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The Man in Black also has a habit of never wanting to be ahead of anyone.

This is certainly not because he is modest and polite, but because he would rather look at people with his eyes than with his back.

This habit was not very good, but it had allowed him to live a few more years.

Now he walked behind the stick and the golden lion.

They were reassured of him, for they knew that his sword would never come from behind.

Although he covered his face with a black scarf, he had a much better face than many people.

The long street is very quiet, only the windows of three or two houses, there are still dim lights.

When they got to the fourth house on the left side of the street, they stopped.

Like the rest of the city, this house was built in a simple and simple way, with narrow and thick doors, small and high windows, dim window paper, and dim lights.

The doors and windows were tightly closed.

The golden lion said in a deep voice: "This is it?"

The stick nodded.

The golden lion suddenly flew up. Although he was a great man, he was extremely agile in his movements, and his light skills were not weak, and with a slight touch of his toes on the eaves, he had already swept over the ridge of the roof and was out of sight.

The stick glanced back at the man in black, and then said sharply: "This is a public case, and the residents are not allowed to come out, otherwise they will be killed." ”

Before he finished speaking, the lights in the room were extinguished.

I only heard a "bang", and it was obvious that someone had broken through the window behind and wanted to escape from the window.

It's a pity that the golden lion has already prevented this.

Another exclamation.

The golden lion whispered, "Where are you going?"

Then I saw a figure on the roof, although Qinggong was not under the golden lion, but his body was much thinner, and after a little patrol, he flew towards the southeast.

The stick didn't move.

The man in black didn't seem to move.

But suddenly, he had gone up to the roof, blocking the figure's path.

The figure was startled, and his fists came out.

The man in black didn't seem to make a move.

But suddenly, the man who had struck the man had rolled off the roof and fell into the middle of the street.

The stick then walked slowly over. With his hands behind his back, he looked down at him.

The cold wind is fierce, and the heavens and the earth are killed.

His eyes looked like two awls in the cold night.

Frozen awls.