It is certain that Dongfang Wuyi has never heard of such a encounter, a man who wants to kill his woman by himself actually does not have any anger and anger that should be shown when facing him, at least, his tone is so gentle, his expression is so quiet, as if, he is really just a gentle and gentle rebuke to a little kid who has done something wrong, as if, as long as he nods and obediently admits his mistake, he will easily let him continue to play, uh, to kill his woman. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

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None of them in the East were stunned.

At this moment, he almost had the urge to slap himself a few times to verify whether he was dreaming or not.

Because, Dongfang Wuyi actually had a very strange emotion in his heart without warning, including shame, loss, sadness, sadness, and ...... In short, Baiwei is very sad, like a hodgepodge.

At this moment, Dongfang Wuyi actually had a child-like fragile emotion, as if he wanted to beat his chest, burst into tears, snot and mournfully accuse him of the guilt and helpless impulse of life.

The eyes of the "Sixth Uncle" in the distance showed a trace of shock and sadness, and what shocked him was that the dignified Northern Green Forest dominate the figure, in front of the three young people, was actually completely collapsed by the mental blow in an instant. The art of war is cloudy, the next strategy is to contribute, and the best strategy is to attack the heart. However, almost all strategies must be based on strength, and in the face of absolute strength, all strategies and strategies are false. And the appearance of the three young people completely collapsed all the psychological defense lines of Dongfang Wuyi with absolute strength, and then attacked the heart, which was tantamount to freezing Dongfang Wuyi's mental consciousness and then smashing it with a sledgehammer, so, including strong self-confidence and tenacious will, was smashed to pieces in an instant!

The sad thing is that no one knows where the bottom line of the three young is, so far, no one knows, but just know that whoever moves the bottom line of the three young must bear the terrible torture of the three less.

Hong Qingyi in the back lowered her head and couldn't see her expression, so I don't know what she was thinking about when she kept silent, but, if you look closely, you can still see through her delicate face with a layer of rich flush, and even the little ears that are deeply infected by the flush, perhaps, it can be guessed that when the classmate in the dream listed her as his woman, and in front of so many people, girls, even if there are a thousand wishes and ten thousand wishes in her heart, she will be embarrassed.

Dongfang Wuyi's eyes were gloomy, and he suddenly let go of the hand holding the knife, and slowly took a few steps back, his steps were a little staggering, as if he had grown old for decades in an instant, stared at classmate Meng, and said softly: "Sanshao, although I, Dongfang, am not your opponent, but you humiliate a martial arts figure who has been famous for many years so much, aren't you afraid that he will be laughed at by the people of the rivers and lakes in the future?"

"Heh," classmate Meng smiled lightly, not caring about Dongfang Wuyi's questioning, no matter when and where, the weak eat the strong, it is an eternal theorem, as long as your fists are bigger than others and stronger than others, any protests and war of words will not be of the slightest use.

He casually threw the big knife at his feet, snapped, the treasure knife made of stainless steel was as delicate and broken as the tiles that had been beaten by the wind and frost and rain, he was used to touching his chin, and felt that there was some beard stubble again, so he bent down to pick up a broken knife with a sharper edge, and then happily shaved his beard.

Dongfang Wu's pupils contracted, and he glared fiercely at classmate Meng.

Just now, the moment when Meng bent down was originally his best chance to make a move, but he also knew that when an opponent whose strength was too far above you to be able to catch up with you showed you flaws and gave you a chance to attack, it was often a hidden plot to abuse and kill you.

The most important thing is that Meng's strength is too high, so high that he completely abandons the desire to make a move.

So, he held back.

However, now, classmate Meng actually shaved with his treasure knife that has been famous in the East for many years!

If it was said that the gentle tone of classmate Meng towards him just now was just a very subtle mental destruction, then now, it was Chi Guoguo's trampling on the dignity of one of his swordsmen!

As the saying goes, the geese leave a voice, and the death leaves a name.

Dongfang Wuyi knew that the assassination of Hong Qingyi today could not be good when the Meng family appeared, but even when his brother Dongfang Wuyi died, he had a chance to escape, and the reason why he did not leave was that he hoped to kill Hong Qingyi in one fell swoop, and then, even if he died, he could retain his reputation. Fame, for Jianghu people, is sometimes more important than life!

Dongfang Wuyi is almost unimaginable, when his life is returned to dust, the rivers and lakes pass such a joke: Lao Wang, do you know, the famous overlord of the Northern Green Forest Dongfang Wuyi is the proudest treasure knife in his life, but it was used to shave by the three young dreamers, hahaha, is it ridiculous?

Lao Wang replied: Yes, since I heard the story of Dongfang Wuyi's beard knife, I have blushed for him, and I am embarrassed to go to the neighbor's house to talk about family life.

Dongfang Wuyi roared angrily, like an angry leopard, and like those good people in the streets and alleys who were bullied and humiliated by the ruffians and hooligans who couldn't bear it and finally broke out in anger, and pounced on Meng classmate with their bare hands.

At this time, Dongfang Wuyi had completely shielded himself from being a martial arts master, but an ordinary reckless man who was overwhelmed by anger and had no martial arts routines at all, as if he was just going to strangle his classmates to death with all his heart.

Yume-san was still very intently shaving his beard, as if there was no distraction in his sight.

Dongfang Wuyi pounced on him, and Meng had just finished shaving, and then, with a slight flick of his wrist, the blade slashed through the air with a silver light, and "snorted" into Dongfang Wuyi's throat.

Dongfang Wuyi's figure suddenly paused like a machine toy that had run out of energy, and then, stretching out his hands to cover his throat, as if he was going to dig something, red blood rushed out from between his fingers.

His eyes were still staring at classmate Meng fiercely, full of unwillingness and anger, however, his body slowly fell to the ground, his eyes were still angry, but he was already exhausted, and he couldn't look at it.

"Three less. "Sixth Uncle" walked over, his footsteps did not have a trace of respect for the deceased, stepped on the corpse of Dongfang Wuyi, and came to the front of classmate Meng.

Classmate Meng nodded and said, "Sixth Uncle, fortunately you came in time, otherwise you would ......"

"Sixth Uncle" stretched out his leg and kicked Dongfang Wuyi's corpse, looking extremely angry, and said: "Since yesterday, I have arranged for people to pay attention to the movements of all parties in the capital at any time, and not long after you and Miss Hong left the capital, I received news of the movements of the Dongfang brothers, and immediately organized personnel to come over. ”

Meng turned around and grabbed Hong Qingyi's hand, frowned slightly, and said, "Your injury is not light. Sixth uncle, in the future, in the capital, Miss Hong will trouble you to take care of it. ”

Hong Qingyi said: "I...... I, I'm fine......"

"Sixth Uncle" said: "Third Shao, I understand. ”

"That's it," classmate Meng let go of Hong Qingyi's hand, got into the cab of the carriage, didn't say anything more, raised the whip, drove Ma Yang to kick, and drove away.

Hong Qingyi looked at the shadow of the carriage that was gradually moving away, his eyes were stupid.

"Sixth Uncle" coughed lightly and said, "Girl, it won't be long before the third young man comes back." ”

Hong Qingyi let out a soft "um".

A man who was close couldn't help but say, "Sixth Uncle, will the third young man really come back?"

"Sixth Uncle" eyes were filled with a kind of perseverance and trust: "Yes." ”

"However, Sanshao is now forced to leave the capital......"

This was originally a great rebellion and should never have been said.

However, the "Sixth Uncle" didn't bother with him, but just said lightly: "There are many, many decisions in battle, but what is determined by the final victory is often not an indomitable attack - no matter how sharp the blade is, if it is never-ending cutting, it will become dull, and only when the timely Taoguang is diligent in sharpening can he show his edge when it is time to show." During this time, Sanshao was too sharp, so he was the first to be caught up. It's time for him to keep a low profile. "

"Sixth Uncle" looked up at the sky, the sky that had just been bright and bright was actually full of dark clouds, the north wind was howling, as if it was going to snow again, and then glanced at the battlefield that had been completely cleared, and said in a deep voice: "Give a horse to Miss Mahong, go, go back." ”

When it snowed, Meng's carriage had already galloped fifty miles away.

It's a small village with a nice view.

A vast field, although only a bare land was left after being harvested by the farmer, its fertility can be seen in the gray-brown mud layer.

At the end of the field is a clear stream, trickling crisp, which must be able to make more than a dozen families built next to the stream feel more pastoral fun in addition to the harvest celebration.

In fact, here, it has deviated from the official way.

It's not that classmate Meng doesn't know that the official road is easier to walk, but now, even he has lost his direction.

Back to Dreamer?

It's not that I'm worried that I won't be able to explain to the old man, and it's not because it's difficult to explain in front of a few women at home with Mrs. Fu's mother and son, but that the anticlimactic way of doing things is not the style of classmate Meng.

Since the game has begun, since he ambushed the chess pieces in the capital, he will never give up halfway, thus destroying the rules of his life.

The most important thing is that they shouldn't have ravaged Yao Yan (Fu Gongwei's wife) so cruelly!

Although Fu Gongwei died because of the mistakes he made, his woman is absolutely innocent and will never be violated by anyone!

Once, a woman who loved him deeply asked him, why do you want to be a killer?

He was silent for a long time before he slowly replied: Being a killer is more often not for personal improvement, but for better protection of some people.

The carriage turned across the stream and walked slowly along the path in front of the row of houses.

In such a cold weather, it is natural for people to close the doors and windows and warm themselves in the house.

Well, it seems, everywhere, there are curious humans.

No, a closed wooden door suddenly babbled half of the way, poking out a little dark head, staring at the round eyes, looking at the dream classmate curiously for a while, and then full of surprise shouted: "Mom, it's a carriage." ”

A woman's voice in the room said, "The carriage must have come from a long distance, but there are no distant relatives in this area." ”

A man's deep voice said, "Aren't you lost?" ”

The little head shrank in, and the door closed.

Inside the carriage, Mrs. Fu's voice came out: "Sanshao, I'm really embarrassed for you." ”

She knew that if it weren't for their mother and son, Sanshao would have stayed anywhere, and the main reason why they stayed away from the official road and prosperity was that they didn't want their mother and son to be disturbed.

Meng said, "Sister-in-law, I'll make a bet with you." ”

Mrs. Fu was surprised: "What kind of bet?"

Classmate Meng grabbed the reins and said, "I'll count dozens, and this family will open the door again." ”

Mrs. Fu said: "Uh......"

In fact, before Meng began to count, the door opened again just now, and two people, one big and one small, walked out, the big one was a tall middle-aged man, and the small one was the curious baby who poked his head out just now.