readx;? c_t; Mu Xinshu felt inexplicable, that Handang not only had a dark beard, but also a slight sign of graying in his hair. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info [Latest Chapter Reading] (Advertisement) -.79xs.- Looks like he's in his forties, he's a kid in his twenties, call him uncle, what's the problem. But looking at the cold dang who looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, Mu Xinshu was not good at opening his mouth casually.

According to Dongwu Tianmu, it is best not to easily offend the cold dang in front of him. Because this guy is not only a little powerful in the eyes of Dongwu Tianmu, but also not to be easily offended. Once he gets angry, Handang's difficulty will be even worse than that of Dongwu Tianmu.

Dongwu Tianmu is already very difficult, and this is very clear in the pastoral book. With such an attitude towards Han Dang, he was naturally unwilling to easily offend Han Dang in front of him.

After laughing for a while, Handang calmed down, ignoring the strange and annoyed gazes of the others in the tavern. Han Dang patted Mu Xinshu's shoulder with a smile, and his tone was cheerful, "Okay, tell me, who asked you to come to me Han Dang? I remember, my old friends, one by one, either went to the ground for peace, or died!"

Mu Xinshu smiled awkwardly and said softly, "Uncle Handang, who sent the kid to find you, it doesn't matter 1 The important thing is this knife, your friend told me, if I take out this knife, you will know who it is!"

Mu Xinshu showed the long knife given to him by Dongwu Tianmu from behind him, which was a long knife that looked quaint, 'fine', and elegant. When Mu Xinshu saw this knife, he didn't think there was anything strange about this long knife. >>>In his opinion, this knife is just an ordinary 'fine' steel long knife.

However, when Han saw the long knife taken out of Mu Xinshu's hand, the originally hazy pair of eyes suddenly became 'fine' and 'shot', shining brightly!

A brisk step rushed to Mu Xinshu's side, Han Dang stretched out his hand and directly snatched the long knife in Mu Xinshu's hand, and asked Mu Xinshu in a deep voice, "Who asked you to come? Is it a small man, a little white face?"

Mu Xinshu was stunned, but he was suddenly frightened by the momentum of the cold dang, this guy who looked drunk and hazy just now, became majestic in a blink of an eye.

Mu Xinshu couldn't see what kind of strength the middle-aged drunkard Han Dang in front of him had. Even he couldn't see a cultivator who had cultivated, and he was definitely a strong cultivator who was higher than him.

Mu Xinshu nodded to Han Dang with some uncertainty, "If you really want to discuss it carefully, the person who asked me to do this is indeed a small man, if you have a white face, even if your face is white, then it is him!"

Mu Xinshu's slightly humorous answer did not make the expression on Han Dang's face happy. On the contrary, he stared at Mu Xinshu with a 'gloomy' face, and his voice was cold and chilling, "Sure enough, it's him! Then don't you know that if you come to me with this knife, it is very likely that you will die because of it?"

Mu Xinshu shook his head, "This can't be, right? The kid and the uncle have nothing to do with each other, and they don't know each other, so the uncle has no reason to kill the kid, right?"

Han Dang sneered all over his face, "Boy, are you really stupid or fake stupid? Don't you know that this knife is a knot in your Uncle Han Dang's heart that will never be untied? That guy didn't tell you that the knife you are holding in your hand will make me angry? And once I get angry, sometimes even I am afraid! What is your little fate!"

Mu Xinshu was stunned, although he had expected this situation, but at this time, in the face of Han Dang's understated tone, he didn't take his life as a thing, which still made Mu Xinshu feel a little scared.

Mu Xinshu shook his head, blinked with sincerity on his face, and said, "To tell you the truth, that friend of yours didn't tell me anything else! I'm just an errand runner, he said, let me bring this knife to you, and you will naturally know what he means! As for the rest, he didn't tell me!"

Han Dang squinted, stared at Mu Xinshu with a cold face, and after a long time, he said in a deep voice, "Hehe! It turns out that he is just a reckless boy! Then you think like this, but you are very wrong! My friend, let you bring this knife to me. But if he wants to kill you, is there any deep hatred between you and him?"

Mu Xinshu hurriedly shook his head, "No! I met him in Pingshui, and I have nothing to do with it! Uncle, it can't really be like this, right? Just bring a knife, how can you make the uncle ask for the boy's 'life'? Uncle, can you do this, there is no grudge between me and you, right?"

"Grievances, grievances are big!" Han Dang's eyes suddenly became hazy and 'confused' again, but in his tone, there was a feeling that made Mu Xinshu's heart chill, "This knife, for me, is not a good memory! Although decades have passed, every time I see this knife, I feel angry! I want to be angry, angry me, can destroy the world!"

Mu Xinshu was stunned, his face was strange, could it be that things were really like what Dongwu Tianmu said? This middle-aged drunkard was cold, if he really wanted to get angry, he would be even more difficult than Dongwu Tianmu, and he would even really kill him?

Mu Xinshu's expression was full of apprehension, completely in Han Dang's eyes, and he shook his head gently, but Han Dang had a smile on the corner of his mouth, hazy eyes, a mouth full of wine, and that beard, which made Han Dang look a little hazy.

"Alas, memories, memories!" Han Dang's tone was embarrassed, his expression was emotional, and he looked at the long knife in his hand with hazy eyes, but suddenly fell into a deep memory.

The long knife didn't even pull out its scabbard, Mu Xinshu looked at the long knife and felt ordinary. But in Handang's view, it seems that a lot of things can be seen from that long knife.

"This old guy, but he really gave me a big problem! How dare I do this kind of thing?" Shaking his head, Han Dang sighed, and looked back at Mu Xinshu with a strange expression, "A 'hairy' boy, with a drunkard like me, can he achieve great things? It's also a shame that this old guy can think of it, alas, it's really a blink of an eye, but more than a hundred or ten years have passed! This time, how can it be lost so quickly, and it will disappear in the blink of an eye!"

Mu Xinshu honestly stood beside Han Dang, listening to the middle-aged uncle's muttering, Mu Xinshu's performance was in the clouds, he couldn't understand what this middle-aged drunkard meant.

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