ten steps one kill

How could anyone in the world not like a perfect person? "

Liu Qian raised her mouth and said, "I don't care if other people like it or not, I'm asking you."

Liu Hongfeng shrugged and said, "Of course I like it too, otherwise why would you run after him? I've said it so many times, don't I sound like a human?"

"What you said is not human at all!" Liu Qian frowned on her small face, arguing: "If I really like someone, I won't talk about my liking all day long. Talking back and forth."

Liu Hongfeng raised her eyebrows: "Then tell me, what does it look like to like someone?"

Liu Qiandao: "It's like having a stone stuck in your throat, you can't tell what's in your heart, even if you say it, it will change the taste."

Liu Hongfeng's heart shuddered, and he thought to himself, this little devil's heart is pure, but his intuition is extremely keen.But his face remained the same, and he curled his mouth and said: "Come on, you little brat knows nothing, sister Jin'e is enough to be your mother, you can put your brain away, don't think about it randomly, so as not to make you laugh .”

Liu Qian blushed immediately, stomped her feet and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not as dirty as you, I want to sleep with someone every day, I just hope she's safe."

"Oh," Liu Hongfeng looked at him meaningfully, "Why don't we go to Yingge Tower and listen to her report of safety, so as to fulfill your wish."

Liu Qian raised her head and said righteously, "I won't go."

"Don't you want to see sister Jin'e?"

"I don't want to see her. She is tired and needs to rest."

"Then we'll go later."

"I won't go later either."

"why?"

Liu Qian kicked the threshold by her feet, and muttered: "What we have encountered is all bad things, and I don't want to implicate her, so I don't want to disturb her, and you are not allowed to go."

He unconsciously reached his chest with his hand, stroking the pair of butterfly jade pendants on his neck, his broad brows were gathered into a ball, and his thoughts were all written on his face.

It was the first time Liu Hongfeng saw him so melancholy, and his heart softened.It's all because Liu Qianping is so lively that he often forgets that this brat, like his past self, has experienced many hardships, received many punches, received many cold looks, and was also abandoned by this world, with nowhere to go Returning, he stumbled under his own shoes and staggered up with his face covered in mud, just to find a shelter.

"Well, listen to you, if you don't go, then don't go," Liu Hongfeng said in a rare gentle tone, "Just in case the inn on the street is still closed, we will have to eat and sleep in the open."

"Sleeping in the open," Liu Qian finally puffed up her chest, and said in a clear and childish voice, "It's not like I haven't slept in the open before."

This insignificant, little pride is like a candle jumping in the cold winter, or a lonely lamp burning in the cold night. Although it is weak, it is enough to illuminate the lonely road ahead.

Liu Hongfeng smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that the big-tailed wolf will come and take you away?"

"Don't be afraid, I can use swords." Liu Qian said as he untied a dagger from his waist, held it up to the opponent's eyes and shook it, "Sister Jin'e gave it to me."

"Oh? Let me see." Liu Hongfeng reached out and took it.

Although Liu Qian let go of his hand, his eyes kept chasing the dagger, and he warned: "Be careful, don't break it."

Liu Hongfeng pulled out the blade slightly, looked back and forth under the moonlight under the eaves, and said, "This piece of pig iron is well chosen, but unfortunately it wasn't forged enough and polished enough. It can barely scare the wolves, so I want to take it." Dealing with people, I'm afraid it's a little bit hanging."

Liu Qian pouted and said, "Don't try to lie to me again, Yingzhou Island is so small, where are the wolves coming from?"

Liu Hongfeng laughed loudly, and said, "So you're not stupid." Seeing Liu Qian cast his eyes sideways, raising his foot to step on the back of his shoe, he hurriedly hid aside, and said, "It doesn't matter if there are no wolves, I can work with you." You fight and try to see where your kung fu has progressed."

Liu Qian immediately became interested: "Okay, I'm afraid you won't succeed, I will definitely win back this time I lost last time."

"No hurry," Duan Changya pressed his head and rubbed it, "Before you show off your skills, accompany me to Qing Guangya."

Liu Qian shook his head to shake off the opponent's claws, and asked: "The people around Qingguangya have already left, what are you going to do?"

Liu Hongfeng cast his eyes far away, the night was getting darker, he could no longer see the situation at the end of the road.He said indifferently: "Bury the dead. Of course, we will also examine the corpses to see if there are any new clues."

"Clue? What clue?"

"Of course it's the clue that Brother Fang was killed."

"Killed?" Liu Qian was even more puzzled, "Didn't he die under the sword of Tianji?"

Liu Hongfeng said: "It is true that the Tianji Sword took his life, but it may not be his own feet that led him to the point of the sword."

Liu Qian was at a loss: "What do you mean? Keep it simple."

"Think about it, he's pure and upright, he doesn't fight against the world, he doesn't covet Mo Xie sword, and he doesn't even plan to participate in the martial arts conference. Why is such a person suddenly attracted by Dongfengtang, and he happens to be enmity with Xizhouhui? If you think about it carefully, what happened to him is too embarrassing."

"what do you mean……?"

"I suspect that someone is interfering with it, fueling the flames, and leading him into the abyss step by step."

"Even so, what can you find out from the body?"

"Don't underestimate the corpse," Liu Hongfeng said, and took out a book from the piles of debris on the table, and handed it to Liu Qian, "This is the account book I found in Quebeiwu, take a look , what's wrong?"

Although Liu Qian was only twelve or thirteen years old, Liu Hongfeng treated him as a real adult, was full of patience with him, and never ignored his opinions.Inspired by him, Liu Qian also looked at the account book in his hand and fell into deep thought.After a while, he said: "The surface of this booklet is full of dust, but the inside pages have been tampered with, and it is new, with fingerprints stained with muddy water. It happened that it rained last night, so... probably someone Digged through the old things in the room."

"That's right," Liu Hongfeng nodded, "You can read the content on this page again."

Liu Qian looked at it again, and muttered, "...the rope boat?"

Liu Hongfeng said: "If the rope boat is indeed there, it may be the way to leave Yingzhou Island, and this secret may be discovered by others."

"By whom?"

"Then I have to go and have a look at the corpse. Thanks to the rain last night, fingerprints can't lie."

Liu Qian opened her eyes wide, nodded and said, "I understand."

Liu Hongfeng smiled at him: "Then let's go." As he said that, he planned to leave, but his sleeve was grabbed by the other party.

Liu Hongfeng turned her head to meet Liu Qian's gaze.

Liu Qian raised her face and stared at him from bottom to top, her expression was rarely serious.

"what happened?"

Liu Qian blinked, as if she had finally made up her mind, and said, "Although I don't like you, I don't hate you either. I want Miss Jin'e to be safe, and I also want you to be safe. Don't mess with yourself. You have to be good." alive."

Liu Hongfeng was startled again, looked at the kid beside him, and answered after a while: "Don't worry, I don't intend to die yet."

His tone was calm and depressing, and the ending trembled slightly. When he uttered the word "death", his shoulders trembled for a moment without warning.

If he wanted to die, he would have died long ago.

If he had died earlier, he would have suffered less and suffered less.

As early as the day he lost his biological mother, he understood that there are many things more terrifying than death. There is a living purgatory in the world, there are well-dressed evil spirits, and there are blue-faced fangs hidden behind masks. If you fall into their trap, The taste is a hundred times worse than death.

But he survived.

Soon he would be stepping into the night again, searching in the endless mist.

The quiet room behind him suddenly had an irresistible attraction, and he couldn't help turning his head, staring blankly at the messy and empty bed.He saw his own shadow sitting in the darkness, with his eyebrows stretched and his smile brimming, like a ball of dancing flames, surrounding the man in white on his knees.

No one is born wrapped in warmth, anyone will feel cold in the cold night, if you want to turn into fire, you have to burn yourself.

The touch of Duan Changya's fingers still remained on his cheeks, and the warm smell of that person was in his nostrils.

A little tenderness froze around his mouth, turning into a slight smile, as if laughing at his own stupidity.

Dongfeng Hall's house is very large, with all kinds of pavilions, terraces and pavilions. Even though it was built on a desolate isolated island, it still maintains its luxurious style.

In the middle of the night, everything is silent, except for a solitary lamp burning in the deepest courtyard.

This is the courtyard where the hall master Song Yungui lives. The garden is spacious, surrounded by corridors and pavilions, the eaves are pecked high, and the fire of the solitary lamp is dim and dim.

People who often live in Dongfengtang know that this lamp will not go out all night, and it will stay on until dawn.

Powerful characters often have peculiar quirks, and Song Yungui likes to fall asleep with a lamp on.According to legend, this is because he went in and out of the mine all the year round before becoming famous in the rivers and lakes, and was accompanied by darkness all day long. He even suffered several collapse accidents and almost died in the mine. Since then, he has developed the habit of keeping lights at night.

Today's Song Yungui is already a legend in the world, so even his eccentricities have to be sacred and become a unique symbol in Dongfeng Hall.

All the servants in Dongfeng Hall know that when the lonely lamp in the dormitory is lit, it means that Song Yungui is about to rest. He may go to bed alone, or he may call his confidante to serve him by his pillow. No matter what, unless the sky falls, no one will Don't dare disturb his leisure time.

He didn't have a good time tonight.

There was indeed a guest in his room, but the guest was not on his bed, but stood by the window, wearing a mask with blue and fangs on his face.

The man turned his head, pointed to the mask on his face and asked him: "Yun Gui, look at me wearing this, don't I look very vicious and majestic?"

The voice was covered by the copper skin, and it seemed a little gloomy and low, but the tone was full of charm.

Song Yungui said: "No matter how you dress up, you still look good."

The man paused for a moment, then said: "You are not in a good mood tonight."

“How come you see?”

"Otherwise you must not only praise me with your mouth, but also act with your body."

The man went back to sit opposite Song Yungui, rubbing his slender fingers on the teacup, but did not pick it up.

Song Yungui sighed and said, "I just feel it's a pity?"

"What's the pity?"

"After all, I still failed to recruit the heirs of Wuxiang Gong."

The man's tone sank: "You mean Fang Wuxiang?"

Song Yungui nodded and said: "Unfortunately, he is already dead, he died under the sword of Tianji."

The man let out a chuckle, and said: "It's not surprising, everyone is innocent, he is guilty of conceiving a jade, he has such a dangerous kung fu, but he has no scheming at all, naive and dull, as long as others give him a little push , then slipped into the abyss, doomed. It is better for such a person to die, otherwise you will not be able to control him, and he will harm you instead."

Song Yungui thought about her words: "The other person you mentioned is yourself, right? You released the news about Shengzhou?"

"It's me," the man lowered his head slightly, and said bluntly, "After all, what I said was not a lie. Fang Wuxiang and Yuan Bao really knew the secret of leaving Yingzhou Island, and even saved your confidante."

Song Yungui suddenly fell into a panic: "No, it's not a confidante, it's just a moment of fun that provoked the flowers and plants on the side of the road..."

"You don't have to explain to me," the man waved his hand to interrupt him, "after all, I'm already a dead person, and the dead can't stop the living from having fun. You see, I never bothered you."

After speaking, Song Yungui lowered his head.

Only in this private and secluded room can one see the magnificent Dongfeng hall master bowing his head and begging for mercy.

He looked at the distinguished guest opposite, and said word by word: "I only have you in my heart."

The corner of the man's mouth under the mask curled up, revealing a bit of joy. After pondering for a moment in silence, he said: "You'd better pretend to be someone else, because our plan has reached a critical moment. What you and I like The target of the Duan family has hooked up with the young master of the Duan family, and the speed is even faster than I expected."

Song Yungui raised his eyebrows: "You mean Liu Hongfeng?"

"That's right. He really didn't disappoint me. Especially when I heard the news from Jianjian Village that today there were a few desperadoes trying to take the Zhengrong Pavilion by force, but they were stopped by Yan Yuehua's men and killed on the spot , I really hate them for not fighting. In comparison, Liu Hongfeng is much more reliable than them."

Song Yungui sneered, without concealing the contempt in his smile: "The people fighting for their heads are second-rate people now. The real first-rate people should have guessed that Mo Xiejian is just a cover."

His guest said: "Liu Hongfeng is such a character."

"You think so highly of him?"

"Of course, with a deep hatred on his shoulders, he has been chasing Duan's shadow hidden behind his glory. Even when his life was at stake, he did not change his purpose. It was worth my hard work to send him to prison. Compared with Fang Wuxiang, this kind of talent is what you and I need most."

When mentioning the Duan family, her tone was extremely cold, her teeth were clenched, and her fingers were clenched into balls unconsciously.

Song Yungui stretched out his arm, put it on the back of her hand across the table, and called softly: "Ajin, take off the mask, it really doesn't suit your appearance."

"No, then my face will be exposed."

"There's no one else here, so why not show me your face,"

As he spoke, he actually stood up, instead of grabbing the cane beside the table, he dragged a sloped foot, impatiently came to her, hugged her by the waist, and pulled her into his arms: "A Jin."

The man lowered his head slightly, without any resistance, the mask was easily taken off by Song Yungui.

This ferocious face once dominated the lives of fifty people, but now it is hastily put aside, like a toy not worth mentioning.

Song Yungui's eyes all fell on the person in his arms.

The man turned his head briefly and looked at the dressing table by the opposite wall. There was a round mirror embedded in the dressing table, which just reflected a face.

It was her own face, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked extraordinarily charming under the elaborate makeup. A simple plain shirt covered her body, but it couldn't reduce her demeanor in the slightest.

She whispered: "I am Nangong Jin, but I am no longer Duan Qichang's wife. I am a ghost who crawled out of hell to avenge the Duan family."

She is really a ghost, because the years have not left any traces on her face. If someone from the past sees her, she will be terrified. She looks just like the princess of Zhennan ten years ago. She is absolutely beautiful. , just like the flowers painted in the scroll, never withered with the passage of time.

Song Yungui was fascinated by it, and raised a hand to caress her cheek: "It's a rare good night, why bother to talk about hatred."

Her cheeks were reflected in the candlelight, her face overlapped with light and dark, and the shadows rose and fell like sea tides, changing into endless shapes.

"After talking about hatred, you can talk about love. You have to help your Ah Jin well, and the world will be yours from now on."

"But all I want now is you."

"I haven't finished yet," she pushed away Song Yungui's hand, leaned forward, and kissed her lips, "A Jin is yours too."

In the faint candlelight, the two shadows are lingering in one place, regardless of each other.

This is the beginning of the good night.

Jin'e is still waiting in Yingge Tower.

She doesn't know how to fight and kill, and she doesn't know how to participate in the current situation. She is just an ordinary woman who has never held a sharp weapon heavier than a kitchen knife.Right now, she carefully cooked a table of meals with the kitchen knife left by Chef Zhang and the ingredients donated by the shop during the day.This time she had plenty of time, and the food was cooked more delicately than at noon. The simple raw materials arrived on her plate, glowing with a new brilliance, like flowers blooming from the cracks in the stone.

It's a pity that no one came to taste her handicraft for a long time.

She was not surprised. A few hours ago, when her guests left in a hurry, she had a vague premonition that these three people would probably not come again tonight.

She cast her eyes far away, but her sight was blocked by the courtyard wall, she couldn't see the market, she could only see the twilight gradually sinking, like a piece of airtight felt cloth, pressing from the deserted dome to the dense eaves.Gusts of cold wind rolled along the corner of the wall, and rolled the scattered fallen leaves and dust into the air. These tiny things could not cross the barrier of the wall, like flying insects trapped in a net, spinning hesitantly, with a sudden trajectory. High and low.

There are more things that even the wind cannot move, such as the soil soaked with thick blood, they are clustered into dark crumbs, wet and heavy, attracting rot-loving insects and ants in the dark.

Jin'e looked away, trying not to think about the tragic experience that happened in the yard, and went back to the empty front hall alone, and sat down beside the cooked meal.However, there were also bloodstains on the tables and chairs. The blood seeped into the cracks in the wood and stuck to them after it cooled down.

Life and death are so heavy, and the traces of death are not so easy to erase.

She was very timid, even when she saw the bleeding from the wound, her eyes would turn white and her back would break out in cold sweat. When she was used as a bait during the day, she had already been stunned once by Duan Changya's sword.Even she herself didn't know where she got the courage to stay in the building.

The scene in front of her changed from the shadow of swords and swords to Liu Qian's face, with soft contours and delicate skin unique to children. Liu Qian sat down next to this table, picked up the dishes she cooked, and eagerly brought them to her mouth. A satisfied smile.A vivid picture appeared in front of his eyes, which actually dispelled the bloody light, making everything around him warm and soft.

It was this scene that made her linger so much that she still waited here, waiting for Liu Qian to return to her side.

She looked at the sky in the distance, the sky turned from day to night, it was only a moment, and the afterglow at the end of her vision suddenly jumped, like a candle flickering just before it was about to go out.Afterwards, the surroundings were completely plunged into darkness, as if slipping into an abyss.

She sighed, got up and lit a candle.

The dim yellow halo once again filled her vision, but she suddenly froze in place, with no blood on her face.

Beside the door illuminated by candles, she saw a gloomy shadow.

She screamed, thinking that she had run into a ghost, but she soon realized that it was not a ghost, but a human.

Of course, that was not the person she was thinking of, and the person she was thinking of would definitely not be lurking in the dark and frighten her in such a bad way.

She knew this man.

This man was once one of the hall guards hired by Aunt Cui, Boss Sun's subordinate, a little younger than Boss Sun, named Liao Ge.Due to Aunt Cui's majesty, the girl in Yinggelou had little contact with the hall guard. She met Liao Ge face to face, but they didn't say a few words.

"You... how did you get in?"

Her face was already pale, and she glanced outside the door from the corner of her eye, and it was clear that the courtyard door was tightly closed.

Liao Ge asked back: "At least it's the place where I've been walking for a few months, why can't I come in?"

Jin'e's teeth were chattering, and her voice was trembling: "There is no more money here, and even this table of food was donated by others, you...you should go."

Not only did Liao Gefei not leave, but the smile on his face deepened: "That's out of the question, I didn't come here for money, I came here for you."

Jin E was stunned: "For me?"

"I've been looking at you for several hours, you probably didn't notice it at all?" Liao Ge said as he walked towards her, "Your face is covered with oily smoke, and it's more serious than before. It’s beautiful, if it’s not dark, I really want to see it for a while longer.”

Jin'e felt a chill run up her spine. It turned out that when she was busy alone, a pair of eyes watched her closely from the darkness, watching her every move like a bird in a cage.

"In this long night, you must be very afraid of the cold and lonely."

She is not afraid of the cold at all, and she is not afraid of loneliness. Her heart is filled with joy of reunion, and the joy is almost overflowing, so there is no place to pretend to be lonely.

But she didn't say it, because she knew that Liao Ge would not listen to her explanation. People like Liao Ge asked questions not to get answers, but to numb their conscience, melt the remaining guilt and replace it with their own revel.

"Why don't I come and accompany you, I will make you live comfortably and feel like dying."

"No, get out!"

Of course Liao Ge would not do so, he had already come in front of Jin'e, and Jin'e avoided him while staring at his face. In all fairness, his figure was well-proportioned, young and powerful, and his face could be called handsome. Much better with lots of shiny guests.In the past, Jin'e had a hundred ways to serve such a man overnight.

But she suddenly refused to imagine even one of them.

Liao Ge pushed her to the table, and his broad palms were already on her waist, rubbing vigorously while embracing her in his arms.The hot sweat on the palms of the clothes stained Jin'e's skin through the fabric, making her feel nauseated.

A seed took root and sprouted deep in her, causing her to suddenly grow a heart of pity for herself, and she suddenly didn't want to endure such humiliation anymore.

Liao Ge had clamped her waist, and she fumbled behind her with the back of her hand, only to find that the dagger for self-defense was no longer there, and had been given to Xiaoqian.She turned to touch the table farther away, and touched the long legs of the candlestick.

She picked up the candlestick and threw all her strength towards Liao Ge's head.

However, a firm slap slapped her cheek first.

The brute force of the slap pushed her away, her fingers were limp, and the candlestick slipped from between her fingers, rolled to the ground, and was quickly extinguished.And she fell down by the table, her cheeks were burning hot, and there was a bloody smell gushing out of her mouth.

Liao Ge's face became extremely fierce in the darkness: "I love you so much, but you don't know how to flatter you, so don't blame me for being rough."

Her shoulders were firmly held down by a pair of big hands, she struggled desperately, knocked all the dishes on the table to the ground, the sound of shattering came one after another, and the meals she spent several hours carefully preparing rolled into the dust like this .

"Let go of me...don't touch me—!"

She was beaten again soon, and Liao Ge's hand grabbed her chest unceremoniously. She let out a cry of surprise, and tears welled up in her eyes.

In a trance, she remembered the gossip between Boss Sun and Aunt Cui. This Liao Ge is not a martial arts master, but his body is stronger than ordinary people. Even so, she is still powerless in front of him and can only let him slaughter him.

"What kind of archway does a prostitute set up, and how do you usually sell it? Do you think I don't know? I have seen it countless times through the crack of the door."

She felt a chill creep up her spine, and she imagined a pair of eyes hidden across the dark door, watching her twist her waist, blushing, and take a panoramic view of her ugliness when serving guests.

She fumbled on the table with her hand, grabbed a piece of broken porcelain, put it on her neck, and said loudly: "Don't come here! If you touch me again, I... I will kill myself!"

Liao Ge smiled coldly, and said: "Then let's do it, even if you die now, your body will be warmed up for several hours. Young master, I can also play, and I can have more fun."

Jin'e's eyes darkened, and a bitterness rose in her throat.

It turns out that this humble, humiliated, and powerless appearance is her true face. Compared with it, the little comfort brought by the reunion is like a candle in the long night, weak and lonely.

She loosened her fingers slowly, letting the tile fall aside.

"Look, it's good to get acquainted early, and you have to suffer for nothing." The man smiled and pressed her body against her body, "Come, let the young master love you well."

"Don't... don't touch me..." Her protest was weaker than the solitary lamp that had just been extinguished.

She narrowed her eyes, and suddenly saw another shadow appearing behind Liao Ge.

The shadow was black and erratic, like night itself.

She opened her eyes wide in fear, and then heard a blunt sound, and the force clamping her shoulders suddenly released.

Liao Ge screamed, clutching his wrist and turning his head.

Jin'e looked at the scene in front of her in amazement.

She saw a lot of unwillingness from Liao Ge's expression. He didn't want to let her go, but he had to, because his wrist was bent at a strange angle, and his fingers couldn't exert any strength. The dull sound just now was The sound of his ulna breaking.

The visitor broke his forearm without much effort.

The man was tall and slender, and his figure was much thinner than Liao Ge's. He was wrapped in black clothes, which clearly outlined his waistline.His face was also covered under a black veil, and his face could not be seen.

Liao Ge gritted his teeth and endured the pain, squinted his eyes and looked at the uninvited guest, cursing in his mouth: "His grandma, where did you come from, you are so sinister."

Obviously, he still doesn't believe that this man is really capable of breaking his hand.

The visitor didn't say a word to him, but just raised his hand and suddenly threw a hidden weapon.

It was a ball the size of a fingernail, light in texture, without edges and corners, like a child's marbles, and it really didn't look like a weapon for killing people. Even Liao Ge was stunned, standing where he was and didn't hide.

The marble hit the bridge of his nose and exploded like a water polo. The liquid wrapped in it splashed on his face, rolling up a puff of white smoke.

He suddenly let out a violent scream.

Jin'e was also stunned. She closed her eyes in fright, and then smelled a strong burning smell. When she opened her eyes again, Liao Ge's handsome face had been burnt beyond recognition. The white bones were exposed, the bridge of the nose and lips were swollen, like a pig's head scalded by boiling water.

Judging from his screams, it must have been painful.

Liao Ge could no longer utter wild words, his eyes were wide open, and he let out a roar from the depths of his throat. He swung the candlestick on the ground and threw it at the head of the man in black.

He had exerted all his strength, however, the man in black just dodged to the side lightly, his steps were light, like a swallow with a black back flying across the water, the light of the wings on the water, the candlestick seemed to be oiled Yes, slide into the palm of this person.

Those hands were very slender, very fair, and very dexterous.

Another marble was tucked between nimble fingers.

Liao Ge was really scared this time, he yelled and backed away, however, the marbles had already been shot, and the target was not his face, but his lower body.

The marbles hit him impartially between his legs, where his lifeblood hangs.

There was another puff of white smoke, and the smell of scorching diffused under the eaves.

Liao Ge wailed again, this time the sound was even scarier and more ferocious than last time, even when the pig was slaughtered, it might sound better than him.

He fell to the ground, curled up into a shrimp, rolled over while covering his lower body, his head clanged against the corner of the table, but he didn't realize it.

From between his fingers, one could see that his trousers were burned with large and small holes, and the part wrapped in the trousers was bloody and bloody, which was unbearable to look at.

The root of life has been burnt to such a state, I'm afraid I won't be able to use it again in this life.

The man in black folded his arms, lowered his gaze, and looked at him coldly.

His wailing finally stopped, and he saw the appearance of the man in black through the red eyes, as if he had seen a ghost, propped himself up with his hands, and fled towards the door.

The man in black raised his hand for the third time, and there were still many hidden weapons in the shape of marbles in his hand, enough to burn Liao Ge into a ball of rotten flesh.

His hand was held by Jin'e.

Jin E stepped forward almost instinctively, grabbed the man's hand, and pleaded for Liao Ge's life: "He has already shed a lot of blood, don't...don't kill him again."

Even though Liao Ge just humiliated her, she really didn't want to see him look more miserable. She knew she was weak, and she didn't even have the courage to punish the enemy.

The man didn't throw his hidden weapon, and his eyes were hidden behind the black veil, like a serpent in a crevice of stones, staring at her motionlessly.

Liao Ge had already escaped into the night, escaped from the courtyard, and soon disappeared.Only the two of them were left in Yingge Tower.The man in black sees through the veil.

Only then did Jin E feel scared, she suddenly let go of the opponent's hand, and said in a low voice: "Yes... I offended you, and I hope the hero will be lenient."

She almost wanted to laugh at her own stupidity. She should have understood that since the first Liao Ge broke in, why there was no second and third.

Which of the most indomitable knights would visit a brothel after nightfall, and it was a brothel that was closed.

If this person has evil intentions and intends to take advantage of him, then it is perfectly normal for him to drive Liao Ge away first.

After the bird dies, it falls into the soil and soon attracts carrion maggots.

Now Yingge Tower has collapsed, and she is left lingering in the mud, with no end in sight.And she is not even a beautiful bird, her age is considered older among prostitutes, her beauty has long been inferior to that of young girls, even if she is committed to the world, she is still a moth that cannot become a bird.

The man in black still didn't make a sound, but Jin'e was already trembling.

She thought, this person's tactics are crisp and neat, and the hidden weapons he uses are cruel and fierce. He must be a real martial arts master. If she falls into this person's hands, it may be a hundred times more terrifying than being tarnished by Liao Ge.

The burnt smell was still lingering under her nose. She thought of the rising white smoke and dripping blood, and felt that her knees were limp and her hands and feet were limp.

She silently lowered her head and put her hands on the edge of the table, not daring to look into the other person's eyes.

Her eyelids, however, were illuminated by a gleam of orange light.

The man in black put the candlestick in his hand back on the table, and put the wick on the top, then lit a torch, protected it with his white hand, and slowly approached the candlestick, using the flame to light the residual candle .

Then, she cleared the mess on the table aside and sighed: "It's a pity these meals."

Jin'e couldn't help but widen her eyes.

In the stillness of the night, the man's voice was exceptionally clear, and it penetrated into her ears without missing a word.

Although the man was deep, but not rough, it sounded like a woman's voice.

Jin E finally raised her head, and asked cautiously, "Dare to ask the hero...?"

"I'm not a hero," replied the man, removing the veil with one hand.

What appeared in the candlelight was a fair and beautiful face with rosy and full lips.

"You...you are also a woman?" Jin'e could hardly believe her eyes.

"Yes," the man raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Sister Jin'e, do you still remember me?"

Jin'e's eyes were full of bewilderment.

The man's eyes dropped briefly, but he lifted them up quickly, looking at Jin'e with a pair of clear eyes, and said: "You may not remember me, but I will never forget you, you saved my life, Saved my heart too."

"I saved you?" Jin E asked in a low voice, "You must have mistaken someone."

She raised her head again and again to look at the woman in black, but her eyes always avoided halfway, not daring to stay for too long. She thought that this person was gentle and polite to her, it must be out of misunderstanding.She is so humble and insignificant, she can't even save herself, how can she have the ability to save others?

However, the other party just shook his head slightly, and after clearing the table, he pulled a chair and put it beside him, leaned over and said, "Sister, you were really shocked just now, please sit down and rest for a while."

"En." Jin'e agreed in a low voice, and sat down slowly, but her hands and feet were still stiff.The five fingers rested on the knee, and they tightened unconsciously, and the fingertips scratched the folds on the fabric.

Anyone could tell she was nervous.

Even when she was threatened by Liao Ge, she was never so flustered.

If a person is imprisoned by misfortune for too long, he will gradually forget the feeling of happiness, and it is difficult to believe that good things will happen to him.

The woman in black squatted down beside her, put her hand on the back of her hand, and stroked back and forth.

Those hands are slender, white, and dexterous, able to hold sinister and vicious hidden weapons, and also exert gentle and gentle strength.

Under her comfort, Jin'e finally gradually relaxed, raised her head and looked directly into her eyes,

Her face is very young, she looks at most eighteen or nineteen years old, although she has not dressed up, but the outline of her face is soft like a woman's, her eyebrows are like willow branches, her eyes are like peach blossoms, and her eyes are like a spring breeze, spreading across the golden Chang'e's body.

Although her voice is hoarse