Peerless Junior Uncle

The quick thing is that I only saw an afterimage. Then I didn't bite my tongue. There was a sharp pain in my jaw, accompanied by a toothache "cracking" sound.

He Tinge touched the acupuncture points of the three while dislocating their jaws. The three were obviously shocked by the sudden situation. However, they couldn't move at this time. They wanted to commit suicide but failed.

"Detain them all. Keep them under strict supervision." He Tingge ordered in a deep voice. Afterwards, a group of soldiers who came in carried the three of them away.

The tarantula retracted the spider silk in its hand and wrapped it around its fingertips: "Where are people?"

He Tingge started and came to the tarantula. Looking at him through the iron cage: "He will come. But not now."

"Huh." Tarantula snorted coldly: "It's a thing like saying something. You all have the same surname He."

He Tingge didn't care about his provocation. He just said indifferently: "I didn't lie to you. But I won't let him see you at close range when you have a weapon."

"Why." The tarantula sneered and sarcastically said: "I'm afraid I will hurt him. Heh...what a joke. Don't you use any means to achieve your goals? He is not always a useful person for you." A chess piece. Do you still want to keep him to help you do something?"

"I'm really afraid that you will hurt him." He Tingge looked at him calmly: "But I don't want to use him. I won't let others use him. He is the person I want to protect for the rest of my life. He is not a pawn, but a lover."

Tarantula's originally disdainful eyes finally looked seriously at the serious man in front of him. It took him a while to realize what he said. The corners of his eyes narrowed slightly: "What did you say?"

He Tingge didn't answer his question. He knew he had heard: "What about tonight. Thank you for your help. What you want to ask. He will come and tell you."

Tarantula fiercely reached out and grabbed the front of He Tingge in his hand. The voice was almost growling: "What did you say? Say it again."

He Tingge let him pull him. His calm gaze didn't waver at all: "Say it a hundred times again. It's the same answer. And I... won't deny this fact because of your anger."

"You are the son of that bastard He Yuan." Tarantula gnashed her teeth and roared, "What right do you have to say that?"

"Calm down." He Tingge frowned slightly. Although he did not deny Tarantula's reason for scolding He Yuan, but how should I say it? He Yuan has never treated him badly in these years. Looking at his face, he said: "The grievances and grievances back then have nothing to do with him. You don't need to talk about the things between me and him."

"Are you saying that to frame him as unfilial?" Tarantula's veins bulged, "You guys surnamed He really don't have a good thing."

"You keep saying that Qingcheng is not filial." He Tingge didn't care that he was holding his lapel in his hand. He reached out for the key and opened the iron lock on the iron cage. The crisp sound of the chain hitting the iron cage was particularly eye-catching in the empty room: "Then tell me. What did Xiao Lengyu do for Qingcheng? Did he ever act as a father?"

Although Fu Qingcheng laughed it off, and even talked with him indifferently. However, even if Fu Qingcheng didn't say it, He Tingge could feel the feeling of being abandoned by his parents when he was born.

Even, at the beginning, Xiao Lengyu didn't think about his existence. Chisu disappeared. Maybe Xiao Lengyu didn't know that he had a child still alive when he died.

Tarantula was stunned by He Tingge's question. He opened his mouth and didn't make a sound. He Tingge pulled back his lapel from his loosened hand and straightened it out: "I don't know how much Xiao Lengyu's past has been. Great. You don’t need to know. Remembering him can only mean that he is a good brother and a good friend. But it doesn’t mean that he is a good husband or a good father.”

"Shut up." Tarantula couldn't hear others talking about Xiao Lengyu. It couldn't before, and it couldn't even now. It was a little bit unbearable for a while. The mental state that had been a little disordered for many years now seemed a little more confused: "You can't be like this. say him."

He Tingge was not used to him. He still said coldly: "Why not. Can you remember what you have done in the past 20 years? Where are your memories?"

The tarantula froze for a moment. The manic roar subsided. Looking at the floor, it murmured softly: "20 years..." He actually found that his memory of the past 20 years was completely blank. He didn't know that the past 20 years What happened. He can't remember. The only thing he can remember is the cold touch on Xiao Lengyu's body: "Leng Yu...Leng Yu is dead..."

"Xiao Lengyu has been dead for 20 years. You have lived like this for 20 years." He Tingge said: "You only remember that he died. And then." At first, I couldn't find anything. Later, I found out that it was too dark. In fact, in the past 20 years, the wolf spider has never been incognito. And then used spider silk to kill people. Therefore, it is rumored in all corners of the world that the tarantula hides his name and goes to live in seclusion. But he doesn't know. He walks in every place, living openly under the sight of people.

And the only thing that is incomprehensible. Even if he is alive like this, his life is blank. It is normal. So much so that he hardly remembers what he has done in the past 20 years.

Seeing the man gradually calm down and silent in the iron cage, He Tingge sighed insignificantly and said, "I can take you to see him. But... you have to listen to me."

The tarantula who calmed down. Hearing this, he sneered. He didn't speak.

"I understand that you hate He Yuan. He is already dead. I must have told you how he died. The person who supervised the beheading was Qingcheng. It can be regarded as a cycle of karma. Retribution is not good." He Tingge didn't say anything. Opened The iron cage. The tarantula paused for a moment, started to walk out, with a cool air on its straight back.

It wasn't until he walked out of the prison that Tarantula paused and said, "He Tingge. You are not He Yuan's son, are you?"

He Tingge was noncommittal: "I'm just He Tingge."

"You and him are not the same kind of people. Not like." The tarantula left after leaving this sentence.

The next day, He Tingge brought the tarantula to Tianxiangju in Linyue City as promised. In the attic on the third floor, Fu Qingcheng was sitting in front of the window warming wine. There was a burning incense burner in the room. It was faint ambergris. I smelled the smell when I entered the door. I was a little depressed at first, but it also eased at this time.

The tarantula has changed into a dark purple robe. It is steady yet majestic. The slightly curly long hair is tied up at the back of the head casually. The silver headband is in the shape of a spider. It is stuck behind the head. The long hair is loose It hangs on the shoulders. Coupled with his normal cold face, it is quite domineering. Especially the inch-long scar on the right cheek makes the originally handsome face a bit more masculine. The slightly long beard The scum sticks out on the chin. The unsmiling handsome uncle is the first evaluation given by Haitang.

"This is warm wine. See if it suits your taste." Fu Qingcheng casually handed over the wine bottle at hand.

Tarantula looks at Fu Qingcheng in fox fur. It really looks like...

"Let's get to know each other formally. My name is Fu Qingcheng." Qinglie's voice interrupted Tarantula's gaze. Tarantula silently recited the words Fu Qingcheng in her heart. She said for a long time, "Ji Wuya."

He took a sip of the wine. It was a good Dukang. Ji Wuya had no taboos about wine, nor did he have any special hobbies. The only hobby, probably, was to drink the wine warm.

The atmosphere was not as rigid as imagined. Before Ji Wuya could open his mouth, Fu Qingcheng explained to him the question he wanted to ask: "The matter of the thirteen clavicle needles. I will explain it to you. It's just... can you believe it? I Nor is it guaranteed."

Ji Wuya nodded and motioned for him to say.

"I learned it in a dream." Fu Qingcheng said lightly. But the other two people all set their eyes on Fu Qingcheng at the same time. There were undisguised doubts in their eyes.

Fu Qingcheng didn't make too much of a fuss. He poured a glass of wine for He Tingge with the unwarmed jug on the side and handed it over. The familiar taste was Lihua poetry. Ji Wuya looked at the way the two looked at each other and smiled, slightly wrinkled He frowned. But he didn't say anything after all. He just drank the wine in his hand silently.

Fu Qingcheng was picked up by Yin Qianji's master back then. Fu Qingcheng, who was less than two years old at the time, had no memory at all. It was more or less in his spare time. Most of what Xiao Fu Qingcheng said were trivial things. The only thing that Fu Qingcheng remembered was at that time. The master said that he ordered the master to be greedy for wolves, and the master Yin Qianji couldn't bear to let a good child be left alone. So I thought A way to help him break his fate. Regardless of the blockage of his master, he forcibly peeped into the sky. His hair turned gray overnight. Wahah cried in pain. Even so, Yin Qianji did not soften his heart at all. Losing a pair of legs is better than losing his life.

But the situation is not that serious. The legs are not broken. But whenever the weather is cold, the pain of evil cold to the bone still tortured him for these years. He started practicing at the age of four. Yin Qianji almost taught him everything he had learned all his life. .Occasionally, the ancestors will give pointers in person. There are many exercises taught by the ancestors. Including the "Sparrow Harrier" lightness kung fu

Later, the master passed away. The so-called master led the door, and the practice depends on the individual. Yin Qianji regarded this statement clearly. As soon as he explained Fu Qingcheng to Cuigu, he went out for a wandering. And Fu Qingcheng lived up to his expectations. And the thirteen clavicle needles were learned during the time in Cuigu, in a dream for several days.

It was a dream, but it was very real. At that time, I was still young. I lived alone in Liyuan, and I usually wandered around the back hills. He had never seen the scene in the dream. But when he thought about it carefully, he couldn’t think of it. That is