Rebirth of the Blue Fox Demon

Such a good place, I will probably go abroad and never come back..."

Zhou Xiaoyuan was silent, with half-length bangs hanging down to cover the unpredictable expression on his face.

"Xiaoyuan, listen to my advice, don't be a policeman anymore, you are not suitable for this job, if you want, you can go abroad with me." Zhuo Yidao thought of something, and suddenly said these words ramblingly, Trying to persuade Zhou Xiaoyuan to leave with him, "I've saved some money over the years, enough for the two of us to live comfortably for the rest of our lives, and we don't have to look down on others and be bullied... um..."

The sharp saber was stabbed into the abdomen without hesitation, and blood rushed out, staining the plain white fingers.

Zhuo Yidao lowered his eyes in disbelief, moved his lips, and wanted to say something, but his throat was blocked by a fishy-sweet liquid, and the words he spit out were hoarse and difficult to distinguish. He looked at the frozen Zhou Xiaoyuan and said: " For, why..."

Zhou Xiaoyuan suddenly yelled uncontrollably, his expression collapsed, "I hate you! I hate you! Why don't you die? Why don't you die?! Without you, my sister would not have been killed because of you , You killed my sister!"

"Xiaoyuan..." I don't know if the wound on his body was too painful, or he couldn't bear Zhou Xiaoyuan's accusation, Zhuo Yidao bent his body, pressed his abdomen with one hand, covered his cheek with the other, and murmured: "Stop talking..."

"Don't say it? Why don't you say it!" Zhou Xiaoyuan's handsome facial features showed a different ferocity in the night, "My sister is so good to you, but you, you married Du Xinran when her bones were still cold!"

Zhuo Yidao's face became paler and paler, his body trembled slightly, and his expression was mournful.

"I know that you are responsible for the civil strife in the Qing Gang. What do you want to do? Take that dirty money and get away with it? After your hands are bloody and you have killed countless people?! Let me tell you, you are dreaming!" Zhou Xiaoyuan became more and more excited as he spoke. The upper hand on the handle of the knife tightened violently, and suddenly applied force again, pushing hard.

Zhuo Yidao grumbled, the veins on his forehead bulged, his body leaning on the tree trunk slid down slowly, his brows and eyes showed deep tiredness, he wanted to smile at Zhou Xiaoyuan, but when he smiled, tears filled his eyes and spewed out blood .

"Xiaoyuan." Zhuo Yidao's voice was inaudible, and the eyes he looked at Zhou Xiaoyuan did not contain a trace of resentment and blame, but a bit of pity and worry, like an old elder looking at his wayward junior , tolerate all his ignorant behaviors.

It's strange that under such circumstances, Zhuo Yidao can still laugh, he told intermittently: "Take what I gave you, quickly... get out of here, don't tell anyone what happened tonight, After you go back, remember to resign... quit this job, you really... are not suitable..."

After speaking, Zhuo Yidao moved his body vigorously, stroked the handle of the knife a few times with his blood-stained hand, and wiped off Zhou Xiaoyuan's fingerprints.

Closing his eyes, Zhuo Yidao finally stared at Zhou Xiaoyuan's eyes, and said in a firm tone: "...Remember, cough, I committed suicide, and you... have nothing to do with it."

Zhou Xiaoyuan bit his lip, his eyes fixed on Zhuo Yidao.

Zhuo Yidao's breath gradually weakened, his eyes became more and more blurred, and his eyes fell on Zhou Xiaoyuan's face, as if he was looking at him, but also seemed to be trapped in deep memories, unable to extricate himself.

The man raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch Zhou Xiaoyuan's face one last time, but the moment his fingertips were about to touch it, the hand suddenly lost strength and fell limply.

Zhou Xiaoyuan raised and lowered his hand several times, and finally, as if frightened, he staggered back and ran away in a staggered manner.

The top of the mountain returned to silence, only the whistling mountain wind and the occasional bird song remained. The eyes of the crescent moon hanging slanted in the sky looked at the world with pity, and sprinkled the ground with clear light.

Amidst the strange silence, there was a dark shadow walking towards this side quickly.

The visitor walked lightly, with a clear goal, walked up to Zhuo Yidao, looked at it silently for a while, and suddenly a vague and weird laugh came from his throat.

"Zhuo Yidao, you have today too, hahaha, it's so funny..." The visitor seemed very happy, and he laughed unscrupulously, his handsome face gradually deformed, becoming very ferocious, the laughter passed through Night Breeze Blowing, it suddenly became distorted and shrill, and it sounded creepy.

The man bent over, covered his face, and hissed, "You didn't expect that you would die in Zhou Xiaoyuan's hands, hahaha..."

Gradually, the smile became more bitter, and he repeated nervously: "Finally dead, finally dead, haha..."

I don't know how long it took, the visitor finally had enough of laughing, he stood up straight, his upright facial features were completely exposed to the moonlight, it was Zheng Zhi who had been chasing Zhuo Yidao for several years.

Zheng Zhi took a deep look at the man slumped on the ground, his expression was dazed and lost for a moment, Zhuo Yidao was dead, and the Qing Gang would soon be arrested, losing the goal he had been fighting for all along, what should he do next? ?

He thought that after Zhuo Yidao's death, he would feel relaxed, but Zheng Zhi felt that he seemed to be put on another layer of shackles, imperceptibly shackling him...

Zheng Zhi turned around to leave, but he was caught by a cold and sticky hand by his ankle.

In the thick ink-like darkness, the man opened his eyes wide in shock.