Heroes Shed No Tears Chapter 1: 　1 box

One person, one mouthful of the box.

A silent ordinary person, carrying an old ordinary box, silently walked into the ancient city of Chang'an under the sky full of sunset.

The fifteenth of the first lunar month.

Chang'an.

Zhuo Donglai closed the door and shut the door in the ancient city of Chang'an, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years. He took off his sable cloak made of purple velvet and hung it on his left hand and made of red sandalwood sticks. On the clothes rack, when he turned around, his right hand had already picked up a copper tongs to make the fire in the copper brazier in front of him more vigorous.

Next to the brazier is a red sandalwood chair covered with sable fur. The amethyst bottles on the red sandalwood table next to the wooden chair are often full of purple Persian wine.

He can sit down in just two steps and pour a glass of wine at will.

He likes purple.

He likes famous horses and beautiful ladies, and he likes to enjoy them.

He is very picky about everything, every thing he does is carefully planned, and he will never waste a bit of effort, and he will not be negligent, even these details of life exception.

This is Zhuo Donglai.

He can live to this day, maybe because he is such a person.

Zhuo Donglai sat down and took a sip of wine.

The exquisite, gorgeous and warm room, and the sweet and fragrant wine, have completely expelled the cold from his body.

He suddenly felt very tired.

In order to prepare for tonight's ceremony, these two young men have completely messed up the rules of his life.

He must not allow any mistake in this matter. Any small mistake may cause a big mistake that can never be made up. At that time, not only will he regret for life, but his master will also be affected. Even the overall situation in the arena will change as a result.

More importantly, he must not let Sima's outstanding career and reputation suffer a little blow or damage.

A person who has gradually become the idol in the minds of the heroes of the world, no matter what he does, he can only succeed and not fail.

The two most unbearable things in Zhuo Donglai's life are "errors" and "failures."

Sima Qiqun is indeed unbeatable.

He has risen from the age of eighteen, and has gone through thirty-three battles. He has never lost one time.

He is tall, strong, handsome, mighty and bold, with a well-defined face, always with a hearty smile, even his enemies can’t help but admit that he is a rare man, and he will never lack beautiful women. accompany.

But he is equally loyal to his wife and children and to his friends, and there has never been a scandal involving him.

These are not what he is most proud of.

In his life, one of the most proud things is that within two years, with his martial arts wisdom and bright style of life, he persuaded the most important thing on the line from Heshuo Central Plains to Kanto. The important thirty-nine road green forest hero, walked from the underworld to the white road, organized into an unprecedented super dart board in the rivers and lakes, charging a reasonable fee to protect the safety of all business travelers on this route.

Under the protection of their "big" flag bordered with purple satin, there has never been a mistake in any dart.

This is an unprecedented glorious achievement in the world. This kind of achievement cannot be achieved only by "iron" and "blood".

Now Sima Chaoqun is only thirty-six years old, and has gradually become the idol in the minds of the heroes of the rivers and lakes-an undefeated hero idol.

Only he and Zhuo Donglai know in their hearts how this status is caused.

After drinking the first glass of wine, Zhuo Donglai had already thought about the planning of the ceremony tonight from the beginning.

His wine has always been slow, but his thoughts are extremely fast.

Today is the first time for Sima Chaoqun to open a mountain school to accept apprentices. No matter what, it can be regarded as a sensational event for Jiang Chu.

The most shocking thing is that the disciple Sima Chaoqun accepted was Yang Jian who had only betrayed the "Zhongzhou Lions Hall" a month ago.

Xiongshitang is the only organization that has not participated in the Sima Chaoqun Covenant among the Forty Road Green Forest Heroes on the North Road. It is also the largest and most powerful organization among them.

Yang Jian was originally one of the four beloved generals under the command of Hall Master Zhu of the Lion Hall.

The people in Jiang Hao never thought that Yang Jian would betray the Lion Hall, but everyone knew it. On the second day after Yang Jian left, Zhu Meng, the "lion lion", had spread all the martial arts posts to show his attitude.

——No matter which school, gang, or faction, as long as someone takes in Yang Jian, he is the mortal enemy of the Lion Hall, and he will surely receive cruel revenge from the Lion Hall by all means.

Now Sima Chaoqun has not only taken in Yang Jian, but also opened the Xiangtang, accepting him as the disciple of the open mountain sect.

Although Xiongshitang did not put Sima's "dart board", it has never confronted them head-on, let alone moved their dart flag.

The "lion" Zhu Mengyin is heavy, cruel and unforgiving. He is a very difficult person, and he must do what he says. If he says he wants to deal with someone by any means, he will use whatever means. Come out.

In order to achieve his goal, even if he had to exchange 3,800 heads from the children of the Lion Hall, he would not hesitate.

The woman he loves most in his life is Die Wu.

The butterfly dance is not only beautiful, but also more beautiful in dance.

The hereditary first-class Hou Di Qinglin who knows how to appreciate women the most, before he died under the parting hook, when he saw Die Wu Yiwu, he became unable to say anything. Someone asked him How did you feel? After a long, long time, he sighed and said: "I have nothing to say. I never thought that a mortal would have such a pair of legs, and I have never seen it."

Everyone in the arena absolutely borrowed each other, and this time Zhu Meng would never let Yang Jian go under any circumstances.

Even if he can't move Sima Chaoqun for the time being, he will definitely kill Yang Jian first.

Zhuo Donglai's thoughts are different.

He believed that this time, no matter what the circumstances, Zhu Meng would never want to move Yang Jian with a single shot.

He is sure.

This time the ceremony is completely public. Those who receive the invitation can certainly be in the guest room and be Sima's outstanding guests. Those who have not received the invitation can also go to the courtyard outside the hall to see the excitement.

Many of the disciples under the Lion Hall's school are masters who have experienced all kinds of battles and murders.

There are many assassin killers in the arena who can kill people in an instant among the guards. These people may all arrive here tonight, mixing into the crowd, waiting for the opportunity to assassinate Yang Jian.

In the course of the ceremony, there are of course many such opportunities.

However, Zhuo Dongmi believes that the ceremony will be completed smoothly, and Yang Jian will not be hurt.

Because he has calculated every possible situation, every person who might assassinate Yang Jian is under his close surveillance.

For this matter, he has dispatched one hundred and eighty-six first-level players under the "Beidao 39th Road Escort Bureau", and each of them can deal with twenty-seven big guys.

Zhuo Donglai divided them into eight groups, and each group can definitely play its own role.

However, a specially selected group is just to deal with three people.

"Which three people are they?"

Sima Chaoqun once asked Zhuo Donglai this morning: "Why use a group of people to deal with them?"

Zhuo Donglai has answered this question only by saying the names of two people.

"Because one of these three people is Han Zhang, and the other is a wooden chicken."

At this time, Sima Chaoqun is having breakfast.

He is a very strong man and needs a lot of food to maintain his energy.

Today, his dry rice is a large piece of small sirloin weighing at least three catties, with ten eggs, and a lot of fruits and vegetables.

The beef is roasted with charcoal and coated with very flavorful sauces and spices, making it extremely tender.

This is one of his favorite foods, but after hearing the two names that Zhuo Dong said, he put down the Persian scimitar he used to cut meat and stared at Zhuo Donglai with a pair of sharp eyes.

"Han Zhang and Muji are here?"

"Yes."

"Have you seen these two people before?"

"I haven't." Zhuo Donglai said lightly: "I believe no one here has seen them."

The majority of people in the arena know their names, but few have seen them.

Han Zhang, like Yang Jian, is the lover of the "lion", the most trusted person around him, and the most dangerous person under him.

Zhu Meng has rarely let them leave his side.

The wooden chicken is far more dangerous than Han Zhang.

He has no home, no fixed place to live, and no fixed way of life, so no one can find him.

But if someone needs him, and he thinks he needs this person, then he will suddenly appear in front of this person.

What he needs is usually other people's jewelry gold and a huge number of huge silver bills.

What others need him is usually his noose dart and the two knives he will never leave.

One long knife, one short knife.

When he cuts a person's throat with a knife, he is as easy and proficient as a farmer cutting grass with a sickle.

When he kills with a noose, he is like a gentle and affectionate **** who hangs a bead chain around his lover's neck.

Of course, he needs a price to do this kind of thing. If the price you pay does not satisfy him, even if you kneel down and beg him, he will not trample an ant to death for you.

No matter who wants him to do this kind of thing, he must first pay a price that can satisfy him, except for one person, because he only owes this person in his life.

This person is the chicken.

The scimitar encrusted with jasper ring has been placed in a wooden plate that is full of counterfeit, and there is still a thick gravy on the blade.

Sima Chaoqun used a piece of soft silk to polish the blade sharply before asking Zhuo Donglai:

"You haven't seen them, how do you know they are here?"

"I know." Zhuo Donglai said lightly: "Because I know, so I know."

What kind of answer is this? This kind of answer cannot be regarded as an answer at all, and no one will be satisfied.

Sima Chaoqun is already very satisfied.

Because this is what Zhuo Dong said, he believes in Zhuo Dong's judgment, just as he believes that the knife in the wooden plate can cut meat.

But a strange expression suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly said something strange.

"Wrong!" He said, "Zhu Meng was wrong this time!"

"Why?"

Sima Chaoqun asked himself: "Are Han Zhang and Muji here now?"

"Yes."

"Can they go back alive?"

"No."

"Are they useful to Zhu Meng?"

"Yes."

"Let two people who are so useful to me go to death, I will do this kind of thing?" Sima asked Zhuo Donglai: "Will you do it?"

"No!"

Sima laughed: "So Zhu Meng was wrong. He rarely is wrong, but he is wrong this time."

Zhuo Donglai didn't laugh. After Sima finished smiling, he slowly said: "Zhu Meng is not wrong!"

"Oh?"

"He wants them to come here, not to send them to death." Zhuo Dong said.

"What does he want them to do?"

"Come as a cover." Zhuo Dong said: "Han Zhang and Muji are just a cover."

"Why?"

"Because it was not them who really wanted to assassinate Yang Jian, but another person." Zhuo Dong said: "If we only guard against them, it will be easier for the third person to attack."

"Who is this person?"

"I was a young man, wearing a coarse shirt, carrying a sword, and living in the cheapest inn. He only ate a bowl of clear noodle soup with cabbage for each meal." Zhuo Dong said, "He's already here. For three days, except when I went out to eat noodles, I never went out of the room."

"What did he do when he locked himself in that hut that didn't have anything except bed bugs?"

"I don't know."

"Where did he come from?"

"I don't know."

"What swordsmanship did he learn? Is the swordsmanship high?"

"I don't know."

Sima Chaoqun's pupils suddenly contracted.

He has been with Zhuo Donglai for 20 years, and he has climbed from the mud of poverty to where he is today. No one knows him better than Zhuo Donglai, and no one knows Zhuo Donglai better than him.

He never thought that the three words "don't know" would also come out of Zhuo Donglai's mouth.

If Zhuo Donglai wants to investigate a person, it only takes three to five hours at most to find out the person's background, family background, habits, martial arts sect, where he came from, and where he went.

To do this kind of things, he is not only extremely experienced, but also has methods, many special methods. Each one is absolutely effective.

Sima Chaoqun also knows these methods.

"He lives in a cheap hotel, wears coarse cloth clothes, and eats boiled noodles with cabbage." Sima Chaoqun said: "From these things, you should at least see that he will never be very successful. People from, must not have a very good background."

"It should be like this." Zhuo Dong said: "This boy is an exception."

"Why?"

"Because of his temperament." Zhuo Dong said, "When I saw him, although he was eating cabbage and cooking noodles in a small rice catcher crowded with coolie coachmen, he looked like he was a man. The champion of the new division sits in the Taihua Hall and eats the Qionglin banquet. Although he only wears that coarse cloth, he seems to be a worthy piece of fur."

"Maybe he was pretending to be on purpose."

"This kind of thing can't be pretended, only someone who has absolute confidence in himself will have this kind of tolerance." Zhuo Dong said: "I have never seen a confident person like him."

Sima Chaoqun's eyes gleamed, and he became interested in this young man.

He has never seen Zhuo Donglai value a person so much.

Zuo Dong said: "The name he used in that inn was Li Huicheng, but the name must be fake."

"How do you know it must be fake?"

"Because I have seen the name he left on the counter. It was written by himself. The handwriting is good. But the writing is very blunt." Zhuo Dong said, "A person who can write will never use his name. It’s so rigid."

"What accent does he speak?"

"I haven't heard him speak, but I asked the shopkeeper of that inn."

"What did he say?"

"He used to be a runner in the family escort. He traveled many places and could speak seven or eight provinces." Zhuo Donglai said: "But he can't tell where the guest named Li is. "

"Why?"

"Because this Mr. Li also speaks seven or eight provinces, and each one speaks better than him."

"Where is his clothes?"

Many things can be seen in the clothes a person wears.

The material of the clothes is different, the same is coarse cloth, there are many kinds, the method of dyeing and weaving is different in each place, and the origin of cotton yarn is also different.

To distinguish such things, Zhuo Donglai is also an expert.

"I believe you must have seen his clothes," Sima Chaoqun asked, "What did you see?"

"I can't see anything." Zhuo Donglai said: "I have never seen that kind of coarse cloth, even the kind of thread he used to sew clothes."

Zhuo Dong said: "I believe it must be the yarn he spun, the cloth he wove, the clothes he sewed, and even the cotton he grew in a very special place." He said, "That place. You and I have probably never been there."

They made their debut at the same time and traveled all over the world.

Sima Chaoqun smiled bitterly: "Even places we haven't been to, probably not many people have been."

"I didn't see his sword either."

Zhuo Donglai said: "His sword is always wrapped in cloth and always carried with him."

"Is the cloth he used to wrap the sword the same as the cloth he used to make clothes?"

"Exactly the same."

Sima Chaoqun suddenly laughed again: "It looks like this Mr. Li is really a weird person. If he really came to kill me, then tonight will be fun."

At dusk.

The small rice shop is full of the aroma of lard stir-fry, the smell of sweat from the coolie coachman, and an indescribable strange taste mixed with spirits, peppers, green onions and garlic.

Xiao Gao likes this taste.

He likes the scent of Konoha floating in the clouds and cold wind on the mountains, but he also likes the smell.

He likes noble and elegant celebrities, but he also likes these people who sweat, roll scallions with big pie, eat fat with garlic and drink bad wine.

He likes people.

Because he has been lonely for too long, he has rarely seen anyone except the green mountains, white clouds, flowing water and ancient pine.

He didn't return to the human world until three months ago, and he has killed four people in three months.

Four people with a reputation for dominating the party, four people who are damned but will not die.

He likes people, but he wants to kill people.

He doesn't like killing, but he wants to kill.

Many things in the world are like this, leaving you no choice at all.

Chang'an, the ancient Chang'an, the majestic battlement, is full of moving style with a long history and countless legends.

Xiao Gao didn't come for these things.

Xiao Gao is here for one person-Sima Chaoqun, an invincible hero.

He came with his sword, and his sword is by his hand, always by his hand.

A sword tightly wrapped in coarse cloth.

Very few people can see this sword, and since it was released, few people have been able to see it.

This sword is not for humans.

Xiao Gao knows that someone is paying attention to him.

The next day he came here, he found someone paying attention to him, a very thin body, luxuriously dressed, a pair of cold eyes that seemed to never have any expressions, and they looked as if they were gray.

He has seen such eyes.

When he was eleven, he almost died under the claws of a leopard whose eyes were the same as those of that leopard.

As soon as this person appeared, many people in the small restaurant seemed to stop breathing.

Later, he knew that this person was Zhuo Donglai, the most powerful helper beside Sima Chaoqun, the leader of the "Guardian of the North Road 39th Road Escort."

Xiao Gao slowly ate a bowl of clear noodle soup boiled with cabbage, feeling very happy in his heart.

Because he knows that Zhuo Donglai and Sima Chaoqun will doubt him, talk about him, and guess what kind of person he is.

He believed that they would never know who he was.

He is just like his sword, so few people have seen it.

The sky is getting darker. Although there are no lights in the room, the lights outside are getting brighter and brighter.

The cold wind blew in from the window, and the voices and laughter from the front courtyard could be faintly heard.

Sima Chaoqun knew that the guests he invited to the ceremony and the people he did not invite had already come.

He also knows that everyone is waiting for him to show up, waiting to see him.

But he was sitting in a chair and didn't even move. He didn't even move when his wife came in.

He was bored.

Opening the incense hall, accepting disciples, opening a big banquet, and receiving guests, he was bored with all these things.

He just wants to sit here quietly and have a drink.

Wu Wan understands his thoughts.

No one knows Sima Chaoqun better than Wu Wan. They have been together for eleven years, and they have had a nine-year-old child.

She is here to urge him to get out quickly.

But she quietly pushed the door in, and then quietly closed the door and went out, without disturbing him.

When she went out, her tears suddenly flowed down.

Sima poured another glass of wine.

This is not the first cup anymore, it is the twenty-seventh cup.

He was not drinking the Persian wine that Zhuo Donglai drank. He drank a burning knife. Although it was colorless and tasteless, it seemed that there was a flame burning in his stomach when he drank it.

He didn't drink the pregnant wine.

The door opened quietly again. This time it was not Wu Wan who came in, but Zhuo Dong.

Sima lowered his hands, put the undrinked glass of wine under the chair, and looked at Zhuo Donglai who was standing in the shadow at the door.

"Should I go out already?"

"Yes."

The lights are brilliant in the compound and the voices are noisy.

Xiao Gao was squeezed in the crowd, because he was not a VIP invited by Sima Chaoqun, so he could not enter the hall with more brilliant lights.

There are also many people in the lobby, of course they are all celebrities, celebrities with status, status, and power.

In addition to these celebrities, there are also some strong men in all-blue satin sheepskin gowns receiving guests. Everyone’s movements are very vigorous and agile, everyone’s eyes are bright, and they will never miss anything. The little things that should happen.

The human voice suddenly quieted down.

Sima Chaoqun, who is in charge of the Big Escort of No. 39 North Road, the No. 1 strongman in today's martial arts, and the invincible Sima Chaoqun finally appeared.

When Sima Chaoqun appeared, he wore a specially designed and carefully tailored clothes that were mainly black and white, which made his figure look more powerful and tall, and made him look older than his actual age. Much lighter.

He greeted the guests with a clear and sincere attitude, and walked up to the stone steps in front of the hall and waved to the crowd in the courtyard.

Amidst the loud cheers, it was not Sima Chaoqun that Xiao Gao noticed, but the other two people.

The outfits and appearances of these two men are ordinary, but their eyes are filled with a cold and terrifying murderous intent.

They didn't stand together, and they didn't look at each other, but near each of them, there were people secretly staring at them, keeping a proper distance from them all the time.

Little Gao smiled.

He could see that these two people came for Yang Jian, and they were both first-level killers sent by Zhu Meng.

He could also see that Sima and Zhuo Donglai must have regarded him as their people along the way, because he had already discovered that there were people around him staring at him. Even more than the people they stared at.

Zhuo Donglai has undoubtedly regarded him as the most dangerous person.

"But Zhuo Donglai was wrong this time!" Xiao Gao smiled in his heart: "He sent someone to not nail me, it was a waste of manpower."

On the big case in the middle of the hall, two huge red candles have been lit.

Sima Chaoqun has already sat on a red sandalwood chair covered with tiger skin in front of the case.

Red felt has been spread in front of the chair, and a purple satin worship cushion has been placed.

The ceremony is about to begin.

The two men with murderous eyes are already gradually moving forward, and of course the people staring at them also move with them, and everyone's hands are already stretched out.

Hidden in his arms, of course, is a deadly weapon.

As long as these two people move, the hands of these people will stretch out a weapon from their arms in an instant, and kill them in front of the hall in an instant.

Xiao Gao is sure that these two people will never succeed.

——There must be a third person. This person is the main force sent by Zhu Meng to assassinate Yang Jian.

Xiao Gao's thoughts are actually the same as Zhuo Donglai, the only difference is that he knows that this person is not him.

——Who is this person?

Xiao Gao's pupils suddenly contracted.

Suddenly he saw someone who would never attract anyone's attention, passing by among the crowd.

Xiao Gao noticed this man only because he was carrying a box.

A box that is outdated and commonplace and will attract anyone's attention.

He wanted to look at this person's face, but this person has not been facing him.

He wanted to squeeze past, but the crowd was also squeezing forward, because the central figure of the ceremony had already walked into the hall.

Yang Jian's face looked a little weak, but there was still a smile on his face.

He walked in surrounded by six people.

Xiao Gao doesn’t recognize these six people, but as long as those who move frequently in the arena, there are very few who don’t recognize them. Among them, there are not only the long-established masters in the **** industry, but even those who have been on the Guanluo Road in the past The thief Yun Mantian was also among them.

Under the protection of such six masters, who else can hurt Yang Jian?

Yang Jian had already stepped on the red felt, and walked to the satin cushion specially selected for his apprenticeship.

In that instant, there was action in the yard! More than twenty people have already fallen, bleeding and crying, falling down, struggling and shouting among the crowd.

The people who fell were not exactly Zhuo Donglai's subordinates, most of them were innocent people.

This is a plan that Han Zhang and Muji have discussed.

Of course they also know that someone is staring at them, so before they take action, they must first cause chaos and use the blood of innocent people to cause chaos.

In the chaos, their bodies have flew up and rushed towards Yang Jian.

Xiao Gao didn't even look at them.

He believes that they will not succeed no matter what method they use. What he pays attention to is a person carrying a box.

But this person has disappeared.

Sima Chaoqun still sits in the chair of Zichen, his expression unchanged, and his expression unchanged.

The assassin's killer has been isolated in front of the hall.

Yang Jian has walked out of a door at the back of the hall under the protection of six high-ranking men.

Xiao Gao has already spotted the direction of this door.

The attention of those who had been staring at him was distracted, Xiao Gao suddenly jumped into the hall, slid along the wall and out of a window with a peculiar way that no one could describe.

Of course, this window and that door are in the same direction.

The backyard outside the window is full of plum fragrance and rosin, mixing them into a very pleasant fragrance. The gloomy corridor is densely covered with Tsing Yi guards with long knives hanging from their waists.

There is also a door at the end of the corridor.

When Xiao Gao flew out the window, he happened to see Yun Mantian and they flashed into the door holding Yang Jian.

The door was closed immediately.

The long knives on the waists of the Tsing Yi guards have been unsheathed, and as the knives flickered, twelve people have rushed towards Xiao Gao.

They didn't ask who Xiao Gao was or why he was here.

The order they received was: As long as a stranger enters this yard, immediately kill it!

Xiao Gao didn't explain why he came here. The current situation has reached a time when no words can explain it.

The only thing he can do now is to knock down these people first. Use the fastest way to knock down these people.

He must rush into the room at the end of the corridor as soon as possible.

The light of the sword flew up like a horse, and Xiao Gao's sword was still in the coarse cloth.

He didn't draw out his sword, so he used this coarse cloth as a blanket. He had knocked three knives into the air and knocked down four people.

At the moment he rushed into the corridor, seven or eight people were knocked down. When these people fell, he had rushed out of the door.

Zhuo Donglai is already outside.

He has always been a person hidden behind the scenes, but as long as there is an extraordinary change, he will appear in time.

Xiao Gao looked at him, and suddenly sighed: "It might not be too late, but it must be too late now."

The blade light from behind struck again, Xiao Gao didn't look back, but Zhuo Donglai waved his hand, and the blade light from the volley stopped immediately.

"What are you here for?" Zhuo Donglai asked coldly: "What are you here for?"

"I just want to see someone."

"Who are you looking at?"

"The murderer."

Zhuo Donglai sneered: "No one can kill here."

"Yes," Xiao Gao said, "There is one."

Zhuo Donglai's face suddenly changed, because he had smelled the usual faint blood.

The **** air really came from behind the door.

Zhuo Dong turned around and banged open the door. At the moment he turned around and banged open the door, his people seemed to have fallen into hell.

Behind the door was originally a very exquisite and gorgeous room, but now it has become a hell.

There will never be a living person in hell, nor in this house.

The seven people who walked in alive just now have never been able to walk out alive. Some people’s throats have been severed, and some people’s hearts have been pierced, pierced through the front of the chest and pierced through the back.

The worst is Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's head is gone, and there is an additional Zhang Baitie beside him, with eight words on it: "This is the fate of the traitor!"

There are four windows in the house, all of which are closed.

What about the murderer?

Open the window, the star and the moon are in the sky outside the window, and the sound of gongs and drums in the distance is what Jin Wu can't help but Shang Yuan Ye tonight.

Zuo Donglai stood silent for a long time in the face of the cold wind. He didn't send anyone to pursue the murderer, but turned around and stared at Xiao Gao.

"Do you know someone is going to come here to kill?"

"Not only I know you should know." Xiao Gao sighed: "I've long wanted to see this person."

"But more than one person will kill."

The throat was cut with a very thin alkyne knife, and the heart was pierced with a sharp spear.

Yang Jian's head seemed to be chopped off by an axe.

Zuo Donglai's attitude has calmed down, calm and calm.

"You should be able to see that there are at least three people." He said: "No one can kill with these three weapons with completely different shapes and weights at the same time."

"Yes." Xiao Gao answered confidently: "There is one."

"Do you think there is such a person in the world who can use these three weapons at the same time to assassinate seven masters in an instant?"

"Yes!" Xiao Gao said with great confidence: "Maybe there is no such a second person in the world, but there is definitely one."

"Who is this person?"

"I don't know."

Xiao Gao sighed again: "If you didn't block me just now, maybe I could see him."

Zhuo Donglai stared at him, and could already feel the cold sweat from his palm.

"But I didn't know that he had arrived in Chang'an." Xiao Gao said: "I never thought he would kill for Zhu Meng."

Zhuo Donglai stared at him for a long time, looking at his eyes, his attitude, the way he stands, the sword in his hand wrapped in coarse cloth, and suddenly said, "I believe you, if You have to go. You can go now."

People who heard this sentence were very surprised, because this is definitely not Zhuo Donglai's usual style, he has never let a person off so easily.

Only Zhuo Donglai knows why he did this. He has already seen that Xiao Gao is also a very dangerous person, and in this case, he doesn't want to get into trouble anymore.

Xiao Gao smiled.

"I also know that I can leave whenever I want to." He said, "It's a pity that I don't want to leave yet."

"Why?"

"Because I still have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?"

"My surname is not Ji, nor is my name Li Huicheng," Xiao Gao said, "I didn't come for Yang Jian either."

"I know." Zhuo Dong said: "Just because I know, I let you go."

"Unfortunately, there are many things you don't know." Xiao Gao smiled: "Just because you don't know yet, I can't go yet."

Zhuo Donglai's hands are tight.

He suddenly realized that this young man had a wildness that was difficult for others to detect, like a beast that had just been tried out from a deep mountain, and he had no fear of anyone or anything.

"My last name is Gao, I am here for one person."

"For whom?"

"For Sima Chaoqun," Xiao Gao said: "Sima Chaoqun is always invincible."

In the palm of Zhuo Donglai's clenched hands, there was a cold sweat suddenly again.

"Are you Gao Jianfei?" He asked Xiao Gao: "It was the young swordsman Gao Jianfei who assassinated the four masters of the three major sword sects of Kunlun Huashan Kongtong in three months?"

"Yes." Xiao Gao said: "I am."

The night is darker and the wind is tighter.

"I never kill people secretly!" Xiao Gao said: "So I want you to choose a time~IndoMTL.com~choose a place, let me see if Sima Chaoqun is really undefeated forever."

Zhuo Donglai suddenly smiled: "I promise he will let you know, but I hope you never know."

On the Long Street, Jin Wu can't help but the flower market lanterns are picturesque.

All kinds of lanterns, all kinds of people, the little taller is so healthy, I didn't see it.

Zhuo Donglai has promised him that he will reply to him within a month, and promised that he and Sima Chaoqun will have a fair duel.

He originally came for this, but now he doesn't seem to care much about it.

Now there is only one person in his mind, a mouthful of the box.

——What kind of person is this person? What a terrible weapon this box is?

At this time, there was a person carrying a box, silently walking out of the ancient city of Chang'an in the cold dark night.