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Late at night. The moon is bright and the stars are scarce. Nangong Mansion.

The little attic of the Seventh Lady was still lit.

The bright moon and the faint yellow light intersected on the window paper, making the lonely hanging figure seem particularly blurry and lonely.

Pedal and pedal - after a while of the sound of soft footsteps on the stairs, a tall figure slowly walked up the stairs to the small building, and then stopped in front of the attic door, he knocked lightly on the door, and called softly: "Wan'er, didn't you sleep?"

The people inside seemed to be in the fugue too empty, and the people outside the door shouted a second time before they came back to their senses, but their voices were very tired, as if they were tired from hiking over the mountains and mountains before they could rest, but their voices were still very gentle: "Oh, it's the master, I'm sorry, I feel unwell tonight, I'm afraid it will sweep away the master's interest." You go to the sixth one. ”

The outsider said gently: "It doesn't matter, what matters is whether you asked Mrs. Chen to come over and take a look." Illness starts with shallow Chinese medicine, don't fall into the root of the disease. ”

The people inside said gratefully: "Thank you for your concern, I have already taught someone to find Mrs. Chen, and he said that there is no big problem, just rest more." I'm waiting here and haven't slept yet, just to talk to you so as not to upset you. The outsiders seemed to want to laugh and harmonize the atmosphere, but they seemed to be shackled by something to shackle the muscles and nerves of the laughing face, causing the gentle voice to carry a hint of stiffness: "The body is important, you rest, good night." ”

"Good night. ”

The person outside the door turned around and could see his face, although he leaked the secret that his life had gone through for more than sixty years, but the angular outline, the sharp and majestic bearing, a kind of control majesty of the superior, there was no trace of hiding, as if it was a very signboard warning to you, he was not a person to provoke at will.

Old Man Nangong went down to the attic and returned to his study. Sitting in front of his copywriting, on the soft Taishi chair under the bookshelf, staring at the bright moon outside the window in a daze, in fact, his eyes were a little confused and hazy.

The door of the study was dark, and a middle-aged man with a tall figure appeared. The reason why the whole room makes people feel suddenly dark is because the middle-aged man is wrapped up and down, as if wrapped in zongzi - well, it is "wrapped" and cannot be described by wearing, at least, if "wearing", it is absolutely impossible to be so tight, a set of clothes that seem to be carried out of the ink slurry, directly highlighting the developed muscles of all parts of his body, making people wonder if this person has a habit of muscle show. As for this person's face, it is not very distinctive, and even if it is, his expression is not shocked, as if, even if there is a knife on his neck suddenly, it will not change anything.

Hey, if the classmate in the dream was here, he would definitely conclude within a second that this was a professional killer! Then, in a tone of a passer-by, he criticized fiercely: You are a killer, what are you dragging, what kind of muscle show are you doing, you are probably very worried that all mankind in the world does not know your profession, you are really ignorant and naïve!

The man in black said respectfully: "Boss, the things you explained have eyebrows." ”

The old man Nangong tapped his fingers on the table: "Did you meet with Qin Tianchang at the 'Miaoyun' Drama Theater?"

The man in black nodded and shook his head immediately.

Old man Nangong: "Huh?"

The man in black said: "Qin Changtian is indeed in Miaoyun, but as before, he has not met with the Seventh Lady. ”

Old Man Nangong nodded, closed his eyes slightly, then opened his eyes, and his tone became indifferent: "So, there are other people?"

The man in black said: "Yes." ”

Old Man Nangong's eyes flashed, and his voice was even colder: "What person?"

Man in Black: "A young man." ”

Old Man Nangong exhaled lightly and waved his hand: "Go ahead." ”

Without any hesitation, the man in black immediately turned around.

The old man of Nangong took out a book from the bookshelf, as if he wanted to read it at night, however, after only roughly turning two pages, he rudely threw the book to the other side, staring at the silent night, his eyes flashed with ruthlessness and ruthlessness, and he whispered softly, like a wizard reciting a spell: "No matter who you are, if you dare to beat me Nangong Xuan's woman's idea, you must have the consciousness of death." ”

In the dream, I never thought that I had the consciousness of death.

He has always believed that death needs to be prepared. For example, some drunken good comrades and classmates know that drunk driving will cause serious consequences to themselves and others to lose property and even destroy their lives, but they still use their cars as airplanes on the road to vent their pleasure of looking for death, because they have been fully prepared for death for a long time, and they are always ready to face death.

Yes, death is always reserved for those who are prepared.

Dream deeply felt that he was completely unprepared. At least, without a wife - oh, no, it seems like there's a ready-made one in the house, right? The problem is that the newlywed, the honeymoon period has passed, more than three months, the original dream tour actually did not touch his delicate and beautiful wife, this one thing alone, made the dream classmates very entangled, both indignant that he faced his flowery wife and stupidly guarded his pathetic principles, and couldn't help but praise how great he was, leaving a beautiful woman to let herself pass over, and she could save the embarrassment of no house, no car, no ticket, no face, and picked up an original daughter-in-law in vain.

Thank you Sanlu, thank you for gutter oil, thank you for clenbuterol, thank you for black-hearted rice, thank you for pesticide dishes, thank you for heel milk tea, it is you who have given you a chance to be a new person, after you have been so cruelly tempered, so that when I see the light of day, I understand the preciousness of life, I will be in such a world full of environmental protection, never let down your affectionate teachings and reminders, live my wonderful life.

A tree, a pot of wine, a green clothes.

The leaves dance in the night breeze.

The aroma is light and elegant.

Tsing Yi fluttered gently in the breeze.

A group of carriages and horses had to come slowly.

At the beginning, a flag was erected next to a carriage, on which were written the four big characters "Feiyun Dart Bureau".

On both sides of the carriage, there are two horsemen, four horses and four fierce men.

This was followed by twelve carriages, sixteen on horseback, that is, a total of twenty people.

Thirteen carriages dragged thirteen long wooden boxes, and from the dull sound of wheels and the traces of crushing, it was conceivable that the contents they carried were heavier, in other words, perhaps more valuable.

After all, walking at night is suitable for the cover and concealment of the Qiangliang bandits. Unless, the things being escorted are very precious, and you need to play a mental and power game with the opponent who is ready to attack.

Apparently, they saw the people under the tree, and the carriages and horses stopped.

The first four people rode four horses, leaving two people and two horses, and the other two gently patted their horses and stepped forward quickly, and then stopped three feet away from the big tree.

Two people, one face is a little square, white, like a sparrow's whiteboard was violated by the high temperature, resulting in a slight deformation;

The two glanced at each other, and the undisguised puzzled eyes made the audience directly complain that their expressions had no depth at all.

The square-faced man's palm slowly touched his waist, and his eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness that would rather kill than indulge. The black-faced man reached out and pressed his arm, shook his head slightly, and then said to the man in Tsing Yi under the tree: "Young man, are you waiting for someone?"

The man in Tsing Yi under the tree said lightly: "I'm drinking." ”

The black-faced man said, "I know you're drinking."

However, I also know that when I drink, I can wait for someone. ”

The man in Tsing Yi under the tree agreed: "Reasonable." ”

The black-faced man's eyes flashed coldly: "A lot of truths are summed up by people after experiencing all kinds of painful life setbacks, even at the cost of bloodshed. ”

The man in Tsing Yi under the tree sighed softly: "I'll rub, why are you so reasonable." However, I usually don't reason with reasonable people. ”

The black-faced man said curiously, "So, what would you do with a reasonable person?"

Tsing Yi under the tree said: "Drink." ”

The black-faced man laughed, suddenly jumped out of the saddle, walked to him, did not have any intention of harming others, and did not have the intention of preventing avian flu and AIDS, picked up the cup on the stone, poured himself wine, and then drank it all. He shook his head, turned his head to the other man's face and said, "Second brother, throw my wine and two big bowls over." ”

The square-faced man raised his hand, and a leather wine bag and two bowls flew over. The black-faced man took the wine and the bowl, pulled out the wine sac stopper, and sure enough, it was a good wine, the wine did not appear, and the rich aroma was already in the air.

The two drank three bowls in a row.

"Happy!"

The black-faced man stood up, threw the bowl away, but didn't take back his wine bag, stared at the man in Tsing Yi and sighed: "Young man, I'm busy now, I can't drink well with you, if we have a chance in the future, let's not get drunk and go home, okay?"

The man in Tsing Yi shook his head: "Not good." ”

The black-faced man was slightly stunned and said, "Not good?"

The man in Tsing Yi suddenly asked very politely: "Is the wine I drank just now yours?"

The black-faced man said, "It looks like it was poured out of my wine bag." ”

The man in Tsing Yi said helplessly: "In this way, I owe you, hey-"

Black-faced man: "......."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the cool breeze of the silent night, Huo Ran broke through the air and swept out three black shadows.

Bumper Bumper!

Bumper bumper bumper!

Three black shadows, like three angry arrows, were projected in the crowd of dart cars, and in the blink of an eye, the more fragile executioners were instantly killed eight in seconds!

Severed limbs, leaving the head of the neck, flying out of the intestines and stomachs of the viscera, as if a bear child has completely destroyed a toy that he was tired of playing with without a trace of emotion and then threw it away.

The smell of blood almost froze the air.

The man in Tsing Yi actually poured wine for himself very casually, as if what was happening in front of him, not to mention that it had nothing to do with him, and it was probably just a relatively large-scale entertainment human magic show.

The black-faced man glanced at him, too late to study. Eh, it should be investigated how he can face such a bloody scene without a trace of panic, but seeing a black shadow pounce on the square-faced man who came back to the rescue, he knew the skills of the square-faced man, however, he only touched the other party slightly, and then quickly fell out, and a huge blood flower burst out of his right shoulder near his collarbone.

The black-faced man was terrified, and said hatefully: "Wushan has three knives, and thieves also have a way, are you so slashed and killed, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

While rushing through like thunder and lightning.

Sew!

Sew!

Poof!

Poof!

The two dart men who were left behind to guard the carriage at the very moment, and there was no suspense under the attack of the other two black shadows, one after the other was injured and fell, they were all seriously injured, one had at least five ribs cut off, and one had a leg cut off, and the combat effectiveness was completely lost!

The arrival of the black-faced man obviously can't change anything because of the moth fighting the fire, but he still comes!

Because, here, these people are not only his men, but also, his brothers!

The living people, their eyes just looked at him quietly, and no one muttered "Big brother, let's go quickly" and other boring lines, because they knew that this was a matter of course, and if the big brother fell, they must be like this.

Brothers, not only can they sing together in KTV with heart-rending passion, but also calmly face bloodshed and death together.

Three men in black, they all hung knives, and the tips of the knives slowly dripped blood.

They didn't do it immediately, even though they had now formed a triangle to encircle and kill the black-faced man.

In the end, Du Liuru, the "dart king" who resounded all over the rivers and lakes, is not a soft persimmon that can be kneaded by others.

The weapon of the "Dart King" Du Liuru is a nine-foot-long steel spear.

The man in black on the left said slowly: "The surname is Du, do you know why we didn't do it to you before you got the steel gun?"

"Dart King" Du Liuru exhaled lightly: "Maybe, you just want to see Du's performance of playing with a steel gun, or perhaps, you hearsay that Du's steel gun is pressed on your reputation, and you just want to confirm something." But, no matter what kind of intentions you have, you killed and injured my brother, and Du will accompany you to the end. ”

"Okay, sure enough, it's a man!"

"Let's go!"

Mulberry!

The steel gun and a blade made love, and the violent friction burst out sparks that were more beautiful than love.

Du Liuru's wrist strength exploded, causing the huge shock produced by the steel gun to buzz, and at the violent earthquake, there was a muffled snort, and the knife fell backwards, obviously because the arm holding the knife was numb and painful, and it was easy to be killed.

An inch long, an inch strong.

The steel gun is nine feet, which undoubtedly has the advantage of long-range attacks.

Soon, the "Wushan Three Knives" realized the key to this.

The great man said that in battle, weapons are a very important factor, but in the end, it is the people who determine the victory.

Through a quick recombination, the two people with two knives were entangled and resisted the attack of the steel gun, and the other person secretly Chen Cang used the rolling knife method of lying on the ground to penetrate Du Liuru's chassis and approached the empty defense area.

So, in an instant, Du Liuru's spear lost all its advantages in hand-to-hand combat.

The other two who were originally suppressed by the steel gun and were almost so depressed that they vomited blood were suddenly unrestrained, like a gray wolf who had been hungry for several days and bumped into a pleasant goat, salivating and revealing the incomparable yearning and pursuit, as if the passion accumulated for the realization of today's ideals was released without any omission!

Accumulation of power, just for one blow!

In the face of three deadly attacks, Du Liuru had lost all his attack ability, and even defended with some difficulty tearing down the east wall and making up the west wall.

Dangdang!

Puff puff!

Du Liuru tried his best, but he only blocked the fatal three slashes, but he was still hit by three palms, and his tall body was knocked away, and the steel gun fell under the tree, and the nail of the "grab" was at the feet of the man in Tsing Yi, and the distance between the tip of the gun and the tip of the leather shoes of the man in Tsing Yi was about three inches.

The man in Tsing Yi under the tree had just poured a glass of wine, and was just about to put it in his mouth, when he saw the flying steel gun, the originally calm look on his face became very painful.

He was looking at the tip of the steel spear, which was piercing through the sac that should still be half of the wine, and the liquor was flowing.

He stared at the wine flowing on the ground in a daze, and his eyes were full of pity, as if the lover with whom he had just decided to die had been indifferently knocked down by a mud truck loaded with thirty tons of concrete and ran over her without an inch of it.

Du Liuru looked at the man in Tsing Yi, supported the ground with his elbow, and remembered the appearance, but his mouth suddenly opened, and the blood of "wow" spurted wildly.

The man in Tsing Yi shook his head lightly: "It's almost dying, and it's still hard, how bitter." To be a man, to live, to live freely, to die, to die easily. ”

Du Liuru vomited out the remaining blood in his mouth and smiled bitterly: "My life is no longer my own." When you embark on this path, you have to be responsible for your brothers. ”

Tsing Yi said: "So, you're not ready to die?"

Du Liuru turned his head to look at his dead brother lying on the ground, and looked at his "Wushan Three Knives" with ironic eyes like a cat playing with mice, and suddenly wanted to cry, they trusted themselves, they begged for a life with themselves, and even many people were the pillars of the family, and now, they are dead, and their family is about to face the tragic experience of family ruin, but they have no ability to do even a little bit for the things behind them.

"Woooooooo

Du Liuru really cried.

“........”

“.......”

“.......”

What's the situation?

Man old dog, what about the good blood without tears?

Even the square-faced man and the group of dart masters cried in the end.

The strange thing is that the "Wushan Three Knives" actually removed the sarcastic expression on their faces, and they all looked dignified, no, respect.

often walks in the rivers and lakes, and it is inevitable that he will not be stabbed.

The rivers and lakes are a road of no return.

However, in order to survive, the only way to do this is to go against the grain.

In the rivers and lakes, there is no real sense of justice and evil, only, in order to survive, everyone chooses a different way, and then takes the road they choose.

The people in Tsing Yi were finally moved.

In the dream, I have been cruising in the dark and bloody to feel the bloody cases caused by all kinds of power dumping, and I have shared the life and death under the conflict of interests, but I have never enjoyed the most primitive touch of life.

He sighed softly, stood up, and said to Du Liuru: "Tonight, I drank three bowls of wine from you, and I owe you a favor, and now I pay you back." ”

Du Liuru was stunned.

Meng turned his eyes to look at the "Wushan Three Knives" and said slowly: "Death is always reserved for those who are prepared, are you ready?"

The "Wushan Three Knives" were all stunned, and almost blurted out the words "You are a nervous disease", however, when they met the eyes of this young man, suddenly, a huge invisible force, as if it had become a bundle of textured chains to bind them firmly, forcing them to lose the most fundamental ability to resist, and could only answer the teacher's question like a schoolboy: "Ready." ”

Whew――

As soon as their words fell, they fell silent.

The man in Tsing Yi is gone.

Du Liuru stared at the "Wushan Three Knives" with an incredible expression.

They only had a very vague feeling just now, and the man in Tsing Yi seemed to have turned into a broken dead leaf and floated towards the "Wushan Three Knives" in the autumn wind, and then quickly turned into a whole and fell back to the same place, and then, it turned into a gust of wind and disappeared without a trace.

The eyes of the "Wushan Three Swords" were very flat, as if even if the sky collapsed in front of them, they would not be able to hit their strength. However, a red line has begun to slowly appear in their throats, and their bodies have collapsed, so that they have been betrayed, and they, it turns out, have been cut off from life.

The blood is still coming out and the wound has coagulated.

"What a fast knife!"

The square-faced man couldn't help but praise loudly.

Du Liuru said lightly: "It's not a knife, it's a fingernail." ”

Several people came over and stared at it for a long time, and finally palpitated: "It's nails." ”

Hiss -

Everyone couldn't help but gasp in unison.

"Who is he?"

Du Liuru sighed softly: "No matter who he is, our 'Feiyun Dart Bureau' owes him." ”