Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 8 Flowering on the Bone

Sikong Changfeng put away his long spear and said with a smile, "So this is the true master."

The big butcher at the opposite door was holding his eye-catching bone chopping knife, standing at the door and looking coldly at the people in the room.

The two attendants stepped aside and said in a low voice, "I'll leave it to you, Senior."

"It seems that the people on this whole street are the same as the white-browed man in the daytime. You are here to kill other people who want to go to Gufu. And you came to kill me only because we are here Open a tavern?" Bai Dongjun stepped forward and said.

The butcher glanced at Bai Dongjun and nodded, "Yes."

"It's a joke. We have never met before. I went to your shop to sell meat in the afternoon, but now you are holding a knife to kill me. Life is a very precious thing. Everyone has only one time. We have no right to deprive you of it at will. Other people's lives." Bai Dongjun explained to him patiently.He was a playboy and rebellious since he was a child, and he was known as the little overlord of the East City at the age of seven, but he always remembered what his father said to him, the most precious thing in the world is the life of the people in the world.

The butcher didn't look at Bai Dongjun any more, but just looked at Sikong Changfeng, confused: "Idiot?"

Sikong Changfeng shrugged his shoulders: "Probably, he actually wanted to reason with people like you. But he bought me a lot of drinks, and I will always pay back my favor, but I am smarter than him, so I only ask one question." Question, if we leave here immediately, can you let us go?"

The butcher's words were still terse and couldn't be more terse: "No."

"Then don't talk nonsense, let's fight!" Sikong Changfeng stepped forward with a gun, pulled Bai Dongjun back, and then went straight to the butcher with the momentum, and the spear flew out like a dragon, with an astonishing momentum.But the butcher didn't even lift his eyelids, he just raised the machete, and with a slight lift, blocked the spear.

"I know your name." Sikong Changfeng sternly said, "You will be judged by the court in your life, but you will meet Yan Luo in your death. You are Yan Luoyan of Jinkou."

"Yes." Yan Qiansui still replied flatly, swiping the machete in his hand.

His size is huge, and his machete is terrifying, but in his hand, this huge knife is as delicate and light as an embroidery needle.

Deboning and chopping meat, flowers bloom on the bones.

The exquisiteness of this saber technique has indeed reached an unfathomable level.

Sikong Changfeng's long spear was very powerful, but it was powerless to continue. After thirteen shots in a row returned without success, Sikong Changfeng was already out of breath.

"Your marksmanship is not perfect." Although Yan Qiansui's surname is "Yan", he seems to be very quiet and keeps every sentence as brief as possible.

Sikong Changfeng smiled wryly.

"I learned it secretly." Yan Qiansui's eyes lit up, and he met Sikong Changfeng's eyes.

Sikong Changfeng was startled, his hand holding the spear shook, Yan Qiantui's machete had already broken through his spear, and cut through his lapel.Sikong Changfeng retreated fiercely with his gun, and retreated to Bai Dongjun's side: "You can't beat it, let's run."

Bai Dongjun shrugged: "When you were fighting just now, I went to check the back door."

"You want to take advantage of me to entangle them here, and plan to sneak away?" Sikong Changfeng said angrily.

Bai Dongjun said seriously, "How could I be such a person?"

"So what happened to the back door?" Sikong Changfeng asked back.

"There is an old lady sitting there, slowly sewing embroidered shoes." Bai Dongjun sighed.

Sikong Changfeng scratched his head: "This is really difficult."

The butcher held the knife in his right hand, and made a gesture of invitation with his left hand: "Come again."

Sikong Changfeng picked up the spear and said in a low voice: "I still have one move, the last one. After this move, he will definitely die, but I may not survive. If I can survive, you will go Run in the direction of the door, and I'll take you out."

"What if you can't survive?" Bai Dongjun asked.

"Then we'll all die here."

"How sure are you?"

"One percent."

"[-]%? [-]% sure, do you have the face to say so swearingly?"

"Then do you have a better way?"

Bai Dongjun flicked his sleeves: "It's not unprepared for me to come all the way to open a wine shop by myself!"

"You know martial arts?" Sikong Changfeng asked confused.

Bai Dongjun let out a "bah": "If I knew martial arts, I wouldn't come out. I just ran away from home because I didn't want to practice martial arts!"

"Die." Jinkou Yan Luoyan finally lost his patience and spoke again.

Hades wants you to die in the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch.

"Undead." A person interrupted him suddenly.

Yan Qiansui's expression changed, he raised his head, and found a person sitting on the crossbeam at some point, it seemed that he had been here for a while, but he never noticed it.The man jumped off the beam and landed firmly on the ground. He was wearing soft armor, exactly the same as the two guards behind Yan Qiansui.

Kui Zheng couldn't help shouting, "Xue Zheng?"

"What an ugly name. After being called for so many days, I can finally get rid of it." The man took off his soft armor, revealing the black clothes underneath, and he grinned, "My name is Lei."

Yan Qiansui raised his eyebrows: "Which Lei? Lei from Leijiabao?"

"It can be said that although Lei Jiabao doesn't seem to like me as a disobedient disciple." The man still grinned, showing his white teeth, "But I still recognize this family."

Yan Qiansui was taken aback for a moment, the words of the person opposite reminded him of someone.This person came from the Leijiabao branch, but he was one of the best disciples of this generation. Later, he went to Tianqi City regardless of his family's opposition, and has never been heard from since.There are eight words circulating about this person in the world.

Thunder and undercurrents, killing people in sleep.

The No.1 disciple of Lei Jiabao's current generation, Lei Mengsha.

He also has another name, Baixiaotang Gongzi Bang, Zhuomo Gongzi.

The elegance is unpredictable, the songs are elegant, and the ink is full of words.

Liu Yue's peerless Mo Chen is ugly, and the prime minister's talent remains unknown.

He and Gu Jianmen, who is now under house arrest in Gu's mansion, are friends known all over the world.

Yan Qiansui sneered: "Lei Mengsha, long-awaited."

"Jiu Yang, why Jiu Yang? You are Jinkou Yanluo, and I am Zhuomo. You don't like to talk, but I can talk people to death with my mouth. We are not the same way, why bother to politely say Jiu Yang? Anyway, you can't beat me, How about the avenue facing the sky, each side walks, breaks the willows and sees them off, and separates each other?"

Yan Qiansui was about to speak, but Lei Mengsha immediately reached out to stop him: "Stop talking, I know it won't do if you don't speak. You are Yan Luo. If you don't kill people, are you here to collect rent? I don't want to stop your business either. , but you are here for the people in that house, I am his friend, although I know that he is the person who is most afraid of hurting his friends, but the so-called friends, didn't they appear at this time?" Lei Mengsha waved lightly He waved his hand, "Two little friends, please step back, I will leave the matter here to me."

Bai Dongjun frowned and looked at Sikong Changfeng: "This is the eighth son of Beili you mentioned?"

Sikong Changfeng nodded; "Yes, Zhuomo talks too much."

Bai Dongjun nodded: "It's really... talking a lot. But why did he help us?"

"Do you know why those people must kill us?" Sikong Changfeng asked him back.

Bai Dongjun shook his head lightly.

"So there are so many reasons for things in the world. If someone wants to kill you, kill you back; if someone wants to save you, just watch quietly. If you get the chance, run away!" Sikong Changfeng said in the last half. Every sentence is said word for word.

Yan Qiansui twirled the machete lightly in his hand: "Fortunately."

Lei Mengsha stretched out a finger: "You said you were lucky, but you didn't think so in your heart. You must be thinking about how you are so unlucky to meet the rumored number one young talent in Leimen, the eighth son of Beili The most difficult Mr. Zhuo Mo, I am afraid that he forgot to check the calendar when he went out today, and he forgot to report Nai Weng when he went to the grave last year. However, things in the world are so unpredictable. When you meet me, it is yours..."

"Shut up!" Yan Qiansui swung his machete and shouted angrily!
(End of this chapter)