In the dream, the classmate walked up to the old driver Fubo, squatted down, reached out and grabbed his still intact left hand, and felt his pulse. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Hong Qingyi said lightly: "Don't look at it, it's the powerful King Kong palm of Shaolin Temple." ”

Classmate Meng frowned slightly, and said, "It seems that there is still the flame palm power of the Kongtong faction sandwiched inside." ”

"Huh?" Hong Qingyi turned around, and his left shoulder armor was close to his collarbone, and there was a scorch mark that seemed to be burned by flames, which should have been caused by the sharp sword qi.

Obviously, although the battle just now was short enough for ordinary people to breathe a few breaths, it was extremely fierce and thrilling to the extreme, most likely, if it wasn't for Hong Qingyi not lowering her body at the critical moment, it would not be the sword qi that burned her clothes, but the real sword that penetrated her pipa bone or directly pierced her heart!

After all, Hong Qingyi is also a heroine of the rivers and lakes who came over with strong winds and waves, and she didn't have the fear of palpitations, so she put the sword on the table at will, and then walked to her old driver and squatted down, and took the wrist of the old driver handed over by classmate Meng.

Meng couldn't help but glance at the sword on the table, and then looked at her, and his eyes couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

Hong Qingyi hung his little head, as if he was very serious about analyzing some more accurate data from the residual strength in the old driver's body, and his thin lips opened slightly, and his tone was light, but he revealed a decisive affirmation: "What is so surprising, if Sanshao is by my side, there are still people in the world who can kill me, then it can only explain one thing, it is Sanshao who wants me to die." In other words, if Sanshao wants me to die, is there a difference between having a sword in my hand and not having a sword?"

Hey, it is said that women are born orators, their talents are always so powerful, every sentence pierces the heart, usually, when you are moved to tears, completely ignore her or have betrayed you, and religiously help her count the money for selling you.

However, men, they all like to play with swords (cheap), sometimes, knowing that women release some small deceptive things to him, but they feel more that it is a kind of woman's connotation and charm, a woman who can't play deception, is like a dead end at a glance, who is interested in walking a dead end at a glance, it seems, can't play hide and seek, what else can you play?

It is said that life is made up of countless gambling games, entrepreneurship gambling luck, investment gambling risk, marriage gambling fate, interlocking, and game gambling, and a complete life is formed.

However, Meng believes even more that life is made up of countless scams.

The so-called loyalty, its formula for schoolchildren should look like this:

Loyalty - Betrayal = Profit.

If things come to this:

Betrayal - Loyalty = Profit - Affection is at an end.

Of course, people are quite selfish animals, and it feels natural for them to hide their secrets, but they can't wait to borrow an excavator from Lanxiang Technical School to dig it out thoroughly.

Or perhaps, when a person has completely stopped caring whether the other party cheats on him, it also means that he no longer cares about the other party.

At this moment, classmate Meng, perhaps this is exactly this mood, so he has neither gratitude nor heart-rending curses: Why did you go earlier, and now you trust me, don't you know, some things are not as good as taking a bus, this shift has passed, will the next shift come? It's not like that, some things, in the past, are forever.

Meng stood up expressionlessly, walked to the window, and seemed to mutter: "Both mastering the Shaolin Temple's Mighty Vajra Palm and understanding the Kongtong Sect's Flame Palm, there should be few people in the world who can reach such a high level." ”

Hong Qingyi said: "There are only three people at most, the problem is, these three people are not." ”

Meng said, "You saw this person?"

Hong Qingyi said: "She covers her face and coils her hair, but I still know that she is a woman." ”

Classmate Meng was slightly stunned, it is really rare for a woman to practice the ultimate palm technique of gangyang.

Hong Qingyi said slowly: "Moreover, her left ring finger has a cat's eye jade wrench. ”

Meng nodded slightly, he had already guessed when he saw the clothes on her shoulder armor that were burned by sword qi just now.

Under one blow, he completely destroyed the old driver with profound skills, and was able to leave safely under Hong Qingyi's sword, such a master, one is enough.

Of course, more importantly, the masters of the Rusi realm are not big road goods after all, and they can't get to the point of dispatching in batches.

"What's even more bizarre is that," Hong Qingyi's expression was full of helplessness, "what she used was actually the swordsmanship of the Emei faction." ”

"I'll go!"

Meng couldn't help but be angry, couldn't help but think about it, a certain sparsely populated street, on the side of the road, squatting a shabby, obscene image of an old man, to a little girl who had no parents to accept after school and wandered around at a loss, grabbed a few books of cover food magic skills from the stall at his feet, and lured obscenely: Little girl, do you want to become a generation of heroines, this is Shaolin Temple's "Mighty King Kong Palm", this is the "Flame Palm" of the Kongtong faction, this is the "Eighteen Swords of the Broken Soul" of the Emei faction, this is......

What is the situation? Meng didn't want to know about it, now, he just wanted to be quiet, if he had to ask him who Jing Jing was, it was estimated that he would answer like this:

Quietly, it's wine.

Wine, what a good thing, people, drink when you are sad, drink when you are happy, drink when you are busy, drink when you are quiet.

Du Kang, the ancestor of wine-making, solved the hypnotic masterpiece for mankind to be able to calmly face joy, anger and sorrow, wine!--Du Kang is a great figure at the epic level of mankind, what is the Bell Prize in Physics and what is the Prize in Chemistry, but they omitted to set up a Jewel Soul Award, the winner, China, Du Kang.

While Meng was drinking, Hong Qingyi came over with a new dress.

Although the sword qi has not completely penetrated her clothes, a beautiful big girl visiting a man in a torn dress, whether you are casually eager to take off all your clothes, at the very least, a kind of interactive respect is a must.

Hong Qingyi said straight to the point: "Sanshao, I beg you for one thing." ”

Meng frowned slightly and said, "You say." ”

Hong Qingyi said: "Escort me home tomorrow." ”

Yume-san looked at her face, as if looking for something.

Hong Qingyi bit his lip lightly and said, "I know you may not believe it, but I still want someone to protect me." Yes, I'm as proud and willful as you think, but I'm not stupid, I don't know how to use it when I have better protection around me, and I have to blindly take risks, you say no. ”

Meng seemed to think about it for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Hong Qingyi suddenly laughed, that kind of laughter, a little fox taste, and Meng suddenly felt a little like falling into the trap of Little Red Riding Hood. couldn't help muttering: "Okay, don't sell me, okay, even if you sell me, at least, you have to give me some money." ”

Hong Qingyi poured a glass of wine, smiled slightly, gentle as water, and said, "If it is time for you to really need to sell, I will buy you." Come, for our pleasant cooperation, go one. ”

Meng said, "If you don't go, can't you?"

Hong Qingyi said: "No. ”

Meng glanced at the wine in the glass, and sighed softly: "It's okay, it's not okay if you don't drink, and it's even worse if you drink, they all say that there are too many choices in life, but when it comes to me, there is no choice." ”

With a lift of his neck, he drank the wine, but as a result, it really didn't work, his body went limp, and he slowly fell.

Hong Qingyi quietly watched Classmate Meng get drunk, but he was not surprised by his instrength in his eyes, a pair of jade wrists that deceived the frost and snow patted twice, and a handsome young man in gray walked in at the door.

The firmament, dim.

Snow.

The north wind is like a knife.

In a forest, a bonfire burned in the snow.

Next to the bonfire, there sat a masked man in black, perhaps because he was as black as ink splashed all over his body, causing a piece of skin that was half exposed when he pulled off the clothes on his arm, which looked white and greasy. It's just that at the top of his arm, there is a sword edge that is so deep that you can almost see the bones.

A small copper kettle in the shape of a wine jug was grilled on top of the bonfire, and the contents of it were filled with wine or water, boiling, and the aroma of wine overflowed, wafting in the air, and it was extremely fragrant.

It's wine.

The man in black stretched out his left hand, very white and tender, his ring finger was still wearing a ring wrench, and under the reflection of the flames, it was extraordinarily green. The copper kettle that was roasted by the fierce fire should be very hot, but he seemed to have injected a large amount of vaccine-free into the heat, and when his soft fingers held the handle of the copper kettle, it was as easy as an ordinary person holding a wine pot at room temperature, and there was no white tender finger that outsiders imagined should be seriously burned. It's just that when he poured the hot liquor of the copper kettle on the wound, his brows were tightly squeezed together, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared densely on his forehead, and at the same time, he clenched his teeth tightly, as if he was suffering from pain.

After washing away the blood stain from the wound, he opened the small bottle he had taken out earlier, used his teeth to uncork the bottle, and poured the gray and yellow powder in the bottle on the wound. Without gauze bandaging, he was ready to tear off a few strips of cloth from top of his clothes.

In the darkness of the night, a voice suddenly came: "Let me help you." ”

At the same time, behind a certain tree, a slender figure slowly walked out, also dressed in black.

Yu Qianbao.

The black-clothed man next to the bonfire didn't raise his head, and said indifferently, "What are you doing here?

Yu Qianbao shook his head lightly: "Are you funny? Why didn't I see it at all? Otherwise, you give me a smile and see if it's funny." ”

The man in black snorted lightly and said coldly: "It hasn't been long since I stayed with that dreamer hooligan, and I learned to be angry, isn't it, hmph, be careful to fill yourself in, when the time comes, you won't have a place to cry." ”

Yu Qianbao sighed: "I think, people, sometimes, even if they want to cry, it doesn't matter much, what matters is that it depends on whether I like to cry like that or not." ”

The man in black stared at him, suddenly shook his head slightly, and said softly, "You, incorrigible." ”