Heroes Shed No Tears Chapter 13: 　slaughterhouse

February 24th.

Chang'an.

Before dawn.

The sky is dark, darker than at any time of the day. Gao Jianfei sat alone in the dark, so cold that even the blood seemed to freeze.

"I was not wrong." He kept telling himself: "I am not sorry for Zhu Meng, nor am I sorry for her, I am not wrong."

Love itself is not wrong. It is not wrong for any one person to fall in love with another.

When he fell in love with Die Wu, he didn't know that Die Wu was Zhu Meng's woman. He didn't even think about it.

But whenever he thought of Zhu Meng's expression when he saw Die Wu, he would feel a sense of guilt and regret like a knife cut in his heart.

So he left.

He wanted to rush over, clinging to the Die Wu in the pool of blood, and throwing everything aside. Hugging the only woman in his life, caring for her for the rest of his life, loving her for the rest of his life, love her no matter whether her leg is broken or not.

But Zhu Meng had already jumped over and hugged her first, so he left silently.

He can only walk.

—How far can he go? Where should I go? How far does it take to forget these things?

Who can answer these questions for him?

The closer it is to dawn, the darker the earth seems. Xiao Gao lay down, lying on the cold snow, looking up at the dark sky.

Then he closed his eyes.

——Since you can only see darkness when you open your limited eyes, why not close your eyes?

"It will die like this."

As soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a person say coldly: "This winter, at least four or five people in Chang'an were frozen to death like this. The freezing is harder than a rock, and even wild dogs can’t chew. Move."

Xiao Gao ignored him.

——Since living so hard, why not die?

But this man refused to let him die.

Suddenly his jaw was twisted open, and suddenly he felt a pungent rush into his throat and into his stomach.

Immediately there was a flame burning in his stomach, making his whole body warm.

He opened his eyes and saw a man standing in front of him like a stone statue with a box in his hand.

An extraordinary person, an extraordinary box.

If this person wants to live alone, it is difficult for anyone to die, just like when he wants to die alone, it is difficult for anyone to live.

Xiao Gao understands this.

"Good wine." He jumped up and tried his best to look like he didn't care: "Did you give me a Huzhou Daqu?"

"It seems to be."

"You can't hide this kind of thing from me. I started drinking while others were breastfeeding." Xiao Gao laughed, as if he really laughed happily: "Some people are born heroes, and some people are born to be heroes. Swordsman, there are also people who are born alcoholics."

"You are not an alcoholic," the man looked at Xiao Gao coldly: "You are a bastard."

Xiao Gao laughed again: "Assholes are assholes. What is the difference between an **** and an alcoholic?"

"There is a little difference."

"Which point?"

"You will know after reading it."

"What to see?" Xiao Gao asked: "Where to see?"

The man suddenly held his threat, flew up with him, and stopped after passing numerous heavy roof ridges.

"Here." He said, "Just come here to see!"

Here is the ridge of a tall building in a vast garden.

This tall building is the first floor of Chang'an Ju.

The sky is almost bright. Looking at it in the gray dawn, the flowers are still so proud and gorgeous. Strangely, there seems to be a flower falling on the snow.

"If you think it is a flower, you are wrong." The person carrying the box said, "That's not a flower, that's blood."

Xiao Gao's heart is sinking.

He knows that it is blood, and he also knows who's blood it is.

When Zhu Meng came, he had already ambushed his dead men here, and was ready to fight Zhuo Donglai to the death.

"But you should also think that Zhuo Dong will not be unprepared." The person carrying the box said: "There is no one of his here, just because his people are outside, he knows that you are going to ambush your hands here. , So I surrounded you outside."

This time, Zhuo Donglai's subordinates dispatched a total of 320 people, all of whom he could mobilize in these two days.

"Although they have almost several times more people than you, Zhuo Donglai still dare not act rashly."

"Because he knows that the people who come to the Lions Hall this time are all heroes who are not afraid of death, and they all come to work hard."

"Desperately?" The person carrying the box sneered, "Do you think it must be useful to work hard?"

He asked Xiao Gao: "Will it be useful if you want to fight me hard? Will I be too scared to do it?"

His question was sharp and ruthless, and it was impossible to answer, and he was not prepared to answer Xiao Gao.

"Sometimes desperately is just to die." He said: "Zuo Donglai is definitely not afraid of those people."

"Who is he afraid of?"

"It's you!"

Xiao Gao smiled, smiling bitterly: "Have you forgotten the battle between Sima and I under Dayan Pei?"

"But Sima is not in Chang'an."

"Where is he?"

"In Luoyang." The person carrying the box said: "He is not a person like Zhuo Donglai. He also has the pride of Zhu Meng, but he is mostly restrained."

"Oh?"

"Being an undefeated hero is never easy. Sima Chaoqun’s life is not easy."

The person carrying the box was sighing for Sima, because he felt the same in his heart.

"Sima is not in Chang'an, so how can you and Zhu Meng be dealt with by Zhuo Dong alone? If his subordinates do it first, will you let him go?"

Xiao Gao looked at the blood like falling flowers on the snow, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

If it weren't for Die Wu, then he and Zhu Meng did have a good chance to kill Zhuo Donglai before the wine feast.

"That was your only chance, but you let it go because you are gone." The person carrying the suitcase said, "Of course you should go, because you are a male slave, of course not. For a woman and Zhu Meng turn their faces."

His voice was as sharp as a sharp thorn: "But have you ever thought that when you left, when Zhu Meng needed you the most, you left a woman with a broken leg to Zhu Meng, thinking I am already a very loyal friend, but I think you are more friends to Zhuo Donglai, because you left Zhu Meng and the 86 brothers of Xiongshitang to him."

Xiao Gao couldn't speak, even a word, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

"So they have to fight hard with the people from Zhuo Dong, but it's a pity that hard work is not necessarily useful." The box-catcher said: "After you go, this place becomes an abattoir."

He asked Xiao Gao lightly: "Do you know what an abattoir is like?"

Xiao Gao slowly raised his head, biting him, his voice hoarse with grief.

"I don't know, you know?"

"Of course I know, because I was here at the time."

"Are you sitting here, watching those people being slaughtered like cows and sheep?"

"Not only are I watching, but I can see clearly. I can see clearly every time I cut it down."

"Did you enjoy watching it?"

"It's not very pleasant, and it's not very uncomfortable." The person carrying the box said lightly: "Because this is originally your business, it has nothing to do with me."

The anger that Xiao Gao had been suppressing, finally burst out like flames when a furnace exploded.

"Are you human?"

"I am."

"Since you are a human, how can you sit here and watch others being slaughtered like cows and sheep?" Xiao Gao sternly said to this person who seems to never move any emotions: "Why don't you save them? "

The man laughed, and asked Xiao Gao with a smile that made people even colder than his bones: "Why don't you stay and save them? Why do you want to lie on the snow and wait for death alone?"

Xiao Gao's mouth shut.

"If you really want to die, you don't need to find death by yourself, because Zhuo Donglai has already arranged it for you." This person said indifferently, "I know he has found one for you and can send you to die anytime. People."

"It is not easy to send me to death." Xiao Gao sneered: "Who is his mine?"

"There are really not many people who can send you to death, but the man he looked for has never missed a murder."

"Oh?"

"Of course, you also know that some people in the arena make a living by killing, and the higher the price. The less likely they are to miss."

"Is this person he looking for the highest price?"

"Yes."

"Do you also know who this person is?"

"I know." The person carrying the box said: "His surname is Xiao, and his sword is Xiao Xiao, his name is Xiao Leixue."

"You are Xiao Leiblood?"

"Yes."

Xiao Gao has completely calmed down, and only this sharp needle-like stimulation can make him suddenly calm down in the confusion of self-grief and guilt.

As soon as the morning mist rose, he quietly looked at this person who was more mysterious than the mist, and sighed softly.

"This is really a pity, I really can't think of you killing people for money."

"I can't think of it. I haven't killed anyone for money for a long time." Xiao Leixue said, "This kind of thing is not interesting."

"Why did you make an exception this time?"

Xiao Leixue didn't answer these words directly, but a foggy expression appeared in his gloomy cold eyes.

"Everyone has an invisible rope, and he has been tightly bound by this rope for most of his life." Xiao Leixue said: "Some people's ropes are family wives and children. , Some people’s rope is the responsibility of money and career."

He also stared at Xiao Gao: "Although people like you and Zhu Meng will not be bound by this kind of rope, you also have ropes that you made for yourself."

"Emotions." Xiao Leixue said: "You are all too emotional, this is your rope."

"What about you?" Xiao Gao asked: "What is your rope? What kind of rope can tie you?"

"It is a contract."

"Contract?" Xiao Gao didn't understand: "What contract?"

"The contract to kill."

Xiao Lei’s **** voice seems to have reached afar: "Although I am a hermit from a wealthy country, 20 years ago, I was only an anonymous prodigal son. Just like you are now, there are no friends, no relatives, no Root, there is nothing but this box."

"This box is a weapon for killing, so you started to kill for a living?"

"The people I kill should be killed. If I don't kill them, they will die in the hands of others." Xiao Leixue said, "Although the price I want is high, the credit is very good. Just order Once the contract is completed, it will be completed."

His voice is full of irony, irony to himself: "For this reason, I never sleep at night."

"It's just that you still washed your hands later." Xiao Gao said coldly, "Because you made enough money."

"Yes, I washed my hands later, but not because I made enough money, and because one night after I killed a person, I suddenly became unable to sleep."

Xiao Leixue clenched his box tightly: "For people in our business, this is the most terrible thing."

"How did your rope stay?"

"The contract was the earliest I made. It is stated in the contract that he can ask me to kill someone for him anytime, anywhere. No matter when I want to kill someone, I can't refuse."

"This contract has not been completed?"

"It has never been." Xiao Leixue said, "It's not because I don't want to finish it, but because that person has never asked me to do it."

"So this contract is still valid until now."

"Yes."

"Why did you order such a terrible contract?" Xiao Gao sighed: "Is the price he paid particularly high?"

"Yes."

"How much did he give you?" Xiao Gao asked.

"He gave me his life."

"Whose fate?"

"My."

Xiao Leixue said: "When I ordered that contract, he could kill me anytime and anywhere."

"It is not easy to kill you." Xiao Gao asked again: "Who is this person?"

Xiao Leixue refused to answer this question.

"I can only tell you that now this contract has been sent back to me, and there is already a person's name on it."

"Someone who wants you to kill?"

"Yes."

"This person's name is Gao Jianfei?"

"Yes."

Xiao Leixue watched Gao Jianfei quietly, and Gao Jianfei also watched him quietly. Both of them were surprisingly calm, as if killing and being killed were just common things.

After a long, long time, Xiao Gao asked Xiao tearfully:

"Do you know where Zhu Meng's body is?" He said, "I want to sacrifice him."

"Zhu Meng has no corpse yet." Xiao Leixue said: "He won't die yet."

Xiao Gao's breathing seemed to pause for a moment: "This time he broke out of the siege again?"

"He didn't kill it himself, but Zhuo Dong came to let him go." Xiao Leixue said, "He had no chance."

"Why did Zhuo Donglai let him go?"

"Because Zhuo Donglai wants to leave him to Sima Chaoqun." Xiao Leixue said, "Zhu Meng's death will surely be a sensational event. Zhuo Donglai usually leaves Sima Chaoqun to do this kind of thing. "

He continued slowly: "It is not easy to make a hero."

"Yes." Xiao Gao said: "It's really not easy."

After speaking these words, the two closed their mouths again, but a faint red smoke rose suddenly in the distance. From this gray dawn, it looked like it had just penetrated into the ice and snow. A ray of blood.

The light smoke was quickly blown away, Xiao Leixue said to Xiao Gao in a very strange voice: "I'm going to a very special place, and you also come with me."

Where did the light red smoke rise? Does it mean something special?

——Is it a signal? Or is it a warning?

What is that special place? Why did Xiao Leixue take Xiao Gao there?

There are many people who like to choose a special place when they are people. Is that also an abattoir?

This is not an abattoir, and it seems there is nothing special. This is just a small earth temple, a small earth temple built in a remote and cold alley.

The land in-laws in the temple have also been left out for a long time, and of course there will be no incense in the early hours of this cold February.

Little Gao stood silently behind Xiao Leixue, silently looking at the pair of in-laws who had seen the heat of the world and lived through the vicissitudes of life but stayed with each other, suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness in his heart.

He suddenly felt that this pair of humble and tiny gods, who have not been taken seriously since ancient times, are far happier than those immortal Buddhas and gods who stand high in the nine heavens and carry the golden light.

One by one, Diwu, why are you Diwu, why not another woman?

He never asked her whereabouts.

He can't ask.

Because she didn't belong to him in the first place, he only hoped that he could treat the days when they were together as a dream.

What is special about this place, why did Xiao Leixue bring him here? What are you here for?

Xiao Gao did not ask, but Xiao Leixue said, "They all know." He said, "They all know everything I did during those days."

"They?" Xiao Gao asked: "Who are they?"

"They are them," Xiao Leiblood looked at the statue of the **** in the niche: "This is the pair of father-in-law and mother-in-law."

Xiao Gao didn't understand, and Xiao Leixue knew he didn't understand.

"Twenty years ago, anyone who was qualified to ask me to kill people knew this place and would come here, leaving a place name and a person’s name." Xiao Leiblood explained: "The place name is for me to get it. Where the money is, the name of the person is the one I want to kill."

——A remote temple on the ground, a hidden corner, a movable red brick, a roll of paper carefully rolled up, a very considerable price, a life!

How simple and how complicated.

"If I think that person should be killed, I will go to the place where they left their name, and there will be a sum of money waiting for me." Xiao Leixue said: "There is only money, no one , My customers have never seen my true face."

"Where are the people who died in your hands?"

"People who can make people kill him at such a high price usually give him **** reasons." Xiao Leixue said: "So this small temple of the earth is probably the trade in Chang'an city. The biggest place."

His voice is full of ridicule: "Our business is originally one of the oldest industries of mankind, and it can even be regarded as the oldest industry that men can do."

Xiao Gao understands what he means.

There is a line in the industry that women can do that are far older than this line because they have the most primitive capital.

"Sixteen years, sixteen years, and three months, what a long period of time." Xiao Leixue sighed softly: "During this period, some people live, some grow old, and some die, but this place There seems to be no change at all."

"Have you not been here in the past sixteen years?"

"I didn't come until the day before yesterday."

"Sixteen years later, how come you suddenly come again?" Xiao Gao asked Xiao tearfully.

"Because I saw the smoke news that was called "blood fire" by people in the rivers and lakes 16 years ago."

"Is that the red smoke we just saw?"

"Yes."

Xiao Dongxue went on to say: "As soon as the blood and fire show up, there must be a very important person in the rivers and lakes that suddenly died suddenly. Therefore, some people call it a'death order', a death order for the soul," he explained "After the people who are looking for me come here, they will go outside the city to distribute this red firework, once a day in the early morning, three times in a row. What you saw just now is the third time."

"So you have been here the day before yesterday and have received the contract that must be completed?"

"Yes."

"The one who traded your life for this contract is Zhuo Dong?" Xiao Gao asked.

"It's not him." Xiao Lei sneered: "He is not worthy."

"But you know that this is what Zhuo Donglai means."

"I know, of course I know." Xiao Leixue said strangely: "Since that person suddenly disappeared from the world, I have been unable to figure out where he hid, until now I don't know." /

The "person" he said is undoubtedly the person who entered into this contract with him.

——Who is this person? Is there a mysterious relationship with Zhuo Donglai?

Xiao Gao doesn't want to ask about these things. He was already very tired, so tired that the whole person seemed to have collapsed, but now the spirit was suddenly lifted up.

"I know that now I am not your opponent. I can die in your hands, and I will die without regret, because at least it is better than dying in the hands of others." Xiao Gao said, "But you want to kill It’s not easy for me either."

He stared at the box in Xiao Leixue's hand: "If you want to kill me, at least you have to open your box first. Before I pull out my sword, open this box."

His sword is also in his hand. It is no longer wrapped in blue cloth. Once in Chang'an, he is ready to draw the sword at any time.

Xiao Leixue turned around slowly, staring at Xiao Gao's sword-holding hand, a very strange expression suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The knuckle of the finger he was carrying the box suddenly turned white, and suddenly there were blue veins on the back of his hand.

——Shen and ghosts are jealous when the sword comes out.

——Whose tears are the tears on the sword?

——Master Xiao's.

——The sword has been made, why does he cry?

——Because he had foreseen a disaster, he had already foreseen in the sword aura that his only son would die under this sword.

——His only birth was Xiao Lei's blood?

——Yes.

The bathroom is steaming hot, and Zhuo Donglai is taking a shower, as if he wants to wash away the blood stains that he had stained last night in time.

The bathroom behind his dormitory is like a secret room for treasures. It is built sturdy and tightly.

Because he will never allow anyone to break in when he takes a bath.

Because no matter whoever takes a bath, he is ***, and he is no exception.

Except when he was in front of his mother when he was a baby, Zhuo Donglai has never let anyone else see him completely **** in his life.

Zhuo Donglai is a handicapped, deformed handicapped person with underdevelopment.

His left leg is a bit shorter than his right leg, and he is underdeveloped because he has been squeezed by another person in the womb.

This man is his younger brother.

Zhuo Donglai is a twin. He should have a younger brother, a younger brother who shared the enjoyment and nutrition with him in his mother's body.

His husband came out, but his brother died in her mother's womb, at the same time as his mother.

"I am a murderer, I was born to be a murderer," Zhuo Donglai often shouted in his nightmares: "I killed my mother and brother when I was born."

He always thought that his disability was a punishment from heaven, but he was not convinced.

He has overcome the inborn obstacles of his brothers and feet with incomparable determination and perseverance since he became an adult. No one can tell that he is a lame man, and no one knows that he used to practice walking like a normal person and sweat in pain.

Unfortunately, there is one other thing he can never do, no matter how much he pays.

He will never be a real man, a certain part of his body will always look like a baby.

Zhuo Donglai also has bulging veins on the back of his hand, which was soaked in hot water. He likes to soak in hot water.

The equipment he used to bathe was a "Fuso" that was specially imitated from the "Fusang Country".

Whenever he was soaked in the hot water, he would feel as if he was back with his brother again, being subjected to that kind of heat and pressure.

——Is he abusing himself? Are you punishing yourself?

Does he also treat torturing and punishing others as a pleasure?

Now Zhuo Donglai is not thinking about these things, he is thinking about something more interesting, he misses Xiao Gao and Xiao tears blood.

A man is an unparalleled master in the world, and there is also one of the most terrifying weapons in the world.

But his fate has been doomed, doomed to die by the sword made by his father.

The other person was bound to die in his hands, and there was absolutely no room to resist and escape.

But the sword is in this man's hand.

——Who among these two people died?

Zhuo Donglai thinks this question is really interesting, really interesting.

He couldn't help but laugh.

But before he laughed, his smile was frozen to death in his skin and muscles.

His pupils have shrunk.

His pupils will only shrink when he is truly afraid and nervous. Now he felt this kind of thing.

He already felt that someone had opened the door of his secret room in a way that he hadn't understood until now, and he was standing behind him like a ghost.

This is really an incredible thing. Zhuo Donglai never believes that anyone in this world has such an incredible ability.

But now he can't help but believe it.

He soon thought of one person, the only one, "Xiao tears blood, I know it must be you."

"Yes." A hoarse, low voice said, "It's me."

Zuo Donglai suddenly sighed.

"The gods and ghosts are unreliable, and the theory of ghosts and gods is unreliable after all." He said, "Otherwise you won't come."

"Why?"

"Because you should already be a dead person now, dying under Gao Jianfei's "tears"." Zhuo Dong said: "The past has set your destiny."

He sighed again: "Now I know how ridiculous this statement is."

"How about before?" Xiao Leiblood asked: "Believe it or not?"

"It may not be true, and it may not be unbelief."

"So you tried every means to kill Gao Jianfei?" Xiao Leixue asked again: "Are you trying to see who among the two of us will die in the hands of the only one?"

"Yes."

"No matter who died, you probably won't be sad."

"I really won't." Zhuo Dong said, "No matter who died, it is good for me. If you two die together, it will be even more wonderful. I will definitely arrange your funeral. "

He is telling the truth, Zhuo Donglai always tells the truth.

Because he doesn't have to tell lies.

In front of most people, he has no need to lie at all, and it is useless to lie to other people.

Xiao Leixue has already seen this.

He likes to fight against this kind of people, which can save a lot of unnecessary trouble.

It’s much more enjoyable to be able to play against this kind of people than to be their friends.

"I always only tell the truth," Xiao Lei said with blood: "You better believe every sentence I say."

"I must believe it."

"I know you haven't met me yet, you must really want to see what kind of person I am."

"I really want to die."

"But as long as you look back at me, you will never see anything else."

"I won't look back." Zhuo Dong said, "I don't want to die yet."

"It is a good habit to tell the truth, I hope you can keep it." Pu's teary voice was flat: "As long as you tell a lie, I will make you die in this wooden barrel."

"I said, I don't want to die for the time being." Zhuo Donglai's voice was also very quiet: "Of course I don't want to die naked in such a wooden handle. You should believe that I will never Will do it."

"Very good."

Xiao Leixue seemed to be satisfied with this situation, so he immediately asked what he wanted to know the most.

"Twenty years ago, I made a murder contract with someone. Do you know about this?"

"I know."

"The most important item in the contract has always been blank, and one name has been missing."

"I know this too."

"Someone has already sent me this contract, and a person's name has been filled in it." Xiao Leixue asked again: "Do you know whose name it is?"

"I know." Zhuo Donglai actually smiled: "I filled in that name, how could I not know?"

"Did you book the contract with me?"

"No." Zhuo Dong said, "I don't deserve it."

"Did you send it?"

"Yes," Zhuo Donglai said, "Someone asked me to send it. First, send the contract to the temple of the earth, and then go outside the city to light the blood fire. In order to be sure to let you see it, I have to order it once a day. , Three days in a row."

"It was someone who asked you to send it," Xiao Leixue's voice suddenly became hoarse: "Do you know who that person is?"

"I know." Zhuo Dong said: "People who know him think he died long ago, and there are many people who don't know his name at all, but I know that no one knows better than me except you. More."

"Do you know he is not dead yet?"

"Yes,"

"Do you also know where his people are?"

"Yes."

"Very well," Xiao Lei's **** voice seemed to have been torn apart: "Now you can stand up."

"Why stand up?"

"Because you are taking me to see him."

"Can I not go?"

"No."

Zhuo Donglai immediately stood up. He never argued about things that could not be argued.

"You can put on your sable and put on your shoes." Xiao Leixue said: "But you'd better not do anything else."

Zhuo Donglai stepped out of the bath and put on Diaoqiu. His movements were very slow and he was very cautious in every movement.

Because he has heard the hatred and murder in Xiao Lei's **** voice.

Xiao Leixue wouldn't kill him, and he would chop off his leg, but as long as his movements made Xiao Leixue feel that something was wrong, some part of him would be separated from him.

He would never give anyone this opportunity.

Xiao Leixue is undoubtedly observing him, carefully observing every movement of him.

"I know that you have always been a very proud person. Your reaction and speed are fast enough. Inner Qigong is also practiced very well. Few people can beat you today." Xiao cursed said: "I I believe Sima Chaoqun is not your opponent either, because he is far less calm than you. I have never seen anyone more calm than you."

"Sometimes I think so too." Zhuo Donglai laughed again, "Everyone will inevitably have a time of narcissism, especially when there is no one in the middle of the night, when they are drunk and slightly drunk."

"You haven't seen me, and you haven't seen me make a move. How do you know that I am really better than you?" Xiao Lei asked indifferently, "Have you ever thought that maybe you can kill as soon as you make a move? Me?"

"I never thought of it." Zhuo Dong said, "I don't even think about this kind of thing."

"Why?"

"Because I absolutely forbid myself to think about it," Zhuo Donglai smiled as if sentimentally: "If a person can survive, you can't even think about things like this."

Xiao Lei's **** sneer: "So you would rather become obedient like a dog than dare to act?"

"Yes." Zhuo Dong said: "A lot of things in this world are like this."

The narrow door outside the courtyard is closed tightly.

Zhuo Dong knocked on the door, first three times, then another.

This method of knocking on the door was undoubtedly a secret agreement between him and the old man in the courtyard, but the small courtyard did not respond.

"He's not here?"

"He is here." Zhuo Dong said: "He must be there."

"Are you trying to inform him that someone he can't see is coming, tell him to leave?"

"You should know that he will not leave. He has never escaped in his life." Zhuo Donglai told Xiao Leixue: "Besides, he already knew that you would come to him."

But there was still no answer in the small courtyard, Zhuo Donglai knocked on the door again, knocking harder.

The door suddenly opened, opening a thread.

Although the door is open, it is not locked or bolted inside.

The old man did not leave either.

In the quiet little courtyard, the fragrance of the flowers still remains, the old pine remains the same, the pavilion remains the same, and the old man is still sitting in the pavilion, facing the snow in front of the pavilion.

Diwu no longer dances.

The old man will never grow old.

Only thoughts and feelings can make a person old. If a person can no longer think and no longer have feelings, he will no longer be old.

The old man can no longer think, can no longer consider judging and planning anything.

The old man no longer has feelings, no longer has memories of melancholy, pain, joy, troubles and lovesickness.

Only the dead will no longer have thoughts and feelings, only the dead will never grow old.

The old man is dead.

He is still sitting in the small pavilion as he did when he was alive, with an incomparably elegant and laid-back attitude. But he is already dead.

His eyes, which mixed the wisdom of an old man and the naughty of a child, no longer looked like the ocean under the sun, no longer had the brilliance of the sun and the azure blue of the sea.

His eyes have turned or dead gray, as if the sky was before it was too late.

Seeing these eyes, Zhuo Donglai couldn't go any further, and didn't even want to go any further.

His whole body seems to be stiff, as stiff as this old man who has died.

Then he saw Xiao Lei's blood.

Xiao Lei's blood does not look high, but in fact it is a little taller than most people, and he is very thin.

His hair is pitch black, not even a bit of gray, and he tied a bun on his head with a light gray cloth.

The clothes he is already wearing are also made of this grey cloth, and the tailoring is neither good nor good. He carried a box in his hand, an old and ordinary box.

Zhuo Dong came to see only so much, because all he saw was Xiao Lei's back.

It was like a phoenix blowing past him, this person who had been sticking behind him like a shadow suddenly came in front of him.

What does the most mysterious and scary person in this world look like? Zhuo Donglai still couldn't see it.

But a person who rarely shows emotion on his face often reveals emotion from his back inadvertently.

Xiao Leixue's back was tightened, every muscle was tightened, and then he began to tremble constantly, as if being lashed hard by an invisible whip.

The death of the old man is this whip.

Anyone can tell from his voice that he is definitely not the old man's friend.

There is undoubtedly some kind of hatred that cannot be resolved between them.

He forced Zhuo Dong to come to him, probably because he wanted to use the old man's blood to wash away the resentment and hatred in his heart.

Now that the old man is dead, why is he so painful, excited and sad?

What is even more unexpected is Zhuo Donglai.

He is by no means an open-minded person, and he will never allow anyone to violate his self-esteem.

No one in this world has ever insulted him like Xiao Leixue, and this insult can only be cleared with blood.

If he killed Xiao Leixue, no one would feel strange, and no one would feel sorry.

Even if he drank Xiao Lei's blood like a drink, no one would feel uncomfortable.

Xiao Leixue is not a person worthy of sympathy, Zhuo Donglai should have killed him. As long as there is a chance, he should not be let go.

Now is the best opportunity for Zhuo Dong to start.

Now Xiao Lei's **** back is like a large piece of flat, plump and completely undefended land, waiting for people to not invade and trample.

Now is when he is most emotional and most likely to cause negligence and mistakes.

But Zhuo Donglai didn't even move at all.

This kind of opportunity is like a cloud flying right in front of you, fleeting and never coming again.

Zuo Donglai's breathing suddenly stopped, and his pupils contracted again.

He finally saw this man, the most mysterious and terrifying person in the world.

Xiao Leixue turned around and faced Zhuo Donglai.

His face is a very ordinary face, but his eyes are like a newly unsheathed sword.

"If someone wants to kill me, that's the best chance." Xiao Leixue said, "There will never be an opportunity like that again."

"I can see it."

"Why didn't you make a move just now?"

"Because I don't want to kill you." Zhuo Dong said sincerely: "I have never thought about such things."

"You should think about it." Xiao Leixue said, "You should know that I will kill you."

"Will kill me?" Zhuo Donglai's eyes never left this person's face: "You seem to have never been willing to kill people for free."

"This time it was an exception."

"Why?"

"Because you killed him."

Zuo Donglai's eyes finally moved to the old man in the pavilion: "You said I killed him? Do you think he will die in my hands?"

"Of course you couldn't move him, you can't even move a single shot of him," Xiao Leixue said, "Although your martial arts is not bad, he can put you to death with his hands up."

"Maybe he only needs to use one finger."

"But the situation is different now." Xiao Leixue said: "Before he died, he was already a useless person."

"You can see that his true energy and internal strength have long been abolished?"

"I can see it."

"Did you see it just now?"

"He traverses the world, and his path is always erratic. If it is not because his skill has been lost, how can he hide here and live under the eaves of someone he would never consider?"

"Of course he wouldn't look down on a person like me, but he still came to me." Zhuo Dong said, "Because he knows that I am at least a little good."

"What's the benefit?"

"I'm very reliable, very reliable." Zhuo Dong said: "Not only is the person reliable, but the mouth is also reliable."

"Oh?"

"No one in the arena has ever known that his skill has been lost, and no one knows that he is living in seclusion here, because I have been tight-lipped."

Xiao tears and blood can't deny this.

"There are many people in the arena who want his life. If I were to betray him, he would have died in the hands of others." Zhuo Dong said, "Even if I want to kill him personally, I don't have to wait until now."

This is undoubtedly true.

"And he saved my life, so he came to me when he was most dangerous." Zhuo Dong said, "Do you think I will kill my only benefactor?"

"You will!"

"Yes."

"But I already knew it." Zhuo Dong said, "I knew it many years ago."

"Oh?"

"When he came, his skill was already abolished. That's why he lived in seclusion here. You should also imagine this."

Xiao Leibao admitted with blood.

Twenty years ago, the old man was not yet old. At that time, few people in the world were his opponents.

Xiao Lei's **** voice is cold: "Others won't; but you will."

"Although his motivation is lost, his mind is still there." Xiao Leixue said: "His mind is like a treasure that can never be digged. The wisdom and secrets buried in it are far more precious than any jewelry in the world. ."

He looked at Zhuo Donglai coldly: "You never kill Chi, just because he is still useful to you."

Zhuo Donglai was silent, not knowing how long it had passed, and suddenly he sighed.

"Yes!" Zhuo Donglai actually admitted: "I killed him."

Xiao Leixue's **** hand clenched tightly, the hand that carried the box, the box that could kill people in an instant.

"It has been useful for me to buy him until now." Zhuo Donglai sighed: "It's a pity that it's time to kill him."

He looked at the box in Xiao Leixue's hand: "Are you ready to shoot now?"

"Yes."

"Before you shoot, can you tell Can one thing?"

"What's the matter?"

"You really want to kill me because you want to avenge him,"

Zhu Donglai denied this before Xiao Leixue answered this question.

"No." He said, "You will never avenge him, because I can see that you hate him more than everyone in the world hates him. If he is still alive, you will kill him. ."

"Yes." Xiao Leixue admitted immediately: "If he doesn't die, I will kill him too."

His voice was hoarse from pain again: "But before I shoot, I will ask him one thing." Xiao Leixue said: "One thing only he can tell me, one thing only he can The secret of answering."

"What's the secret?"

"You don't know what I want to ask?"

Zhuo Donglai asked, "What if I knew? Would you let me go,"

Xiao Leixue looked at him coldly, without saying a word, Xiao Leixue sighed again.

"Unfortunately I don't know, I really don't know."

"That's a shame."

What is Xiao Leixue's question?

Whatever it was, it doesn't matter anymore.

Because the old man is dead now, no one in this world can answer this secret.

Zhuo Donglai is dead~ IndoMTL.com~ no matter who should be able to tell that he is dead.

Xiao Leixue has opened his box.

——What is the most terrifying weapon in the world?

——It's a box.

The box is terrible, and the person carrying the box is even more terrible.

Zhuo Donglai's pupils began to shrink again.

His eyes are looking at this man, his face is sweating, and his muscles are trembling and beating.

With a sound of "crash", the box opened, opening a thread.

It's like a glaring lover's eye, such a line.

No matter when and where, as long as this box is opened in such a line, there will be a person in this place who will be judged like a cow or sheep by the person carrying the box.

This place will also be like an abattoir.