God level swordsman

Chapter 332
It was a beautiful spring day, the time was quiet and the years were like a song.

Zhang Long walked briskly, humming a little song from the little girl in the brothel, his face was full of nervousness and anxiety.

He walked this road no less than a thousand times, even to the point where he could feel through the door with his eyes closed.

At this moment, Zhang Long didn't want to close his eyes and pass by. He wanted to remember this moment and the scenery along the road, because all of these would become the best memories in his life.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang."

"you're good too."

Responding to the greetings from the maids all the way, Zhang Long stood in front of the boudoir.

The hostess inside seemed to know that he was coming, and invited him in through the curtain.

The door creaked open, and Zhang Long walked in uneasily but calmly.

The mistress was sitting in front of the dressing table with her back to him. She held rouge with her slender fingers and gently applied it on her face.

This room has a unique smell, which belongs to the mistress.

Zhang Long took a deep breath and walked behind her step by step.

"Xiaolong, Tiannan is not here, what can you do?"

Through the bronze mirror, Zhang Long looked at the dreamy face displayed on the mirror, and swallowed hard.

I had thought about the confession a thousand times before I came here, but at this moment I had completely forgotten it.

He didn't know what to say.

I love you?
I miss you?
Zhang Long still prefers the latter, but how should he say it?

"What's the matter? Did you encounter any difficulties?" The mistress asked softly without paying attention.

Ever since that trial, she felt at ease with Zhang Long. If there was such a thing as a best friend at that time, then Zhang Long was her good best friend.

The more we get along, the more relieved the mistress is, because Zhang Long has always been well-behaved, acting like a simple and honest fool.

That was Zhang Long's best memory, but it was shattered in front of him.

"Go to hell with you." The ax in Zhang Long's hand surged, and gusts of wind were stirred up by his incomparable aura, which scattered in all directions like a stormy sea.

Fierce strength, invincible faith, and endless resentment.

The flames of resentment were burning, endowing Zhang Long with unparalleled combat power.

This time, he met those eyes again.

Those eyes were as dark as ink and as gloomy as a deep pool.

He thought that under the influence of hatred, he would not be afraid of anything.

But it turned out that he was wrong.

The scene of that day suddenly appeared in Zhang Long's eyes.

On that day, the time was quiet and the years were like a song.

He walked briskly, humming a little song from the little girl in the brothel, with a nervous and uneasy expression on his face, walking in the boudoir that he could reach with his eyes closed.

That house is very fragrant, it is the smell that belongs to the mistress.

The mistress sat in front of the dressing table with her back facing him to put on makeup, her crescent eyebrows were lightly brushed, and the yellow decals on the mirror were as proud as fire.

everything is so beautiful
Zhang Long stopped on the spot holding the ax with a satisfied expression on his face.

The anti-evil envoys and Ye family's guards all looked at him in surprise.

He was obviously running towards Zhao Tai with murderous intent and killing people in all directions. He was going to kill someone at first glance. Why did his painting style suddenly change? What the hell was that wretched and satisfied expression on his face?

Dreaming in broad daylight?
He hugged the mistress, very warm.

Don't bother anyone at this time.

Quietly, an anti-evil envoy crept up to him with a steel knife.

Zhang Long's right earlobe trembled slightly, and his body instinctively sensed that danger was approaching.

Those who have been fighting for many years, come and go in the wind and rain, are most sensitive to the murderous aura and the cold breath emitted by weapons.

He knew that an enemy was approaching.

But he didn't want to wake up or move.

Zhang Long knew that as long as he moved, he could easily kill that trash who wanted to sneak up on him.

But when he moved, the mistress was gone.

He will withdraw from the warm place and return to the cold reality.

This is what Zhang Long doesn't want to see. Instead of this, it is better to die in happiness, as long as he can be with the mistress forever.

The flickering steel knife was wrapped in a strong wind, and slashed obliquely.

The blade was deeply embedded in Zhang Long's tall body, but he still stood upright.

He is happy.

boom,
Zhang Long fell down, still with a smile on his face.

In the distance, several commanders understood this scene. This is a little secret that only men understand.

But the only one who really saw through it was Bai Tian. He knew why Zhang Long was unwilling to dodge. That was because Zhang Long realized that he had tricked Zhao Tai. Even if he killed the person who attacked him, he would not be able to escape Zhao Tai's punishment in the end.

Rather than doing this, it would be better to live in a dream forever, in that world of nothingness.

The wind and sun are beautiful there, the time is quiet, and the years are like songs.

He can walk briskly to the boudoir with his eyes closed.
That's good.

The massacre is still going on, and it is not far from the death of the whole family.

Guan Yin even saw some upright anti-evil agents chasing chickens and ducks to crush them, squandering their swords and swords as if not wasting their inner strength, causing the chickens to fly and the dogs to be restless, and in the end no chickens or dogs were left.

To them, Zhao Tai's words were like an imperial decree, and they did what they said.

It's not that the prestige of the new governor has been deeply ingrained. To be precise, it should be Zhao Tai who inspired their nature and brought them back to their true selves.

Taoism follows nature, and martial arts also emphasizes being natural and casual.

Blindly suppressing the nature, on the contrary, is inferior.

There are not no examples of using killing to prove the way.

According to legend, there was a senior in hell who was known as the God of Killing. He proved his way through killing, and finally conquered the void with force.

The authenticity of the matter has not been verified until now, but the world believes that it is real.

After half a stick of incense, the Ye family's mansion was already quiet, with only a faint mist of blood lingering.

The breeze blows, and the pungent smell of blood is blown away a little. The willow branches in the courtyard are like the delicate palms of a girl, which can always give men a sense of stimulation that is very different from their own.

"I'm telling you, your lord, all the rebels in the Ye family have been put to death. Please give me your instructions." Bai Zhou was the first to arrive again, kneeling down on one knee. There was an expression of awe on his cold face, which was unique when facing Zhao Tai. .

Fu Nan kicked a dead dog flying in front of him, and cursed: "This dog can really lick. Just now, I was wandering around a bitch, and I'm not even afraid of my knife."

"This should be dog licking." Zou Yi replied, but his eyes fell on Bai Tian.

"So is he."

Fu Nan looked contemptuously at Bai Tian, ​​this kind of reporting of the results of the battle would leave a good impression, but unexpectedly he preempted it, no one would feel comfortable seeing this kind of scene.

Especially Zou Yi was even more upset, after all, this licking dog was once his subordinate.

(End of this chapter)