Chapter Seventy-Six: A Life of Sorrow

The flying snowflakes are sparsely falling, there is silence outside the restaurant, the body of Su Cheng, the son of a hundred poisons, is already cold, the winter funeral is solemn and solemn, but the snow-white quiet beauty has turned into a cold hell. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The warriors had already left here in fear, and the pedestrians who heard the wind were even more curled up at home, and no one dared to go out.

In a corner not far away, a man who looked to be in his forties shuddered and curled up together, his pale face was full of heartache, his hands trembling and raised, then put it down, then lifted it again, and then put it down, and then lifted it again, and then put it down......

Boss Ma is the person in charge of this restaurant, and he has suddenly undergone a big change, and the restaurant is dead, which is a big bad luck, and he is afraid that this restaurant will be yellow in the future, and big tears flowed out of his eyes.

Zhao Haochen put away his sword, turned around and walked towards the residence of the spear Yu Wenhe, and when he saw the appearance of Boss Ma on the way, he felt a faint pain in his heart.

However, for Boss Ma, he always said that when he saw this person stopped in front of him, the cold wind couldn't help but flutter around his neck, and the fear in his heart suddenly spread and enveloped his entire body.

A piece of paper flew lightly in front of Boss Ma, looked at it with a shrunken face, and picked it up with his hands that were blue from the cold, but his head was like a ball of paste, and he didn't know what was written on it, and in his stunned eyes, Zhao Haochen disappeared.

Boss Ma breathed a sigh of relief, and the dry and incomprehensible words on the paper entered his mind, just a few words, his godless eyes burst out with two golden lights, as if he had obtained a treasure, and walked back mysteriously holding the whole piece of paper.

Zhao Haochen smiled slightly, he is not a person who loves to kill, seeing the sadness of the boss, he thought of the tragedy of this boss Ma, how to say that he is also a top student in the 21st century, a few words are a fortune.

Zhao Haochen sat alone in an inn and drank, he was the only one in the huge inn, and the others ran out with a roll and crawled away, and went elsewhere, in short, they didn't dare to live with this one, and the other warriors were wandering outside the inn, not daring to come in.

I asked for a pot of wine, and I drank it alone, and the innkeeper waited carefully, for fear that a negligence would move his head.

"Go ahead, leave me alone!"

The innkeeper fled as if he had been granted amnesty.

After another great sleep, he got up and walked out.

The icy cold wind no longer knew where the dark clouds had blown into the sky, and the dazzling light shone straight down.

Zhao Haochen was dressed in snow-white clothes, his hair was black and shiny, and he was neatly tied. His eyes are bright and sharp, the bridge of his nose is straight, his eyebrows are thick and narrow, his pupils are scattered with innocent and shining light, and his young face is full of natural splendor, which is simply the perfect image of Prince Charming in the heart of a beautiful girl.

However, people didn't dare to look at the handsome young man in front of them like this, killing people mercilessly, and his methods were ruthless and decisive.

In a thatched house, a huge sorrow enveloped the whole room, the surrounding four weeping willows are also sluggish, the weak willow fluttering in the wind, there is no trace of vitality, a few cute and attractive little rabbits squatting on the grass, seeing someone coming, they did not quickly dodge, but continued to stay there, the two red eyes were moist, and heavy sadness and sorrow escaped from the body.

Zhao Haochen, who was walking in it, couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, a heavy sorrow filled his heart, the call of his hometown, the eagerness of his parents, and the expectations of his partners, as if the long-accumulated dam burst its embankment, and his eyes were full of sorrow.

The sorrow of a lifetime is mixed in it, it is difficult to extricate itself, like a dream, I reached out to grab it, but I threw myself into the air, smiled stupidly, and walked towards the house step by step.

"Please use tea!" Like the thunder of the Nine Heavens exploded, Zhao Haochen's ears were shocked, his mind was recycled, his heart was rippling with blood, and his eyes were rejuvenated, like a sharp sword, roaring vicissitudes.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that a man in green clothes and green robes, who looked like he was about twenty years old, had a sorrow on his face that could not be concealed.

"Are you ......" For a while, Zhao Haochen was a little unsure, who was this person in front of him, looking at this clothes, he must be an infatuated person, otherwise the portrait of a woman was hung on the four walls of this small thatched house, and even the tables and chairs were carved with this beautiful woman.

Zhao Haochen frowned slightly, how could he be so similar.

"The sword came to kill me, you won't know who I am, right?" the spear Yu Wenhe stretched out his finger and motioned for himself to drink tea, looking pampered and not surprised.

"Yuwenhe?!" turned his head to see the spotless and shiny spear erected in the corner of the thatched house, and a raging killing intent was condensed in his shining eyes, pointing out his identity in one mouth, obviously not an ordinary person.

"Hehe, since you know my intentions, why don't you kill me with one shot while I'm in your sorrow?" Zhao Haochen picked up the tea set in his hand, played with it meaningfully for a while, smiled slightly, signaled, and then slowly savored the taste.

Yu Wenhe smiled and didn't say anything, just tasted tea lightly, so Zhao Haochen was a little confused.

The fragrance is overflowing, and you will know that it is a peerless good tea when you smell it, but as soon as you enter it, your throat is a burst of bitterness, indescribable bitterness, heart-wrenching bitterness, bitterness to the heart, as if this sip is not tea, but a momentary sorrow and sorrow.

Alas, sad has a cuckoo lining

Alas, who asks

The roots of love and love are all gone

Resentment separated

Resentment separated

The more I reminisce, the more sad and angry I become

I can't help but miss my hometown

The city will always be poor, and the city will always be poor

Sigh to yourself and fall into the dust

"It's not reluctant, but unwilling!" Yu Wenhe had tears on his face, and gently stroked the cheek of the woman engraved on the table, and a line of clear tears hit it.

"I have a lover, but the sky is jealous, I forcibly broke up my husband and wife, I will go to the rivers and lakes, step through the five mountains, find my beloved wife, and make good connections all over the world, I don't want to kill more, I hope that one day I can find my beloved wife, and I have no regrets in this life!"

Zhao Haochen looked at this infatuated man, shook his head, looked at the portraits in the room, and knew that this was true.

It's just that this day is jealous, a little intriguing, and obviously there is something unspeakable.

"Then why are you willing to be Mo Yuxuan's minions and participate in the battle between these forces?" Zhao Haochen's cold eyes were raging with a tyrannical storm, and the awe-inspiring sword qi roared around him.

Yu Wenhe disagreed, and sighed, "He knows my wife's whereabouts!"

Zhao Haochen was stunned, "Can I take a closer look at Mrs. Zun's appearance?"

Yuwenhe nodded.

Suddenly, a familiar figure entered his eyes, smiling slightly, Zhao Haochen raised his feet and stepped out, Yu Wenhe looked like he was leaving his suffering, and he didn't have any hope for Zhao Haochen.

Who knows, when he was about to go out, Zhao Haochen paused in his footsteps, a sentence floated out of his mouth, and then disappeared into the distance.

"Your wife will bring it to you in three days!"