and the killing intent was magnificent, like a storm and clouds surging up and down the room in an instant, like a mountain, rushing down from the sky.

He looked at the Central Plains a little red, and he found that the calm eyes of the Central Plains a little red revealed a cold killing intent, a kind of cold killing intent that he had never seen before, it was just like a divine weapon out of the sheath, anyone who saw the Central Plains at this moment would never think that the Central Plains a little red had become a waste, but a more terrible Central Plains than ever before.

Zhongyuan looked at the middle-aged man coldly, there was no human emotion in his eyes, and he said slowly and indifferently in his voice: "You actually dragged the ink pouring pool into this quagmire?"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, he was shocked by the terrifying killing intent exuded by Zhongyuan Yihong's body, but he quickly calmed down and said calmly: "Now you should understand two things, one, I don't have the ability to drag Mo Dump Chi into this quagmire, and the person who dragged him into this quagmire is you. Second, I kept the agreement that day and did not interfere in the duel between you and Chu Liuxiang, as for what happened in the middle, I don't know. ”

Zhongyuan looked at the middle-aged man with a little red, it was obvious that he didn't believe the words of his father-in-law, who had trained him to be a killer since he was a child, but he couldn't help but admit that although his father-in-law was ruthless and killed everyone, he never lied to them.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly he realized that he shouldn't die, at least not during this period of time, and now he can only live, and he can only go to Fancheng alive to see Mo Dump Pool.

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"What do you want?"

"I don't want anything. ”

"I don't believe it. ”

"You should believe me, and it doesn't matter if you don't believe me, because you will definitely go to Fancheng, and you will definitely go to see Mo Dump Pond. ”

Nakahara Yihong can't deny this fact, he has nothing to remember in this world, but he has a friend, so he must not see his friend in danger, and it is because of himself that he is in danger.

What's more, he had already seen that this series of things was actually a very big conspiracy, as for what this conspiracy was, he didn't know, he only knew that he had to go to see Mo Dumping.

On the evening of July 27, he met with Mo Tingchi the night before the duel between Mo Tingchi and Chu Liuxiang, but although he met with Mo Tingchi safely, it was impossible to stop this duel, because two major events happened one after another during this period.

These two big things directly pushed this duel to the point where there was no turning around.

Therefore, the duel between Mo Dumping Chi and Chu Liuxiang is imperative.

What are these two things? )