Many years later, people gradually forgot that this person named Lu Chuan!

Lu Chuan often forces himself to think about some past events and past people, but it is in vain, because memories always slowly dissipate in the long river of time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Slowly, he didn't bother to think about it, isn't it good to be like this now? Eat and drink without worry, accompanied by wine, cold wind, cold rain, and leisure! Life is like this, and it is also fast!

In the thatched hut, a faint light was cast from the outside, and Lu Chuan half-squinted, looking at the wine jug on the wall. After a long time, a majestic wind blew by, slightly lifting the half-fallen thatch outside the hut, and a fine light flashed in Lu Chuan's eyes!

Lu Chuan slowly turned his head and looked out the window. The eyes are melancholy, profound, and a little indispensable!

"You still haven't changed!" a faint voice came from outside.

"Really?" Lu Chuan chuckled disdainfully. In fact, change or not change no longer matters to him. Time has long since made him lose interest in the rivers and lakes, except for the knife...... His eyes swept over the sword that had always accompanied him.

The person breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "What I'm saying is that your murderous aura still exists!"

Lu Chuan ignored it and walked straight out of the door.

"Did you bring the wine?" Lu Chuan stared at the visitor.

"How could I forget this, they are waiting for you, waiting for their new master. As he spoke, he lifted a bottle of Shaoxing old wine and handed it to Lu Chuan.

"The organization has spent a lot of time searching for your whereabouts over the years, who would have thought that the fierce knife of the past would be on the edge of this desert desert!"

Lu Chuan took the wine bottle, broke the cap with one palm, and drank it with his head up. He burped hard and said, "So what, aren't you still looking for it now!"

The person who came with the same face reached out and took out a black pistol and put it on Lu Chuan's head,

"You can't hide, come back with me, the organization needs people like you!"

Lu Chuan didn't pay attention to it, turned his head and looked at the man, his eyes met, and the two of them met!

"Loose Horse, do you think you will go back to his master?" Lu Chuan pulled away the pistol against his head with his hand, he understood this person's character. He thought that the Order would come to him, because the Order would not allow a loose horse to run on the prairie. It's just that I didn't expect that the person who came would be him...... This cold-faced killer who was trained by himself!

The corners of the person's mouth were slightly raised, but his eyes still showed a trace of pain and helplessness, and he directly threw the pistol in his hand into the distance.

"You're still so self-righteous!" he said that he took out the cloth bag on his back, opened it, and a silver-white pole of more than two meters snatched to reveal a fierce light!

"Again, you can't hide, even if I die, the organization won't give up! If you die, I'll bury you in the desert, I know that's what you want. ”

Lu Chuan poured another sip of wine, and many wine stains dripped down the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you!"

The sun shines brightly today, breathlessly in the empty and hot desert. Lu Chuan looked at the cyan mountain knife hanging in the corner of the wall, as if he could hear it hissing, and a force was surging in his body...... It's been a long time since I've felt this way.

Lu Chuan held the cyan mountain knife, his blood was surging, like a rhinoceros that had lost its horns and had grown new horns, like a tiger that had lost its teeth and had new teeth, and like an old man who had grown from a new life.

He stared ahead with half-squinted eyes, a knife in his hand, the world was worry-free, and it was like death for Rao.

Leng Mian looked serious, the head of the spear was against the ground, and he jumped on the yellow sand, and the silver spear rubbed the ground, and sparks flew everywhere.

Lu Chuan didn't move, and at a distance of one meter from Lu Chuan, the head of the cold noodle gun suddenly lifted up and drove a piece of yellow sand.

Lu Chuan's pupils shrank, and in an instant, the cyan mountain sword turned into countless cyan lights and shadows in his hand, sword light and gun shadows, and the two had already touched each other dozens of times.

One inch is short and one inch is dangerous, one inch is long and one inch is strong!

Not long after, several blood holes appeared on Lu Chuan's body, which were left by the silver spear. And the cold-blooded right chest was also torn open by the mountain knife, blood flowed out, and the tender flesh turned out of the wound was also clearly visible.

The smell of blood aroused the bloodthirsty madness in the hearts of the two even more, and the eagle-like eyes stared at the opponent tightly, even if the other party had the slightest slackness, then they would mercilessly stab the sharp weapon in their hands into his heart!

"Drink!"

Leng Mian roared angrily, holding the end of the gun in his hand, and swept through thousands of troops with extraordinary momentum.

Lu Chuan's mountain knife stood on his chest.

"Block!"

With the huge force of shock, Lu Chuan's entire body retreated a few points, and the tiger's mouth was even more numb! But this kind of move was full of flaws for short weapons, and the knife edge of the mountain opening knife slipped, and Lu Chuan's whole person tilted, kicked under his feet, and directly perched in front of him. The opening knife force splits the cold chest.

Leng Mian's face changed dramatically, and it was too late to resist with the silver gun, his body instantly leaned back, and he hit Lu Chuan's knife handle with one kick, and he had already withdrawn the silver gun with his strength. The head of the gun was against the ground, supporting the body that was about to fall, and the whole person flew up, kicking Lu Chuanmian with both feet, and still defending as an attack.

Lu Chuan's face remained unchanged, he couldn't strike a blow, and he had already made preparations. Seeing the cold face kick, his elbow was against it, and he instantly moved away from the attack range of the cold face silver spear.

took advantage of your illness to kill you, and his cold eyes stared. Straight to catch up, the silver spear in his hand is like a sharp arrow out of the string, roaring.

Lu Chuan's eyes narrowed, looking at the murderous cold face, and he felt all kinds of feelings in his heart, wasn't he like this back then? He smiled unnaturally self-deprecatingly on his face, and his body suddenly moved forward. Seeing Lu Chuan's performance like this, Leng Mian was stunned for a moment, and then relieved. Maybe this is the best result of a generation of heroes!

"Poof!"

The silver spear pierced Lu Chuan's left chest, which was where the heart was!

The scorching sun is setting in the west, and the remnant sun is like blood, sprinkled on the desolate yellow sand, reflecting the lonely figure of Lu Chuan!

Leng Mian pulled out his silver spear and stared at the dying man.

"Is it worth it?"

This, Lu Chuan didn't want to answer at all, there was nothing worth it in his world, he had never known what he wanted to do, so he did it.

Blood soaked Lu Chuan's clothes, the yellow sand and long clothes swayed in the breeze, and the red and blood under the residual sun shone brightly!