The smell of blood, the smell of fish, mixed together, is like the smell of death.

The slightly ashamed moon completely disappeared, and suddenly, everything was silent, only darkness and darkness.

After experiencing the baptism of fear, calm, anxiety, and relief, people will want to vent.

The devastation around him is the best proof of this.

The fisherman released all his grievances at once.

But is it enough?

Inadequate.

That...... Go on?

His eyes are like those of an older wolf, and even if he is seriously injured, he must keep an eye on his prey and not let go of any trouble.

His torso was like a tight bowstring, and even if he was trembling, he had to keep himself in the most tense state so that he could strike at any moment.

Now that it's been vented, is there anything else?

No!

Then it's time to go, leave, and go as fast as you can.

Run!

The fisherman's eyes have long since adapted to the darkness and can see the outline of his surroundings, and there is no problem.

Like a mouse, he crawled through the crowded warehouses and through the various paths, trying to shake off all the dangers.

Droplets of blood, which looked dark black, accompanied by bloody footprints, connected a clue.

People in the dark are not in a hurry, follow the clues, and walk, just like walking in their own yard.

......

Old Street Study.

The gentleman sat on the roof for an afternoon, watching every move in the noisy city.

He watched as a shadow took the key from the fisherman, watched him analyze the topography of the city, watched him drop the key through the window, watched him hide in the corner and watched the fish box fall.

Watching everything happen, but not stopping it.

Because he was too far away to see the man's face hidden in the shadows, he could not determine which fish it was, and therefore he could not determine the purpose of the visitor.

So I just watched, wanting to see what the other party was going to do, what the River Fish Sect wanted to do, which had been silent for many years.

Don't they know they're here?

But maybe that's why.

Either way, he couldn't sit still.

The shadow came out of the shadows, and although it was still covered in night, such an unfamiliar technique could not hide his eyes.

Somehow, the gentleman's eyelids drooped helplessly.

He felt that things were a little too boring, meaningless, unnecessary, and not beneficial.

It's just a cool picture, isn't it interesting?

How many years ago, I still remember it, and my heart is so small.

For some reason, he was going to stop this stupid thing.

At this time, the distant sky, a little bright, smashed into the noisy city at an extremely fast speed, like a meteor.

The gentleman had just gotten up, his eyes were not taken off, his left fist was clenched, and he threw a straight punch seemingly with ease.

The huge and invisible fist force roared towards the sky, like a fierce beast pounced.

It is not an exaggeration to say that such a powerful force can cause even a devastating wind pressure.

However, at this moment, not even a single grass was disturbed.

The strength of the fist was condensed and pure, and all the power was concentrated in one point, without the slightest spillover.

What an amazing amount of control this is.

The strength of the fist and the light collided at a height of dozens of feet, making a crisp sound, which did not wake up any sleeping people.

If you don't want to be seen by mortals, then no one can see the battle between cultivators at the top.

The punch dissipated in the instant after the collision.

After the light was bounced off for more than ten zhang, his true body appeared, floating in the air, pointing directly at Mr., which turned out to be a sword.

The gentleman looked at the sword and raised his brow slightly.

The sword came from the south of the Yangtze River and galloped for thousands of miles.

The sword momentum is still there, as the water of the river is wishing, surging endlessly.

The sword intent is even better, like a fish in the river, going straight upstream.

The meaning is clear - you, don't move!

The most striking thing is that Mr. did not respond in the first place.

Such a powerful sword, according to Mr.'s perception, I am afraid that it will be discovered at the moment of the sword, at least it is impossible to fly across the Yuanjiang River.

And now, the sword has reached the range of sight, and the gentleman only swings his fist, which can only be explained that the speed of the sword is too fast.

How fast?

According to the intention, it is naturally the moment Mr. decides to make a move, and the sword is released.

There is only one person in the world who can use this sword - the River Fish Sect Master, Bai Jia, is the first sword in the world.

"Two-foot fishsword. The gentleman said softly.

Is this group of fish cubs necessary?

Would you rather not be able to resist Edgeworth for ten years than stop me?

It's hard to practice the fishing sword, aren't you afraid of ruining?

Is it a child?

It's so far away, and it can't stop me.

It's just that...... How do you know I'm moving?

Thinking that the descendants were becoming more and more terrifying, the gentleman made a gesture of holding a sword in his right hand and jumped up.

......

The cloudy moon peeked out at this time, and the moonlight sprinkled on the earth, illuminating everything.

Gradually, out of the shadows, it was a teenager with a young face, no more than sixteen years old.

But those empty eyes are by no means what a sixteen-year-old boy should have.

It was as if the man who was dying, soaked in a pool of blood, had nothing to do with him.

He was like watching a rat that had been accidentally trampled to death on the side of the road.

The fisherman was given a wonderful sword technique, and all seven sword marks on his body avoided the mortal position, ensuring that he would not die quickly or faint, but only oozed blood like a spring.

With such a terrifying amount of bleeding, he has a maximum of ten breaths.

His vision became more and more blurred, and he looked at the boy with only fear.

The boy also looked at the fisherman, condescending and expressionless, but a closer search would reveal that he seemed to have some joyful emotions.

"Do you know why I killed you?" the boy didn't seem to intend to let the fisherman die for no apparent reason.

The fisherman didn't have the strength to answer, but he was desperate to know why.

He didn't come up with any reason to be tortured and killed by the other party, and what was even more puzzled was that face, he had never seen it, and he also thought that the other party might be hired by someone, but when he saw the young man's sword action, he understood that no one could hire this person, and at the same time remembered one thing.

A little thing.

Not even enough to be called a thing.

"When the world was fighting the Tang Dynasty, you once stood with the gentleman in the Holy Book Building, standing in front of me and Master, and said such a sentence. ”

Bai Jia was an idiot, the fisherman recalled.

"Master is an idiot. "Not an unexpected statement.

The fisherman closed his eyes, seemingly relieved, and at the same time a sign of despair.

For such a broken reason, you are going to kill me, and it is too worthless.

What a thing this is!

"It's important. The boy said as softly as he could, "You know, I have a lot of respect for my master. ”

Respect? You are respectful?" the fisherman sneered hard.

The boy's gaze became sharp.

"So I'll never allow anyone to ......"

Before the words were finished, a fist came at a tricky angle, silent and powerful.

The boy didn't dodge, but did his best to minimize the damage.

In the blink of an eye, the boy who was knocked away slammed into the stone wall, smashing a hole.

The rubble fell one after another, making a loud noise, and soon buried him.

Still no one was awakened, because the gentleman didn't want to.

He came to the fisherman, ignoring his injuries, but looking at the pile of rubble.

"Mr. ......"

After making sure that no one was buried, he didn't want to chase after him, and finally wanted to look at the fisherman.

"Water ......"

never imagined that this would be the first time they had met in many years of living together in the hustle and bustle of the city.

It's so rare, and it's just one look, the last one.

It's a pity.

The fisherman died blindly.

Leaving two outstretched fingers, still held in the air, pointing at Mr.

The gentleman frowned, a little irritated, and said, "Okay." ”

......

The night is long, unaccompanied, and always lonely.

Shui'er couldn't touch his father beside him, and woke up scared.

So, I want Daddy.

So, go out and look for it.

So, get lost in the dark.

The gentleman did not go far.

Moonlight looms.

She cried a lot.