In any case, the jade-faced fox Ximen Du is also a tough guy, which makes people admire from the bottom of their hearts!

Or to say a piece, at least the righteousness is thin and cloudy, Gao Yi admires it very much!

The person is in the urn, the urn is three inches high, and the urn is half a jar of strong wine and blood, and the flesh and bones are full, and only one head is exposed.

The hair is scattered, and the face is faint.

Speaking of the head alone, one eye is missing, one ear is missing, and a blood hole is born, and the blood has condensed into a sauce purple, like a ghost, which is really shocking to look at!

It's terrible!

As Yi Bo Yuntian, Gao Yi had a lot of opinions, and Gao Yi roared angrily: "No matter who he is, no matter what he has done, you shouldn't torture him like this, killing people is not too much, this is too much!

The crowd turned a deaf ear, and he didn't know what was going on.

Since that loud roar, since that word "cool", Ximen Du has never spoken again, without saying a word.

But if you look at it, you will have one eye, and you will take one eye.

neither screamed, nor wailed.

At this time, he was looking at Gao Yi, and with his distorted and mutilated facial features, he smiled at him with only one eye.

Smile toothlessly, silently.

Gao Yixin said God, there was a burst of creepiness at the moment, and he fainted three times!

Why?

Gao Yi couldn't describe what kind of emotion was revealed in his eyes, joy, sorrow, joy, anger, sorrow, all kinds of things, only no fear, not half a point. Gao Yi knew that he was in pain, Gao Yi knew that he was very bitter, Gao Yi knew that he must have something to say, but Gao Yi didn't know why he didn't say a word, and he could laugh at himself! Gao Yi is a good man. Pretending to be Yan Daxia is also for chivalry, righteousness, generosity and tragedy. That's a kind of respect from the heart, and if you do good deeds, you have to leave his name.

In any case, Gao Yi needs an explanation.

Of course, Yan Daxia will give him an explanation, a reasonable explanation: "Look-"

Yan Beige was still sitting there with a golden knife, serious, and pointed: "This is a thousand flower tubes, a thousand needles." 10,000 cylinders. The table has long been cleaned, and there are no blood and fragments of the stumps, only the pungent smell of blood that lasts for a long time: "The steel cylinder has a built-in machine, and the hair is full of thousands of needles, and the needles are highly toxic, and the middle one is killed immediately." "The syringe is made of steel, half an inch thick, three inches long, delicate and small, and there are four cylinders on the table. Yan Bei singer said: "This benevolent brother, you stand up." Let's try the power of this thousand poisons—"

Gao Yi was stunned, and the bee woman shouted: "Yan Er, don't be foolish, in case you lose your hand......"

"Peng!" There was a loud bang, and Yi Bo Yuntian turned over on his back: "Ahhh

"There are ten needles, and there are five left, and there are not a thousand but eight hundred people who have died in Simon's hands in the past few years, because of this poisonous needle. Yan Beige sighed, put the syringe back on the table, and picked up another thing: "This one is more poisonous, this one is more ruthless, this one is called a hundred miles of lonely grave." It is a bronze bottle, and it is also small and exquisite, and the wax mouth is sealed, and its contents are not seen: "Once the lonely grave of a hundred miles comes out, there is no residual poison in ten years, and no one can afford to play with this thing, why don't you try it?"

"No! no!" Gao Yi got up with a gray face, and was quite embarrassed for a while: "Yan Daxia, you are always joking again, laughing!"

Originally, Gao Yi didn't know Ximen Du, and he had never heard of this person's heroic deeds: "Uh, this, what is this?"

"That's a hundred miles of lonely graves, and this is also a hundred miles of lonely graves. Yan Daxia's palm was spread out, and there was a pill in the palm of his hand, only the size of a bean, with white light: "This is a sealed wax pill, sealed in the teeth, once the poisonous powder is bitten, it turns into poisonous blood and poisonous flesh, and people turn into poisonous corpses, and the poisonous gas of the corpse is dispersed, and the lives are destroyed within a hundred miles." At this point, Yan Beige sighed, and finally looked at Ximen Poison: "I don't understand, how can I have a big hatred, and I will die and pull many innocents, you say-"

Simon Du didn't say anything, the ubiquitous severe pain was unbearable, Ximen Du gritted his teeth and creaked, and what shot out of his eyes was endless resentment. The two looked at each other, looked at each other, and for a moment there was no sound, and the air seemed to freeze, heavy and oppressive. Gao Yi was speechless, only feeling that the poison of the human heart was more poisonous than the poisonous needle and poisonous powder, but he generally couldn't understand why he was like this? There was still a cloth bag on the table, a small embroidered cloth bag, what was that? Could it be more poisonous?

Yan Beige looked away first and looked out the window: "Official, you can tell me." ”

"It's nothing, aphrodisiacs, knives, files, hooks, cymbals, nothing more than some things that clean up people. He Mingda spread out the cloth bag and said lightly: "You still, see for yourself." ”

"This, this, this is ......" Gao Yi stepped forward and watched for a while.

In the end, anger rose from the heart, and evil was born to the side of the guts, and he spat fiercely at the moment: "Animal!"

Seeing is believing, those things are the best evidence, this is originally a cold-blooded and perverted murderer!

Not too much, not too much, that's it, it's not too much to smelt him a hundred times!

Xu Sanxian heard all of the above.

Xu Sanxian is on the second floor, with Incompetent and Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao is playing with ants and fighting, and Incompetent looks at it with relish.

Xian'er sat alone, sitting alone and weeping, only to feel that when she came, it was like a dream.

What is the human heart?

At this time, the building was extremely quiet, and the outside of the building was already boiling, and countless people were cheering: "Yan Daxia!

Chivalry, what is it?

If you don't understand, you don't understand, but after all, everyone will understand, and it won't be long.

Simon thought to himself.

Another time.

"Farewell. He Bantou got up, bowed his hand slightly, turned around and was about to leave.

"Stay. Don't you know, Yan Daxia still has something to say: "Xue Wanli, do you remember?"

Yan Daxia was also very curious, this official was a little different, calm, talking and laughing, and he was clearly a big talent: "Remember." ”

Yan Daxia, with his head down, was studying the palm print: "Fang Yin Qiren, do you know it?"

At this time, there were only three people left on the third floor.

There is another person dressed in green clothes, with an ordinary face, but his eyes are clear and calm, and there are more than fifty people.

The true dragon sect Qingzhou hall master, Yan Chong.

The events of that year, Hall Master Yan was a witness, just like the palm print on the table: "Fang Yin?

Of course, He Bantou didn't know at this time: "Old He, you forgot, he also slashed you." ”

Yan Chong pointed and said with a smile: "On the leg, the one on the right." ”

"Huh?" He Mingda was stunned, and fell into a dream for a while: "Is it him?"

That knife was really a bit ruthless, and He Bantou still felt pain when he thought about it: "Ha! It's not! I can't think of it, haha!"

The little bandit next to the big bandit back then, Xiao Fangzi, was the famous Fang Xiaohou Ye at this time, and the world was really unpredictable.

Sure enough, it was amazing: "Smack!"

Yan Daxia printed a palm print, printed next to that palm print, this is not convinced, to compare: "Look!"

The two of them looked at it, and sure enough, it was the same, and Yan's great heroes were all over the world.

It's just a little smaller, and it is inevitable that he will fall behind again, Yan Daxia feels quite unbeautiful: "Smack!"

From the other side, a palm was imprinted, trying to win by quantity.

Don't you know, this time is like a protection like an arch, like a minister serving the king, and it is even more unbeautiful: "Bang!"

"It's a commotion!" Another palm, the pear wood table was torn apart, and the incense and candle offerings were scattered on the ground: "This, this, what is this?"

At this time, the fat shopkeeper walked upstairs with a tea tray, and he was dumbfounded: "I know!"

The incompetent last-striker came first, and he quickly rushed out: "Revenge, revenge, I want revenge!"

Incompetent has been eavesdropping, and he doesn't want to hear the name of the world's number one villain: "Incompetent Immortal Brother!

It's weird.

There will be one who understands: "Not in Shangqing, he is in the capital, incompetent fairy brother, have you made a mistake?"

The five thunders of the incompetent Great Immortal hit the top!

There will be an explanation: "Okay, shopkeeper, in the future, the food, drink and Lazar of thousands of brothers in my Qingzhou Hall will belong to you!"

The fat shopkeeper is crying with joy!

There is also an arrangement: "Official, I will wait for the abuse of lynching without the king's law, so I will go to the yamen to surrender and walk!"

He Bantou couldn't cry or laugh: "Lord Bao, this time, the bandit leader is here!" (to be continued......)