Heroes Shed No Tears Chapter 16: 　It’s too cold in the heights

Before and after February 25th.

Chang'an.

Someone in the distance is knocking the watch, the third watch.

There are three watch every night, and the three watch every night seems to have a bleak and mysterious beauty.

The third watch every night seems to be the most exciting time of the day.

Zhuo Donglai sits on Diao Qiu, pours some fine wine, and should be more drums coming from afar. On this horrible night, he should be the happiest person in Chang'an City.

His opponents have been defeated, and all he has to do is done. Who else can compete with him today?

Who knows if he is really as happy as others think?

He is also asking himself.

——Since he doesn't kill Sima, why should he defeat Sima? Why defeat the heroic idol he made himself? Is he himself as disappointed as the hero of the world?

He couldn't answer.

——Since he doesn’t kill Sima, why doesn’t he simply fulfill him? Why not go quietly?

Zhuo Donglai couldn't answer either.

He only knows that the knife must never be cut down with a blade, and that Sima Chaoqun must not be killed in his hands: just as he could not kill himself with his own hands.

In a certain way, part of this person has melted into Sima Chaoqun's body, and part of his own body has been replaced by Sima Chaoqun.

But he believes that even if there is no Sima Chaoqun, he will survive, and the Escort will continue to exist.

When the fourth cup was reached, Zhuo Donglai's mood was really happy. He was going to go to bed with another cup.

Just as he stretched out his hand to pour the glass of wine, his heart suddenly sank, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He suddenly found that the box under the lamp had disappeared.

There are people guarding in shifts nearby day and night. No one can walk into his cabin easily, and no one knows that this ordinary and old box is a terrible secret weapon.

Who would risk their lives here to take a bite of the box?

With the sound of "wave", the crystal cup in Zhuo Donglai's hand was shattered. He suddenly realized that he might have done something wrong, and suddenly thought of Zhuo Qing's expression before his death.

Then he heard someone knocking on the door outside.

"Come in."

A sturdy young man with a high forehead, square face and wide shoulders, the prince pushed in immediately, dressed neatly and plainly, with a serious and sincere attitude.

The Big Escort is large in scale and well-organized. Every job and every action is hierarchically responsible. There are not many people who are directly ordered by Zhuo Dong, so the lower-level subordinates in the Escort can meet him in person. Not many people.

Zhuo Donglai hadn't noticed this young man before, but now he immediately guessed who he was.

"Zheng Cheng." Zhuo Donglai said with a sullen face: "I know you have done meritorious service for Zhuo Qing recently, but you should also know that this place is not for anyone to come here casually."

"The disciple knows." Zheng Cheng respectfully and sincerely: "But the disciple must come."

"Why?"

"Five months ago, Zhuo Qing had assigned his disciples to his subordinates and he had direct command." Zheng Cheng said: "So no matter what he wants the disciples to do, the disciples dare not disobey."

"Did Zhuo Qing want you to come?"

"Yes." Zheng Cheng said: "Come and speak for him."

"Speaking for him?" Zhuo Dong asked sharply: "Why does he want you to speak for him?"

"Because he is dead."

"If he is not dead, will you come next?"

"Yes," Zheng Chengping said quietly: "If he is still alive, even if he throws his disciple into the oil pan, he will leak the words he said."

"He wants you to wait until he is dead?"

"Yes." Zheng Cheng said: "He told his disciples that if he dies, they should come to see Mr. Zhuo within two hours and tell him his life without missing a word."

Zhuo Donglai looked at him coldly, and suddenly found that this person's attitude and tone of speech were almost as if Zhuo Qing was speaking himself.

"He is dead now." Zheng Cheng said: "So the disciples can't help but come, and don't dare not come."

The fragments of the crystal cup were still shining under the lamp, and each fragment looked like Zhuo Qing's dying eyes.

Zhuo Donglai undoubtedly remembered his dying attitude again. After a while, many people asked Zheng Cheng: "When did he tell you?"

"It was probably before and after the time."

"Before and after 18:00?" Zhuo Donglai's pupils contracted again, "Of course it was before and after the time."

At that time, both Sima Chaoqun and Zhuo Donglai had already arrived in the tomb-like room.

That was when Zhuo Qing could take the time to freshen up and change clothes.

However, he didn't do these things as usual. What he did at that time was things that Zhuo Dong didn't know until he died.

Zhuo Donglai stared at Zheng Cheng.

"At that time he knew he was going to die?"

"He probably already knows it." Zheng Cheng said: "He told me himself that he probably won't survive tomorrow morning."

"He lives well, how could he die?"

"Because he already knew that someone was going to die."

"Who is this person?"

"It's you." Zheng Cheng looked at Zhuo Donglai: "The person he said is you."

"Why would I want him to die?"

"Because he has done a lot for you, and knows a lot, you will never leave him to Sima Chaoqun." Zheng Cheng said: "He can see that you and Sima have reached a break. At that time, whether for Sima or yourself, you will put him to death first."

"Since he is so accurate, why didn't he run away?"

"Because he has run out of time, he didn't expect things to happen so fast, he didn't have time to prepare." Zheng Cheng said: "But before you fight Sima, you must find him first. If you find that he has fled, you will definitely Put down everything else and pursue him with all your strength. With his current strength, you can't escape your grasp."

"By then, it would be nothing more than death. Why didn't he give it a try?"

"Because by that time, Sima's grief and anger may have subsided, and his determination may have been shaken. He still cannot escape, and you and Sima may get back together because of this."

Zheng Cheng said: "You should know what kind of person he is. He would never do this kind of thing."

Zuo Donglai clenched his fists.

"So he would rather die than give me this opportunity, rather than let me reunite with Sima?"

"Yes." Zheng Cheng said: "Because you two will gain both if you get together, and you will lose if you divide. He wants to avenge himself. This opportunity is his only chance."

Zuo Donglai sneered: "He is dead, can he still avenge himself?"

"Yes." Zheng Cheng said: "He wants me to tell you that if you kill him, he will definitely make you regret it, because he dug your grave for you before he died. Sooner or later you will always I will lie down one day."

Zheng Cheng said: "He wants me to tell you that this day will definitely come soon."

Zhuo Donglai stared at him, saying word by word: "But now I am not dead, I can kill you with my hands raised, and let you die without a place to bury."

"I know."

"Then how dare you speak so rudely in front of me,"

"Because these words are not what I said, but Zhuo Qing said." Zheng Cheng's expression remained unchanged: "He wants me to tell you these words verbatim. Being unfaithful is not righteous to him."

His attitude is serious and sincere: "Now I am not qualified to be an unfaithful person."

"Not qualified?" Zhuo Donglai couldn't help asking: "To be an unfaithful person, one must be qualified?"

"Yes."

"What kind of qualifications do you have to be an unfaithful person?"

"Although people know that he is unfaithful and unrighteous, they can only hate him. When they see him, they can only treat him respectfully, not being rude." Zheng Cheng said, "If so If you don’t have such qualifications and want to be an unfaithful person, then you really have to die without a place to bury him."

Zhuo Donglai stared at him for a long time, and asked each word: "Am I already qualified for this?"

Guo Cheng answered without thinking: "Yes."

Zuo Donglai suddenly smiled.

He shouldn't laugh. What Guo Cheng said is not funny. Every sentence is not funny. No one will laugh when he hears these words.

But he smiled.

"You said it well, you said it very well," Zhuo Donglai laughed: "If a person is already qualified to be an unfaithful person, what else in the world can annoy him?"

"Probably not anymore," Zheng Cheng said sincerely: "If one day I can do this, I won't have any more troubles."

"Then you can do it well." Zhuo Donglai said unexpectedly, "I hope you can do it."

He smiled again: "I believe Zhuo Qing must be sure that I will not kill you, and now I just need someone like you."

Zheng Cheng looked at him, eyes full of respect, just like Zhuo Qing's eyes before.

"There is another person," Zheng Cheng said, "There is another person who is probably more useful than me."

"Push?"

"Gao Jianfei."

Zheng Cheng said: "He has been waiting to see you, I want him to go, but he must wait, and he said that it doesn't matter how long he waits, because he has nowhere else to go anyway."

"Then let's let him wait." Zhuo Donglai said lightly: "But a person is always a little sadder when waiting for someone. So we might as well treat him better. Give him what he wants. What."

"Yes."

Zheng Cheng stepped back slowly, as if waiting for Zhuo Dong to ask him something.

But Zhuo Donglai didn't ask anything, and closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

From the light, his face was indeed tired, pale, weak and tired.

But when Zheng Cheng looked at him, his eyes were full of awe, respect and fear that came from the bottom of his heart.

Because this person is indeed different from others, and his views and reactions to everything are different from others.

Zheng Cheng withdrew and closed the door. When the cold wind hit him, he realized that his crotch was soaked with cold sweat.

Zhuo Donglai is indeed different from anyone.

When others are bound to be sad and angry about something, he laughs, and when others are bound to be surprised and excited about something, his reaction is strangely cold, not even at all.

He knew that Gao Jian was flying, and he was waiting for him like an infatuated teenager waiting for his lover.

He also knew that the tear marks on Gao Jianfei's sword could turn into blood marks at any time. It could be his blood or the blood of his enemies.

But he didn't seem to even react at all.

The box on the table is gone, and the owner of the box who was settled by Zhuo Qing in the small courtyard is probably also gone.

Zhuo Qing has determined to retaliate.

If he wants to find the most terrifying enemy for Zhuo Dong, Xiao Leixue is undoubtedly the most ideal one.

Junzixiang is not a drug that can never be solved. If you don't continue to use it, Xiao Leixue's skill can be fully restored within three or two days.

It was probably Zhuo Donglai's death at that time.

Besides, Zhuo Qing can do many things for him, many things that he regrets.

His accounts, his money, his letters, and his secrets, everything may be betrayed by Zhuo Qing, and everyone who is not right with him may be used by Zhuo Qing.

——What kind of grave was Zhuo Qing dug for him before he died?

If this kind of thing happens to someone else, we will do everything possible to find out in the shortest time.

But Zhuo Donglai did nothing.

Zhuo Donglai fell asleep, really fell asleep.

He first walked into his bedroom, closed the door and window, and pressed a secret hub in a secret corner of the bed.

Then he went to a hidden cabinet in that corner and took out a small box studded with jewels. From the box, he took out a light green pill and swallowed it, a kind that would allow him to do whatever it takes. The pill to fall asleep peacefully.

He is too tired.

After a particularly brilliant victory, it always makes people feel particularly tired.

In this case, the only thing that can really make a person wake up is sleep.

The key to life and death is often decided in an instant. When deciding this kind of thing, you must be absolutely sober.

So he needs sleep. For him, nothing is more important than this.

No one can judge the importance of a matter better than Zhuo Donglai.

He only thought of one person before the others went to bed.

He didn't think of Zhuo Qing who had infiltrated his sword, nor was it the blood of Xiao Lei who could come and take his life at any time.

He thought of his brother, the brother who died from birth. He had lived with him for ten months in the mother's fetus, and he had accepted and competed with him for the blood of the mother's fetus.

He has not seen his brother, his brother will always be nothing more than a vague shadow in his heart.

But in the moment of illusion when he fell asleep, this vague shadow suddenly became a person, a person who could see clearly.

This person seems to be Sima Chaoqun.

Someone is making a shift in the distance, and the third shift has passed.

The drum sound is so monotonous, but so bleak and ruthless, when it comes to the third watch, no one can even think of leaving it in the second watch.

Sima Chaoqun remembered that he only heard someone knocking on the watch. He remembered hearing the knocking on the second watch.

He heard clearly.

Although he had already drunk at that time, he had only drank seven or eight catties at most. Although he felt a little light and fluttering, his mind was still very clear.

He clearly remembers that at that time he was drinking in a **** small wine shop. In addition to him, there was a large table of guests next to him. They were all ten ** year-old boys, holding five or six at least The woman twice their size was bragging loudly.

They say Sima Chaoqun. Everyone praised Sima Chaoqun as a great hero who is rare in the sky and unparalleled in the underground, and he has more or less friendship with them.

The person who blows is very happy, and the person who listens is also very happy.

There is only one person who is neither happy nor happy, this person is Sima Chaoqun himself.

So he drank desperately.

He also clearly remembered that when others were happiest, he suddenly stood up and patted the table and cursed: "What is Sima Chaoqun? He is not a thing at all, he is not a human at all, even A textbook is worthless, not even a fart."

The more he drove, the happier he was, but the others were unhappy. Someone suddenly turned the table over, and a dozen young men rushed over together. He seemed to have knocked one of the noses into two .

Sima Chaoqun remembers these things very clearly, more clearly than the most diligent elementary school children's thousand-character essay.

He even remembered a woman with rouge on her face like a part of some kind of tree-climbing beast, so she took off the clogs she wore on her feet and knocked him on the head.

But he doesn't remember anything from now on.

At that time, he clearly heard that the second shift was knocking, but now it has passed the third shift.

At that time, he was still sitting in a **** small wine shop drinking, but now he has lain down, lying in a dark alley with neither willow bank nor waning moon, and his head has become eighty. It was so heavy that his throat became like a chimney in a big kitchen, and his whole body was sore and aching, as if he had just been rubbed on the washboard as a pair of torn pants.

—Did the fat woman's red-lacquered wooden clogs hit him on the head?

——How did he get here?

——What happened during this time?

Sima Chaoqun can't remember at all.

At this time, it seemed to be completely blank, as if a page in a book had been torn off.

When Sima Chaoqun was struggling to stand up, he discovered that there was another person in this dark alley, looking at him with a strange look, as if asking him.

"You really are the unparalleled hero Sima Chaoqun? How did you become like this?"

Sima Chaoqun was determined to ignore him, determined to pretend that he hadn't seen this person, but this person was determined to let him see him, not only came over immediately, but also took his arm.

He couldn't stand up after a lot of effort, but now he stands up immediately, and he stands upright.

This person still refuses to let him go, his eyes are full of sympathy and sadness: "Boss, you are drunk, let me support you."

This person said: "I am A Gen, boss, don't you even recognize A Gen?"

"Agen"? The name is familiar.

Only those who followed him when he first debuted would call him "the boss."

Sima suddenly slapped the man on the shoulder, squeezed his arm hard, and laughed.

"Good boy, where have you been hiding in the past few years? Have you married a wife? Did you lose your wife?"

Agen laughed too, but tears seemed to come from his eyes.

"Unexpectedly, the boss still remembers me as a gambler. He actually recognizes me as a hopeless person."

"You are a gambling ghost, we are both as boring." He took Agen: "Go, let's find another place to drink."

"Boss, you can't drink anymore," Agen said, "If you didn't drink the last half tank of wine just now, how did those **** get a hair on your boss?"

His voice was full of sorrow, "Boss, if it wasn't for you to drink so softly, how could you get beaten like this by those bastards? Even the fat **** used clogs on the head. Holes."

Agen said: "As long as those **** hear the boss's name, they will be scared to pee."

"Did I really get beaten just now?"

Sima really didn't believe it, but after touching his head and ribs, he couldn't help but believe it.

"It looks like I was really beaten." He suddenly laughed: "Okay, good beating, good beating, I didn't think it was such a pleasant thing to be beaten, I haven't been like this for decades. Happily."

"But the boss didn't let them take advantage of anything, and he beat up those **** so badly that they crawled all over the floor like wild dogs."

"That's not fun." Sima actually sighed: "I really shouldn't have beaten them."

"Why?"

"Do you know why they beat me?" Sima said, "Because I scolded their hero Sima Chaoqun so **** and worthless."

He laughed again: "Sima Chaoqun was beaten up for cursing himself. If this is to be known to the heroes of the world, it would be strange not to laugh at those **** looking for teeth."

Agen couldn't laugh, he just murmured: "If Mr. Zhuo is by the side, the boss will not be drunk."

He suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Where is Mr. Zhuo? Why didn't he stay with the boss this time?"

"Why does he want to be with me?" Sima kept laughing: "He is him, I am me, he is the real hero, I'm just a bear, he didn't cut my head Coming down to be a chamber pot is worthy of me."

Agen looked at him in surprise. After a long time, he asked, "Could it be that Mr. Zhuo is the other way around?"

"He reversed? What did he reverse?" Sima was still laughing: "Big Escort was originally his, what am I? "

Agen looked at him, his tears finally shed, and suddenly he knelt down, "dongdongdong" knocked his head three times.

"Damn Agen, I'm sorry for the boss."

"You did not sorry for me, there is only one person in the world who is sorry for me, and this person is myself."

"But there are some things the boss doesn't know yet, Argen would rather be killed by the boss, but also to speak out."

"Say it!"

"For these years, Agen has not been with the boss, just because Mr. Zhuo must send me to the Luoyang Lions Hall to go undercover, and he also wants me to hide it from the boss." Agen said, "Mr. Zhuo knows that the boss has always been. He is an upright person and never let the boss know about such things."

"It just so happens that I don't want to know," Sima suddenly sighed: "Zhu Meng, that **** probably won't know how many people he has sent by Zhuo Donglai, he is probably the same as me. A bastard."

Agen stared at him for a long time, suddenly a strange light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly asked Sima: "Do you want to see that bastard, boss?"

Sima's eyes also flashed: "Which **** are you talking about?" He raised his voice and asked, "Is that **** Zhu Meng like me?"

"Do you know where he is?" Sima asked again: "How did you know?"

He stared at Agen: "Are you also one of the 86 people who followed him to die this time

A-Gen knelt down again: "A-Gen **** it, A-Gen's sorry to the boss, but Zhu Meng is really like the boss, a **** and loyal hero, A-Gen can't bear to betray him anymore. So this time Agen is here, he is ready to accompany him to die in Changan."

He touched the ground with his head, his face bleeds: "A Gen **** it. Although A Gen has betrayed the dart board, he never had any malice towards the boss in his heart. Otherwise, he will die and become a beast."

Sima seemed to be dumbfounded, and suddenly turned up and smiled: "Okay, so Zhu Meng. You can ask Zhuo Donglai to send the big spies to follow you desperately, you are really a good guy."

He laughed and said: "Spiked shoes and Agen are also good guys. Compared with you, Sima is so superb that I am not as good as a shit."

His laughter was hoarse and grief, but he did not shed tears.

Not really.

Zhu Meng did not shed tears either.

He didn't shed tears when he watched the spikes die for him and put them in his arms.

He was bleeding at the time.

Although it is flowing from the eyes, it is also blood.

Die Wu must still be bleeding, no one in the world can stop her blood.

Because what came out of her wound was not blood, but the spirit of the dancer.

And the soul of the dancer has turned into a butterfly.

——Who has seen a butterfly bleed? Does anyone know what color the blood of a butterfly is?

Bleeding, why do people always bleed? Why don't you always know how ugly this is?

But the butterfly knows.

Because her life is so beautiful and short, no one can see her ugly side anymore.

"Cover me with a quilt and cover my legs. I don't want others to see my legs."

This is the last sentence Diawu said before she passed out for the fourth time.

In fact, she has no legs.

Because she has no legs, she doesn't want to be seen. If someone still bears to say that this is also a kind of irony and one of human weaknesses, then this person's heart must have been forged into iron stone by the ghost fire.

The thick and heavy quilt was covering Die Wu's body, as if a dark cloud before the storm suddenly covered the sun.

Die Wu's face has no trace of luster, a trace of blood, just like the dim light of the lamp on the table in the hut that has burned out.

Zhu Meng has been guarding her under the lamp, without moving, speaking, drinking a drop of water, or shed a tear.

The cabin is damp and cold.

The remaining thirteen people under his staff are also guarding him like he is guarding Diewu. They were as sad and desperate as him, but they were still talking.

——Why didn’t Ho Agen, who went out to inquire about the news to buy food for them, returned?

When Agen came back, Sima Chaoqun also came.

Everyone saw Agen bring a person back, a tall stranger, his hair was messed up, his clothes were broken, his body was still wounded, but he was not carrying a weapon.

But no matter what, at this time, he shouldn't bring such a stranger here.

Because this desolate stranger seems to be a beast that is being chased by hunters, but the beast is still a beast after all. It is still full of danger and can still hurt people.

Although this person is not armed with a weapon, he carries an aura that is sharper than a blade.

Everyone in the hut immediately squeezed the big knife they had made up their minds to never leave.

Every knife will be out of its sheath.

Only Zhu Meng was still sitting there still, but he issued an order that all his subordinates could not understand.

He suddenly ordered his subordinates: "Pull the lamp, light the fire, light the candle." Zhu Meng's command is straightforward and strange, "Light up everything that can be lit."

No one understood what Zhu Meng meant, but Sima Chaoqun did.

He has never met Zhu Meng.

But as soon as he walked into this dim, damp and dilapidated hut, he saw that Zhu Meng, who was sitting next to the big kang like a rock that had been eroded by weathering, knew that he had already seen him. The person who wants to see the most in his life but has never seen it before.

There was only one dim light in the cabin.

Bright lights are all joys. In such a tragic situation, no matter how bright the lights are, they are useless.

But Zhu Meng now orders: "Light up all the lights."

His voice is low and hoarse, "Let me see this VIP."

The lights came on immediately, and what Zhu Meng said were usually absolutely valid commands.

Three lamps, seven candles, and five torches are enough to light up the hut like daylight. It was enough to take a picture of every scar and wrinkle on everyone's face in this cabin.

The wrinkles produced by sorrow, grief, hatred and anger seem to be deeper than the scars cut by a sharp blade.

Zhu Meng finally stood up slowly, turned around slowly, and finally faced Sima Chaoqun.

The two people are facing each other silently, silently looking at each other, as if there is only the sound of flames flashing on the earth.

It seems that there are only two of them left in the world.

Two depressed people with scars and grief, both of whom have completely failed.

But there are still only two of them in the world.

When the two of them stood face to face, no one else in the world seemed to exist anymore

"Are you Sima Chaoqun?"

"Do you think I am?"

"I don't think you really look like you. The heroic Sima Chaoqun shouldn't be like you." Zhu Meng said, "But I know you are Sima Chaoqun, you must be."

"Why?"

"Because apart from Sima Chaoqun, there is no other person in the world who looks like you." Zhu Meng said, "You look like you have only seen eight hundred and eighty-eight injustices all at once. Dead ghost."

Sima actually agreed.

"It is true that not many people can see 888 unjust dead at once, but more than one."

"Who else is there besides you?" Zhu Meng asked, "Is there another person whose surname is Zhu named Zhu Meng?"

"It seems to be."

Zhu Meng laughed.

He is indeed laughing. He usually laughs when he hears such words. Sometimes his laughter can be heard even ten miles away.

He is also laughing now, but there is not even a slight smile on his face, and the laughter can't even be heard by the person standing next to him.

Because he didn't even smile at all in his voice.

There was no laughter, no cry, and other people couldn't laugh, they couldn't even cry.

But tears are already in their eyes.

They are neither Zhu Meng nor Sima Chaoqun, so they can cry.

It can bleed, or it can shed tears.

All they have left is blood and tears.

Zhu Meng looked around these good men who would never leave him until he died, as if blood was about to burst out of his big bloodshot eyes.

"This time we were defeated, completely defeated," he hissed: "But we were unsatisfied with the defeat, and we were not satisfied with the death."

"I know," Sima Chaoqun said sadly: "You already know everything about you."

"But when we came, you were not in Chang'an."

"Yes, I was not there at that time." Sima sighed: "I don't know you will come so soon."

"So you went to Luoyang alone?"

"I wanted to rush to see you alone and solve the matter between us completely." Sima Xiao, "It is up to the two of us to solve it by ourselves."

"Do you really think so?"

"Really."

Zhu Meng suddenly sighed: "I did not misread you, I knew that if you were in Chang'an at that time. At least it would give us a chance to fight to the death."

His voice is full of grief and indignation: "We came to die, and if we were to die in this kind of despicable conspiracy, we died so unconvinced."

"I understand."

"But I don't blame you. If you were in Chang'an at that time, you would never do such a despicable thing."

"You were wrong." Sima Chaoqun said solemnly: "It doesn't matter if I was there or not, this matter is mine."

"Why?"

"Because I was still the master of the Escort at that time. As long as it was under the Escort, I was fully responsible." Sima Chaoqun said: "I am wronged, and the debt is the king. This debt is still I should pay it back."

"Are you here to pay the debt today?"

"Yes."

"Can you pay off this debt?" Zhu asked sharply, "How can you pay off?"

"Repay if you don't pay," Sima Chaoqun said: "What do you want me to pay, I will pay it. Otherwise, why should I come?"

Zhu Meng stared at him, and he stared at Zhu Meng too. The strange thing was that instead of hatred and resentment, the eyes of the two people were full of respect.

"You said that you were still the master of the dart board at that time." Zhu Meng suddenly asked Sima: "What about now?"

"Now no matter what kind of person I am, it has nothing to do with this matter."

"Why?"

"Because you are still Zhu Meng, I am still Sima Chaoqun."

This person who seemed to have completely failed in the eyes of others, suddenly revealed the inviolable dignity of an emperor in his expression. "I am here to pay this debt today because you are Zhu Meng and I am Sima Chaoqun. This will not change under any circumstances."

Sima Chaoqun said: "Even if the head is broken and the family is destroyed, this will not change."

——Yes, it is like this.

——The head can be broken, the blood can flow, but the spirit can never be succumbed, and it will never be destroyed.

This is the loyalty of Jianghu men, and this is the **** nature of Jiang Huang men.

Zhu Meng stared at Sima Chaoqun, his expression full of inviolable dignity.

"You are my life's mortal enemy. We have a deep bond between you and me. I don't know how many people have died because of this," Zhu Meng said: "For these deadly wronged souls, you and I have also faced difficulties."

"I understand."

"I, Zhu Meng, traversed the rivers and lakes all my life, wielding a knife to kill people, and eagerly expressing grudges. I never saw anyone in my eyes." Zhu Meng said: "Only you, you Sima is outstanding."

His voice was already trembling with excitement: "Your Sima Chaoqun, please be respected by my Zhu Meng today."

He really bowed down. This man who never bowed his knees actually fell to the ground, in front of Sima Chaoqun.

Sima Chaoqun also bowed down.

"I worship you as a real hero, a real men's double." Zhu Meng hissed: "But after this worship, you and I will be the best."

He said word by word: "Because I will still kill you, I have no choice."

Sima Chaoqun said solemnly: "Yes. People in Jianghou are like this. You and I have no choice."

"It's good if you understand." Zhu Meng's voice is even more hoarse, "It's good if you understand."

He stood up and looked around at his subordinates again.

"This person is Sima Chaoqun, the person who destroyed our Lion Hall." Zhu Meng said in a low and slow voice: "Just because this person wants to cause his unprecedented hegemony, our brothers no longer know how many people have died tragically. In the streets, even the bones cannot be buried. Our sisters no longer know how many people have become widows. Some people have even become **** in order to eat."

Everyone listened silently, bloodshot bursts in their tears, and blue veins bulged on their fists.

"Each of us has sworn a poisonous oath in our hearts, not to take off his head, or to return to his hometown." Zhu Meng said, "Even if we all die in battle, we will turn into ghosts to take his soul. ."

He pointed to Sima Chaoqun: "Now he has come, and you can hear what he said very clearly."

Zhu Meng said: "He came to pay the debt, and the blood debt must be paid with blood."

His gaze swept across the faces of his subordinates like a knife: "He is only one person. He is like us. He has been rebelled and destroyed, but we still have these brothers at least. We want revenge. Now is the most. Good opportunity, he is by no means an opponent of us."

Zhu fiercely said: "You all have knives in your hands. Now you can draw your knives and slay him here."

No one draws a knife.

Everyone listened silently, without even looking at Sima Chaoqun.

Zhu Meng shouted: "Why don't you do it yet? Are your hands already soft? Have you forgotten how to kill?"

A Gen suddenly rushed over, fell down in front of Sima and Zhu Meng, and threw his five bodies on the ground.

"Boss, I know that you came here with me to die," Agen said: "Boss, you seek benevolence and benevolence, and die without regret. After you die, Agen will definitely be the first Arrange your funeral, and then go with you."

Sima Lequn laughed: "Okay, good brother," he laughed, "It's a good one to seek benevolence and benevolence, and die without regret."

Suddenly, with a sound of "whistle", a knife fell from a man's hand and fell to the ground.

Zhu Meng asked this man sharply: "Man Niu, you have always been a good man. You have never been soft in murder. Why can't you even hold a knife now?"

The bull lowered his head, his face covered with blood and tears.

"Hall Master, you know that I wanted to cut off this person's head before I dreamed, but now,..."

"How are you doing?" Zhu Meng's voice was even harsher: "Don't you want to kill him now?"

"I still want to, but if I tell me to kill him like this, I really can't do it."

"Why?"

"I don't know what it is for?" The bull also knelt down, slapped himself hard, his face was bloody: "I damn, I'm a **** child, although I know it in my heart, but the hall master If you ask me to say it, I can’t say it."

"You spoil, you can't tell, I can tell," Zhu Meng said: "You can't do it, just because you suddenly discovered that the man we want his life every day is a good guy. Since he has a kind of man Come to see us, we should also treat him as a hero. If we kill him in this way, even if we take revenge, we will have no face to meet the heroes of the world."

He asked Man Niu: "You said, do you think so in your heart?"

The bull touched the ground with his head, his face blurred with blood and tears.

Zhu's sharp, blade-like gaze swept across the faces of his subordinates once again.

"What about you?" He asked him these brothers who have followed him through all his life and have nothing but a life: "What do you think?"

No one answered.

But everyone's hand holding the knife was hurt.

Although they have lost everything, they still haven't lost their vitality and courage.

Zhu Meng looked at them, one by one, and suddenly there was light in his tired and godless eyes, and suddenly looked up and said: "Okay, this is a good brother, this is Zhu Meng's good brother. Zhu Meng can pay a brother like you, and he won’t be wronged if he died."

He turned his face to ask Sima Chaoqun, "Did you see, what kind of brothers are my Zhu Meng's brothers? Is there one of them?"

Sima Chaoqun's eyes are already red, already red.

But he did not shed tears.

He still stood there like a javelin. After a long time, he said word by word: "Zhu Meng, I'm not as good as you, I'm not even worthy of wiping your butt." He said, "Because I don't have you like this. Brother."

This sentence was not spoken by others, it was spoken by Sima Chaoqun.

The unparalleled hero Sima is superb.

Zhu Meng's eyes did not seem to be proud of, but full of sadness, as if asking himself in his heart:

——Why are we not friends but enemies?

Of course this sentence will not be said. Zhu Meng only said: "Anyway, you are worthy of us, and we will never be sorry for you." He said, "It's a pity that one thing will not change. "

He clenched his fists: "I'm still Zhu Meng, and you're still Sima Chaoqun, so I still want to kill you."

This is also a breath of energy, just like an eternal love, the sea can be dry and the stone can be rotten, but this breath will always exist.

Because of this qi, these quack boys who have nothing or even roots can live forever in the hearts of **** people.

Zhu Meng said again: "As you said just now, this was originally a matter for the two of us, and it should have been resolved by ourselves."

He asked Sima Chaoqun: "Is it time now?"

"Yes."

Zhu Meng stared at him for a long time, and suddenly said: "Give Sima a knife."

Man Niu immediately picked up the knife on the ground, and sent it with a double pass. A big knife made of 100-refined steel, there were already a few missing places on the blade.

"This knife is not a good knife," Zhu Meng said, "But in Sima Chaoqun's hands, no matter what kind of knife can kill people."

"Yes." Sima Chaoqun gently stroked the gap on the blade: "This knife was originally a killing knife."

"So I just want you to promise me one thing."

"What's the matter."

"If you can kill me, don't show mercy under the knife." Zhu Meng's voice changed to stern: "Otherwise, even if I kill you, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

He asked Sima sternly: "Do you want my Zhu Meng to regret you for the rest of my life?"

Sima Chaoqun’s answer is very clear: "If you can kill you with one stab, you will never see my second stab."

"Okay," Zhu Meng said, "Excellent."

The light of the knife flashed, and Zhu flicked the knife sharply.

Everyone in the small room avoided. These people are Zhu Meng's good brothers who live and die together.

But they all avoided.

No one has died in life since ancient times, death, what's so great about death? But the dignity and loyalty of a man can never be damaged by anyone.

Zhu Meng crossed the sword to Sima: "If I am under your sword, my brother will find you again."

He said: "Zhu Meng can die by Sima Chaoqun's sword, and he has no regrets in his death."

But he still couldn't help but look back at Die Wu, which might be his last look.

——If I die by your knife, I just hope you can take care of her for me.

This sentence will not be said. Zhu Meng only said: "If you die by my sword, I will take good care of your wife and children."

"My wife and children?" Sima Chaoqun laughed miserably, "My wife and children may only take care of them after I die by your knife."

Zhu Meng's heart sinks.

It is only now that he realizes that Sima's grief and pain may be heavier and deeper than him.

But he has drawn his sword. The knife is horizontal.

The heart has also gone.

Life and death have been in an instant, and there is probably nothing in this world that can stop them from this life and death battle.

But at this moment, at this moment.

"Zhu Meng."

Suddenly he heard someone calling, the voice seemed so far away, so far away.

But the person who called him was by his side. A person who can ask him to die for her at any time.

A man he can't forget in his dreams.

Those who have gone have gone, and the love is still there;

Yiwu for Jun. Turned into a butterfly.

Zhu Meng did not look back.

His knife is in hand, and his mortal enemy is in front of his blade. His brothers are watching him. He can no longer look back, he has no hesitation.

"Zhu Meng," the call sounded: "Zhu Meng."

The call so far, and so close.

The call so close, and so far away, into the home of the dream of the prodigal son.

Wang Yu's home is far away in deep and deep pain.

Zhu Meng looked back.

With another "dang" sound, Zhu Meng turned his head back, the knife had fallen when he turned his head, and Die Wu was looking at him when he turned his head.

She saw only him, and all he saw was her.

At this moment, all people no longer exist, and all things no longer exist.

All the grievances, hatred, anger and sorrow have turned into butterflies.

The butterfly flies away.

The butterfly flies and flies, is it coming? Is going? Is it a human? Is it a butterfly?

"Zhu Meng, Zhu Meng, are you there?"

"I am, I am, I have always been."

He is here.

The sword is not there, the lion is not there, and the smashing hero is gone.

But he is here.

As long as she is there, he is there.

"Zhu Meng, I was wrong, and you were wrong too."

"Yes, I was wrong."

"Zhu Meng, why don't I always understand how you treat me in your heart? Why don't you always let me know?" Die Wu said, "Why don't you always let me know how much you like me? Why don’t I always let you know how much I need someone who likes me?"

There is no answer. Some things are always unanswered, because there is no answer at all.

"Zhu Meng, I am going to die, don't die." Die Wu said: "I can die, you can't die."

Her voice is like hairspring in the mist.

"I can no longer dance for you, but I can still sing for you." Die Wu said: "I sing, you listen, I must sing, you must listen."

"Okay, you sing, I listen."

No more.

No one, no resentment, no hatred, nothing but the singing she wants to sing.

So she sang~IndoMTL.com~ Baoji was hurriedly combed, and the lead was lightly made up;

The green smoke and purple mist cover is light, and the flyspring is indeterminate.

It is better not to see each other than to see each other, what is it like to be merciless to be sentient;

After the Shengge was gone, he woke up from the wine, and the courtyard was slant and quiet. "

The hairspring gradually went further and stopped.

She sings, she has already sung.

She stopped.

Everything between heaven and earth has stopped, at least for this moment.

There is no more dance in the world, there is no song, there is no more in the world. There are no more tears.

Only blood.

Zhu Meng stood there foolishly, looked at her foolishly, and suddenly a mouthful of blood came out.