Heroes Shed No Tears Chapter 2: 　Good head

The sixteenth of the first month.

Safflower set.

The sky is full of wind and snow.

Riding a fast horse braved the wind and snow and rushed to Honghuaji, one hundred and sixty miles southwest of Chang'an City.

The Lantern Festival night has passed, and the joyous days are over.

A broken lantern, rolling in the snowy street in the cold wind, rolling into the boundless wind and snow, although it still wears the remnants of the night’s makeup, no one will ever look at it anymore It's like a woman who has to spoil her and abandon her all night.

Immediately, the rider stopped outside the market, tied the horse to a dead tree, took off a good-quality and valuable windproof cloak, and revealed a blue cotton jacket inside, from the saddle Inside a burlap bag, he took out an oil-paper umbrella and a pair of spiked shoes.

He put on his spiked shoes, propped up the oil paper umbrella, untied the linen bag and held it in his hand. He looked no different from other country folks.

Then he walked into the safflower set with a deep foot and a shallow foot on the snow.

His sack is filled with a big secret that can shake the world, and he also hides a big secret that can shake the world, a secret that only he knows in the world.

He came here because he wanted to deliver the contents of the sack to a brothel on the safflower market immediately and hand it over to someone.

——What is in his sack? Who are you going to give to?

If anyone knows this secret, he will be dismembered by a knife within a few moments, and his parents, wife, children, and relatives will also die tragically by the knife within three days, completely clean.

Fortunately, this secret will never be revealed. He would never reveal it himself, nor would anyone find it out.

Because no one would have imagined that "the lion" Zhu Meng would at such a time, Qingqi stayed away from his heavily guarded Luoyang rudder, and broke into Sima's superior territory alone. Two

Even Zhuo Donglai, who had done everything he could, couldn't think of him daring to take such a risk.

Simple town, simple brothel.

Zhu Meng is shirtless, wearing a pair of low-nosed trousers. He sits on a big kang, and uses a large sea bowl to fight with the seven or eight girls who drink the best here. As long as someone drinks a bowl, he will drink one. bowl.

He drank Fenjiu, and he had drunk forty-three bowls in a row, but his face didn't change.

Everyone who saw it was shocked.

This big man with a beard is almost as if he was beaten with iron, even his stomach.

"Whose turn is this bowl?" Zhu Meng poured a bowl full of wine again: "Who will fight with me?"

No one dared to fight with him anymore, not even a big Shandong girl nicknamed the Great Ocean Tank dare to speak again.

Drunk guests are always more generous in their shots. Drinking guests’ wine is originally the girls’ skill.

"But this man..." The big wine jar later said to others: "He is not a person, he is a wine barrel, a wine barrel without a bottom."

Zhu Meng laughed on his back and drank three more bowls in one breath. He suddenly slammed the coarse porcelain large bowl to the ground, and it was smashed to pieces. Suddenly, a pair of big copper bell-like eyes suddenly shot out like a blade. The light dinged the tortoise slave, who had been so frightened that his legs were weak as soon as he walked into the door.

"Did someone come outside?"

"Yes."

"Did you come to find me?"

"Yes." Turtle slave's voice was already shaking: "It's a person with a very strange name."

"What's his name?"

"Called spikes."

Zhu Meng slapped his hands vigorously, "Good boy, finally rushed, tell him to get me in."

"Spiked shoes" took off the spikes on his feet, and then took the linen bag and walked into the upper room, which had been warmed by horse dung and warmed like spring.

As soon as he walked in the door, the sack in his hand was snatched by someone. With a shake of the sack, something rolled out of it, and it was rolling on the big kang, which was unexpectedly a human head.

The girls were terrified, and the turtle slave's pants were soaked.

Zhu Meng laughed again.

"Good boy, I finally did not misunderstand you. You can really do something for your old man. Go back and reward your two little wives."

His laughter suddenly stopped, staring at the spikes and asked in a deep voice: "Did he explain anything to you?"

"No." Spikes said: "I only saw him carrying a box in his hand, and he didn't even see his face clearly."

Zhu Mengrui's eyes suddenly showed a very strange expression, he sighed slightly, and murmured in his mouth: "Now you don't owe me anything, I just hope you will think of coming to see me in the future. Drink a few drinks with me."

Of course he didn't say these words to spikes, and sighing is not his usual habit.

So he immediately laughed again: "Zhuo Donglai, Zhuo Donglai, others say that you are a **** Zhuge Liang, have you thought that Lao Tzu has been drinking all night by your doghouse?"

"The hall master has always been fascinating in his work, how can the surname Zhuo predict it?" The spikes hung his hands and said, "But he must have calculated the only way we want to send Yang Jian's head back to Luoyang, so he must be early It’s here to put a pile of cards."

"Then there is a fart?" Zhu Meng stared: "Since he didn't expect Lao Tzu to be here, would he transfer the main force here?"

"No."

"Will he and Sima come?"

"Neither."

"So the people he sent were at best the two little bunnies around him who couldn't even grow a beard." Zhu Meng said flatly, "I assume he will not send Guo Zhuang, but Sun. Through."

"Yes." The spikes bowed his head: "It must be."

He lowered his head because he didn't want Zhu Meng to see the fear in his eyes.

He suddenly discovered that this beard and **** looked like a vulgar person. Not only was he much smarter than others thought, he was also far more terrifying than anyone thought.

Zhu Meng suddenly jumped up, stood on the big kang like a king, and asked loudly the girls and turtle slaves who had been so scared that they couldn't walk: "Do you already know who I am now? "

No one dared to answer, no one dared to speak.

"I'm the most uncle Zhu." Zhu Meng pointed his thumb to his nose and said, "It's Sima Chaoqun's rival."

He suddenly rushed out, took a large bowl of ink and a bald pen from the counter outside, dipped the bald pen in thick ink, and wrote ten heads in one breath on the chalk wall that was recently painted. Big word.

"Luoyang hero Zhu Meng is here for a visit."

Ink dripping on the white chalk wall, Zhu Meng threw his pen and laughed.

"I have already been here, now I am going back." He slapped the spikes on the shoulder: "Let's go all the way back and see who can stop it."

Sun Tong shouldn't be called Sun Tong.

He should call Sun Dang.

Because Zhuo Donglai once praised him in front of many people: "Although Sun Tong is not very old, he can block one block no matter who comes, and he can block one block no matter what happens, and It can be stopped."

There is a teahouse next to the official road outside Honghuaji. If you sit on the door of the teahouse, you can see everyone on the official road clearly.

Sun Tong is sitting in this seat.

Under the eaves on both sides of the road, as long as it can stand the wind and snow, there are one or two people in Tsing Yi standing. These people are much older than him, and their seniority in the **** is also older than him. Much. They are all his subordinates.

Although these people are also specially selected, extremely sharp-eyed, and extremely experienced players, Sun Tong is much better than them in every aspect, and even they themselves are convinced.

They were sent here because Sun Tong wanted to use their vision and experience to check everyone who came out of the Red Flower Collection.

Anyone, as long as there is something suspicious, a bag that can hold his head in his hand, and as long as there is a place on the sedan where his head can be hidden, they must be thoroughly searched.

Although their search is sometimes embarrassing, no one dares to refuse. Because everyone knows that people who come out of the "Big Escort" must never be offended.

Sun Tong is not afraid to offend anyone.

He has received an order from Zhuo Dong, under no circumstances should Yang Jian's head be taken out of the Chang'an Mansion.

When he executes Zhuo Donglai's orders, he has always been thorough and effective.

Sun Tong didn't pay much attention when Xiao Gao walked out of the Red Flower Collection.

Because there is absolutely no place to hide a head in Xiao Gao's body.

But Xiao Gao walked up to him, and sat down on the chair opposite him, even smiled at him, and asked him: "Your name? Your name?"

He didn't laugh, but he didn't refuse to answer verbally, "The last name is Sun, Sun Tong."

"Hello."

"Although it's not so good, it can't be considered too bad." Sun Tong said lightly: "At least my head is still on top of the neck."

Little Gao laughed.

"Knowing that your head is still on your neck is indeed a very pleasant thing." He said: "If you can still know where Yang Jian's head is, it would be even more pleasant."

"You know?"

"I only know that Mr. Zhuo must be very reluctant to see Yang Jian's head fall into Zhu Meng's hands, and let him carry it to friends in the rivers and lakes to show off his power." Xiao Gao said, "That's why you are here."

"You seem to know a lot."

"It's a pity that I still don't understand," Xiao Gao said, "People who want to go to Luoyang don't have to go to the official road. Even a foreigner knows that there are at least two or three small roads." /

"I only care about the big roads, I don't care about the small roads."

"Why?"

"People who walk on the trails are not too courageous, and there is no need for me to deal with them."

"Well said! Great!"

Xiao Gao poured a cup of tea from Sun Tong's teapot, then suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Have you found any suspicious people?

"Only one was found."

"Who?"

"You!"

Xiao Gao laughed again: "If it was really me, it would be very unpleasant."

"Who is unhappy?"

"You!"

Xiao Gao looked at Sun Tong: "If I were to take Yang Jian's head to pass this level, then you might suddenly find that your good head is no longer on your neck."

He actually has to explain, "Your Excellency means you."

Sun Tong didn't get angry, his face didn't change, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

"I can also see that you did not bring Yang Jian's head!" Sun Tong said, "But I can see that you brought a sword."

"You read that right."

"Why don't you set aside your sword to try it out?"

"What to try?"

"Try to see whose head falls from the neck." Sun Tong said.

Xiao Gao gently stroked his coarse cloth baggage that never left his hand, smiled and shook his head. "I can't try." He said: "Never try."

"Don't you dare?"

"It's not like you dare, you can't."

"Why."

"Because my sword is not used to deal with you," Xiao Gao said in a very polite manner: "Because you are not worthy."

Sun Tong's face remained the same, but his eyes were suddenly covered with bloodshot eyes.

Many people will be like this before they kill.

His hand has dropped, holding the hilt of the sword on the stool.

Xiao Gao has stood up, turned around, and is ready to go. If he wants to make a move, no one can stop him, and if he doesn't want to make a move, no one can force him.

But before he went out, he heard the sound of thundering horses hoofs. "

There is also a strange sound of footsteps in the sound of hoofs. This kind of footsteps can only be made when Dingya is running on the ice and snow.

As soon as he distinguished the two different sounds, he had already seen a galloping horse riding on an acetylene horse.

The knight on the horse was full of beards and wore a large sheepskin jacket, but the plackets were unraveled. He didn't care at all to let the wind and snow blow on his **** like a knife.

There is another person behind, wearing a pair of oilcloth spikes on his feet, one ding pulls the horse’s tail, and the other holding a bamboo pole in his hand. He lifts a burlap bag high on the bamboo pole, and rushes with the horse’s mouth. Li was still shouting loudly, "Yang Jian's head is here. This is the fate of the traitor."

Immediately, people burst into laughter, the laughter was like a lion, and the snow on the eaves was shaken down.

Of course Xiao Gao will not leave.

He had never met Zhu Meng, but he knew at a glance that this person must be Zhu Meng.

Except for "the lion" Zhu Meng, who has such a prestige?

He couldn't think of how Zhu Meng would suddenly appear here, but he hoped that Sun Tong would let them pass.

Because he had seen a gold-backed machete held upside down in Zhu Meng's hand.

A four-foot-nine-inch-long gold-backed machete. The back of the knife is thicker than a butcher's cutting board, but the blade is as thin as paper.

Sun Tong is still young.

Little Gao really didn't want to see such a young man beheaded by such a knife in front of his horse's hoof.

Unfortunately, Sun Tong has already gone out, with a sharp sword light, leaping up from behind the table, the bird ship swept out, the sword light like a rainbow, and he took immediately Zhu Meng's throat.

This blow is like the last gambler's solitary bet, he has already bet all his wealth and life.

This blow is inevitably fatal, not the opponent's life, or his own life.

Zhu Meng laughed wildly: "Good boy, there is such a thing."

Amidst the laughter, the four-foot-nine-inch-long machete has been raised high, and the golden light on the back of the knife and the cold light on the blade's blade are dazzling like sharp needles in the reflection of the snow.

Xiao Gao only saw the light of the knife flash, and it suddenly turned into a blush.

Countless dots of bright red blood flowers, like fireworks, suddenly splashed out of the light of a knife, intertwined with a piece of silvery snow to create an unforgettable picture.

No one can describe this beauty, so beautiful, so cruel, so tragic.

At this moment, everything in the world seems to have been deterred by this beauty and stopped.

Xiao Gao just feels that even his heartbeat and breathing have stopped.

Although this is only a moment, but this moment seems to be eternal.

Only "death" between heaven and earth is eternal.

The galloping horse did not stop and the spikes were still running. After more than 20 feet of running, Sun Tong's body fell, behind their men and horses, falling like the blade of that machete. On the ruthless ice and snow.

Then the thousands of bloodbaths fell with a little snow.

The blood flower is bright red, and the snowflakes are white.

The galloping horse hissed long, the people stood up, and the people wearing spikes flew lightly.

Zhu Meng reined his horse, turned the horse's head and ran back in small steps, the spikes hung on the horse's tail like a paper kite.

The people in Tsing Yi on both sides of the road, although they have drawn their knives, their blades are as bright as those of Zhu Meng, but their faces and eyes have turned dead gray.

Zhu Meng laughed again.

"Look clearly, Lao Tzu is Zhu Meng." He laughed and said, "Lao Tzu left your heads, just because Lao Tzu wants you to see the old man clearly with your eyes, and use your mouth to tell Sima and Zhuo Dong that Lao Tzu is here. It’s over, now I’m leaving again. Even if this is Longtan Tiger’s Den, Lao Tzu will come and leave if he wants to."

He shouted: "Aren't you going to get out of here?"

The man in Tsing Yi was already backing away. Hearing the loud shout, he immediately ran away, running faster than a horse.

Zhu Meng wanted to laugh again, but he still didn't laugh, because he suddenly heard a person sighing and saying, "Now I know that there are not many people in this world who are not afraid of death like Sun Tong."

Xiao Gao has already sat down, sitting in the seat where Sun Tong was sitting, and he picked up the scabbard that Sun Tong had fallen when he drew his sword, put it on the table, and his own sword wrapped in coarse cloth. put it together.

He didn't look at Zhu Meng with his straight eyes, but he knew that Zhu Meng's face had changed.

Then he found that Zhu Meng had already arrived in front of him, riding high on the horse, staring at him with a pair of sharp eyes like copper bells.

Xiao Gao doesn't seem to see it.

He is drinking tea.

The tea in the cup was cold. He poured it out, poured another cup from the pot, and mourned again, because the tea in the pot was also cold, but he had to pour another cup.

Zhu Meng kept staring at him, and suddenly asked loudly: "What are you doing?"

"I'm drinking tea." Xiao Gao said, "I'm thirsty and want to drink tea."

"But you didn't drink it."

"Because the tea is already cold," Xiao Gao said, "I never like to drink cold tea."

He sighed: "I don't care about drinking, I drink all kinds of alcohol, but I have always been very particular about drinking tea. Cold tea is absolutely unacceptable. If I drink cold tea, I would rather drink poisonous wine."

"Do you still want to pour a cup of hot tea from this teapot?" Zhu Meng asked Xiao Gao.

"I was thinking that way."

"Do you know this pot of tea is completely cold."

"I know." Xiao Gao said: "Of course I know."

Zhu Meng looked at him as if looking at a monster: "You know this pot of tea is already cold, but you still want to pour a hot cup out of this pot of tea."

"Not only should it be hot, but it should also be hot." Xiao Gao said: "The hot tea is delicious."

Zhu Meng suddenly laughed again, and turned around to tell the spikes.

"I wanted to chop off this kid's head, but I can't do it now." Zhu Meng laughed and said, "This kid is a madman, I never chop off a madman's head."

The spikes didn't smile because he saw a strange thing.

He saw Xiao Gao actually poured a cup of hot tea from the pot of cold tea. The hot tea was so hot that it was so hot that it smoked.

Zhu Meng's laughter also quickly stopped, because he also saw this incident.

Not many people can laugh after seeing this kind of thing. Not many people can turn a pot of cold tea into hot tea with the inner strength and heat of their palms.

Zhu Meng suddenly turned around and asked the spikes: "Is this kid crazy?"

"It seems not."

"Does this kid seem to have a bit of his mother's real skills?"

"It seems to be."

"Unexpectedly, this kid is really a good kid." Zhu Meng said: "I almost missed him."

After saying this sentence, he did something that no one would have thought he would do.

He suddenly got off his horse, thrust the machete in his hand into the ground, walked to Xiao Gao, held his fists in a serious manner, and said solemnly: "You are not a madman, you are a good man, as long as you recognize me Be a brother, if you are willing to accompany me back to drink a few days happily, I immediately knelt down and kowtow to you three times."

The "Xiong Lion Hall" is like a cloud, and the lion Zhu Meng shocked Heluo. With his identity, how could he indulge in such an obscure teenager? But from his appearance, it didn't look like a fake at all.

Xiao Gao seemed to have been stunned. After a long time, he sighed and said with a wry smile: "Now I believe that the people in the rivers and lakes are not false. The lion Zhu Meng is indeed a great character. No wonder there are so many people serving. You, I'm willing to go to work for you."

"Where are you?" Zhu Meng asked immediately: "Will you make my friend Zhu Meng?"

Suddenly, Xiao Gao slapped the table hard and said loudly: "He fucks, and you make friends when you make friends. What's so great about making friends." His voice was louder than Zhu Meng: "I'm Gao Jian flying in the rivers and lakes. After mixing for a few months, I haven't met a person who can respect me like you. Why can't I make you a friend?"

Zhu Meng raised his face and laughed, "Okay! Well said!"

"It's just that kowtow must be avoided." Xiao Gao said, "You kneel down with me, and I can't stand. If two people kneel on the ground and kowtow, you kowtow, and I kowtow. Didn’t it become a pair of kowtows?"

He said loudly: "I will never do this kind of thing."

Zhu Meng immediately agreed!

"If you say or don't do it, we won't do it."

"I can't accompany you back to drink." Xiao Gao said: "I have a dead date in Chang'an."

"Then let's drink here and have a good time."

"Just drink here?" Xiao Gao frowned: "Aren't you afraid of Sima coming?"

Zhu Meng suddenly slapped the table hard.

"He ***, what's the big deal even if he comes? Lao Tzu can only fight this life with him at best. What can he do with Lao Tzu?" Zhu Meng said loudly, "But But we have to drink this wine. Not drinking is worse than death."

"Okay! Drink and drink." Xiao Gao said: "If you are not afraid, I am afraid of a bird."

Not only are there no guests in the teahouse, but the juice has slipped away.

Fortunately, the wine jar does not slip away.

Wei Meng Xiaogao drank the wine, spiked the wine to pour the wine, the wine was poured not fast, and the jar of wine was not finished yet. There was the sound of horseshoes in the distance.

The sound of hoofs is as tight as a drum, and there are at least sixty or seventy horses.

The Red Flower Collection was originally within Sima Chaoqun’s sphere of influence. If someone said that as long as Sima gave an order, this place could be trampled on the ground in a moment, that would not be too exaggerated.

But Zhu Meng didn't even blink his eyes, Qianli held a large bowl full of wine, and did not spill a drop.

"I will respect you three more bowls." He said to Xiao Gao: "I wish you many blessings and longevity, and good health."

"Okay! I drink."

Although he drank quickly, the sound of horseshoes came even faster. After drinking these three bowls of wine, the sound of hoofs sounded like thunder.

The hands of the spiked shoes holding the wine jar are a bit soft, but Zhu Meng still doesn't change his face.

"This time it's your turn to respect me." He said to Xiao Gao: "You must at least respect me three bowls."

The spikes suddenly interrupted: "Report to the hall master, I am afraid that these three bowls can no longer be drunk."

Zhu Meng was furious: "Why? Why can't you drink it?"

"Report to the hall master, and drink it again. I am afraid that Young Master Gao's life will be killed with the hall master."

Zhu Meng's anger suddenly disappeared, and he suddenly sighed, "He also made sense. It's okay to lose my life. Why do I bother you?"

He was about to jump up, but Xiao Gao held his shoulder and said lightly: "My life is not worth more than you. You can work hard, why can't I? Besides, we may not be able to fight them. "

Zhu Meng laughed again: "It is reasonable, you are more reasonable."

Xiao Gao said: "So I also want to respect you three bowls, and I wish you many blessings and longevity, and good health."

The two people laughed at the same time. The laughter has not stopped, and the thunderous sound of horseshoes has bypassed the teahouse and surrounded the teahouse in a moment.

The sound of hoofs stopped abruptly, and after a few intermittent horses hiss, all the sounds were gone.

Tiandiwen suddenly became silly and silent, and the teahouse was a tomb.

Suddenly the spikes also sat down and said with a wry smile: "Report to the hall master, now I want to drink some wine."

The sword is silent, the sword is silent, the man is silent, and the horse is silent.

Because everyone and every horse has been rigorously trained for many years, and will never make any unnecessary noises when necessary, even if the head is chopped off, no noise will be made.

In the deathly silence, a man wearing a purple jade crown, sable fur, and hands on his back walked into this teahouse.

"Purple Qi Donglai" Zhuo Donglai has already arrived.

His attitude is extremely calm, a calmness that can only be shown when a person already knows that he is absolutely in control of the advantage.

The three lives of these three people in the teahouse are undoubtedly in his hands.

But Xiao Gao and Zhu Meng didn't even look at him.

"I want to respect you three more bowls." Xiao Gao said, "These three bowls wish you long life and prosperity, many children and many grandchildren."

He hasn't poured the wine yet, Zhuo Donglai has already arrived in front of them, and said lightly: "I should respect these three bowls."

"Why?"

"Hall Master Zhu came from afar, and we didn't realize the friendship of a landlord at all. Of course, I should respect these three bowls."

Zhu Meng actually drank three bowls without even speaking, and Zhuo Donglai was not slower than him.

"I will also honor three more bowls of Hall Master Zhu." Zhuo Dong said: "I also have to drink these three bowls of wine."

"Why?"

"Because after drinking these three bowls of wine, I have something to ask Tangsheng Zhu."

"What's the matter?"

Zhu Donglai drank three bowls of wine first: "Palace Master Zhu's whereabouts are erratic, and I think this place is like no one's land." He sighed: "If Hall Master Zhu had just left, we would be really helpless. "

He raised his head and looked at Zhu Meng coldly: "But why didn't Hall Master Zhu leave just now?"

"Can't you think of it?"

"I just can't think of it!"

"Actually, I didn't expect it, because I hadn't made this friend yet." Zhu Meng patted Xiaogao on the shoulder: "Now that I have made this friend, of course I have to accompany him for a few drinks. Since he can't go back with me, I have to stay here to accompany him."

Zhu Meng laughed again: "This truth is actually very simple, but it's a pity that people like you will never understand it."

Suddenly, Zhuo Donglai stopped talking, staying silent, sighing, drinking, and not talking.

During this period of time, he seemed to suddenly become a wooden person, and he didn't even have any expression in his eyes.

There was no action outside. Without Zhuo Dong's order, no one dared to do anything.

This time is not short.

During this time, what were Xiao Gao and Zhu Meng between? Zhuo Donglai neither knew nor cared.

During this time, only Xiao Gao had the strangest expression.

From the expression on his face, it seemed as if he had seen seven or eight scorpions and a dozen bugs get into his clothes, but he had to hold back.

He did see something that no one else had seen, because the direction he was sitting was exactly facing a window on the back left, which happened to be open.

Outside this window, there are of course the people and horses brought by Zhuo Donglai, but from the angle of sitting tall, one can just see a tree in the gap between the people and the sword.

A big poplar tree that has withered, with a person standing under the tree.

Looking over from the seat where Xiao Gao sits, you can just see this person.

A silent ordinary person, holding an old ordinary box in his hand.

Xiao Gao wanted to rush out. Several times he wanted to rush out, but he didn't move.

Because he knows that the decisive time has come, and everyone's life and death will be decided at this moment. Anything he does may hurt his friends.

So he can't move.

He only hoped that the person standing under the tree with the suitcase in his mouth would not leave.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly he saw a very strange thing again.

He suddenly saw Zhuo Donglai smile.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that Zhuo Donglai was also very charming when he laughed.

He saw Zhuo Donglai stand up with a smile, and bow to Zhu Meng with a very graceful gesture.

"Hall Master Zhu, I won't toast you anymore." Zhuo Dong said, "It's still a long way to go to Geyang, and most of the drinks are always not good."

Xiao Gao was stunned, and Zhu Meng was stunned.

"You let him go?" Xiao Gao asked, "Are you really willing to let him go?"

Zhuo Donglai smiled faintly: "He can make you a friend, why can't I? He can take the risk to accompany you to drink here, why can't I let him go for you?"

He actually brought Zhu Meng's horse over by himself: "Hall Master Zhu, goodbye from now on, there will be some time later, forgive me not to send it away."

Smoke billowed, a horse, a ponytail, a pair of spikes, and two people were all gone.

Xiao Gao watched them away, then turned around to face Zhuo Donglai, and couldn't help sighing: "Now I believe that the people in the rivers and lakes are not false~ IndoMTL.com~ Ziqi Donglai' Zhuo Donglai is really an amazing person. ."

Zuo Donglai also sighed: "Unfortunately, I know you will not make my friend, because you only want to be famous, and you only want Sima Chaoqun to die under your sword."

Xiao Gao was silent for a long time before saying; "Maybe it's not him who died, it's me."

"Yes, you are likely to die." Zhuo Donglai said lightly, "If someone wants to bet with me, I am willing to use ten to win one and bet you die."

He looked at Xiao Gao: "If you want to bet with me, I am willing."

"I don't want to."

"Why?"

"Because I lost."

After saying this, Xiao Gao rushed out because he suddenly found that the person who was still standing under the tree just now disappeared.

This time Xiao Gao is determined to catch up with him.