Chapter 142: Love history

Prepare for a decade of robbery, and only need less than a fragrant time for action.
The Zhou bag is a gloomy old man with a long face and a face. The young knife facing the road is both surprised and disdainful. Then he finds that the boy is a bit familiar and seems to have seen it before, so he looks back at the years and hopes. Get answers from him, this "to the cross" all the way to send, a few in the middle, that is, the brothers can not do this.
But what he saw was that the "to the hand" iron scorpion was slashing his servant and guard with a knife.
The weekly bag has a total of fifteen people, ten carts, and several horses.
The mentor and the master were like a big fish in the sea to block the small fish, one to drive away another massacre, and soon all the fourteen people were killed, clean and neat, as if the farmer was harvesting crops.
Zhou’s bag was left to Tie Hanfeng, who proved himself to be a pure killer. No matter how much he disliked this business, he was used to the killer’s thinking and code of conduct, and he would not hesitate to kill his ten-year friends. "You are worth it too." His only sentimental performance was to say a few nonsense to the murdered person. "Ten years of wealth is a mediocrity for a lifetime."
Afterwards, Tie Hanfeng rushed to the ox cart to turn around and entered the Jinpeng Fort area. There was a camel team on the roadside. Tie Hanfeng whispered a few words with the leader. Everything was handed over and the apprentice quickly returned. Yucheng.
Even if things are over, Gu Shen is "returning grace" and not asking for a return. Without asking the results, the whereabouts of the ox cart and the wealth hidden in the week bag have nothing to do with him.
They came back very timely, the small flag camp just happened to return to Jinpeng Fort, and there are still six days, which is the birthday of the twins.
Only the Dutch woman knew the whereabouts of the slaves in the past few days. She retrieved two swords from the blacksmith village, and engraved the "happy" to her, and engraved the "allow" of the slaves. This caused a lot of gossip among the teenagers until It was only after entering the stone castle that they began to care about who could become the official killer.
The sword created by Lao Hong was unexpectedly smooth. Gu Shen was in the hand for the first time, and there was a tremor in her heart. The stomach was slightly tumbling, as if smelling the smell of blood.
The blacksmith seems to have guessed the true intentions of the boys and girls, not the items used for commemoration, appreciation, and play, but the weapon that can be used to kill people. The sword body is not awkward, and the green is as clear as the same pool. Flashing cruel white light, the timid person can not look straight, the weight is appropriate, holding in his hand seems to be able to lead the owner's hand to automatically stab the enemy.
Gu Shenwei now feels that the idea of ​​the Dutch woman's sword is so wonderful. He pulled out the sword several times to play it carefully. He felt that the other knife on his hand was bleak, like a broken piece of iron.
Iron cold front dismissed the apprentice's behavior, only once, squatting on the shoulders of the apprentice, and said with a strong heart, "Be careful, you are full of injuries, the woman in the stone fort is like a whole body, this friction can be uncomfortable. Maybe You like it."
Iron Hanfeng also followed the return to Shibao. He is now one of the sole owners of the Xiaoqiying. He has to hand over all the affairs, and after the disciples become official killers, they will withdraw from the ranks of the killers, break the narrow knife and live in the Beicheng pension.
But he was so excited that he became a miser, and he didn't care about other things. He started to open his eyes and went to sleep with his eyes closed. He said that all is a good life in the future.
"Wine, drink to death, there is a woman, TMD, I want to drunk on a woman, who will accompany me to die, the inheritance will give her half, and the other half will give you."
This is the final reward. Gu Shen has endured the Master’s endless remarks and has to buy him a drink.
It was the third day of returning to Shibao. Iron cold front drank a lot of wine at noon, but never slept. I don’t know why, suddenly fell into silence. At dusk, when the old man spoke again, he became as sentimental as a poet. .
The morning sky is gray, the snow begins in the afternoon, and the snow falls to the ground. Perhaps this weather has caused the sadness of the killer.
"My Master, not a good person, I hope he suffers a lot in hell. I am not a good person. If I die, I will go to hell, so I have to enjoy it when I am alive. When I go to the fire, I have to rely on it. This memory is supported."
Gu Shenwei has moved Master's recliner into the house, and the door opened smoothly. Tie Hanfeng did not like the enclosed space. He would rather sleep in the open air as long as he could not die.
"Everything is fake. I heard the monk said that life is alive, 'like a dream bubble, like a dew is like electricity', fleeting, leaving no traces, so the temple in the fort will build the stone monument, 'six reincarnations There is no difference in killing a little early, and there will be no difference in death for a while. Anyway, there will be no reincarnation, or a person or a beast, and it will eventually be a knife. If you can’t kill it, you can’t kill it forever.

Iron cold front is not very pious to the Buddha, suddenly came out with such a few words of confusion, Gu Shen feels a little funny in his heart, Xunzi is not a serious killer, but must sigh "killing is not complete", Gu Shen is not going to give birth to such an idea. There are countless people he wants to kill.
"Her skin is as white as snow, her fingers are soft like spring wind, and from my head to my feet, the scars seem to be gone."
Iron Han Feng suddenly changed the topic, his eyes were blurred, and even the wine was forgotten. "The bad boy of Xu family is right. The man always falls in love with his first woman, but I have not forgotten her, sleep. More women can't forget her. Every woman has a similar place to her, and she is part of her."
When Iron Hanfeng had no legs on his legs and his face was not so red, there was a history of love that would make him unforgettable.
Once, his pursuit of killing was not lost to anyone. He had emerged during the apprenticeship. Apart from the knife and the master, he couldn’t hold anything in his eyes. So, until he was twenty-three, he was the first to be with a woman. Intimate contact.
That experience was not perfect at all. The breathing could kill the killer. The knife was as easy to use as turning a finger. It was stiff and clumsy in the bed. It was difficult to turn around. Like a stone, there was only one place, hard. It is soft and can't always stick to the end. She runs out of tricks and can't make him relax.
The two tossed for one night. At the beginning, they occasionally chatted a few words and slowly turned into a boring task. No one spoke and worked quietly, hoping to make the little thing that is dying stronger.
She is as meticulous and meticulous as a weaver, and she has no distracting thoughts. She has used the methods she has learned and heard, and tried it again and again.
Like a cow and sheep that he slaughtered, he lie on his back in bed, hoping that everything will end soon, hoping that everything will come to an end.
A whole candle was extinguished, and she spit out a breath, resting his arms, and the spring-like fingers stroked every scar on his chest and said something that made him unforgettable. "Let's sleep."
The heavy pressure disappeared without a trace. He had already fallen asleep without closing his eyes, and he had never been sweet.
When I woke up, it was afternoon. He smelled a blue-like smell, coming from the pillow, from the top of the bed, from the outside, from the entire Saitama city, from the sea he had only heard of before. He was drowned.
He fell in love with the woman around him, rolled over and pressed on her, no teacher, no need to guide, no need to preach, finished what the two have been trying to do, once or twice... until the killer’s body can’t stand it. .
They brought food, and they ate, rested, stroked, and continued to fight in bed. After three days of animal life.
This is the emotional history of Tie Hanfeng, perhaps not so strange and beautiful, because later proved that this is another common story of hackers and prostitutes, the killer can not change the destiny, no one can escape from jealousy.
A month later, he couldn't stand the endless thoughts and her career, so she redeemed her, rented a house and lived together. The two agreed that she would stop picking up passengers, he abstained from alcohol, and concentrated on killing people.
They have had a good day for almost a year, and then everything is over.
It is not easy to abstain from alcohol. It is not only alcohol, but also the messy atmosphere of the Nancheng Tavern. He likes to be in a lively atmosphere, and he is silent. Sitting honestly at home, he is like a stranded fish, even breathing is difficult, screaming in his head, forcing him to return to the water.
She was also tired, and the wounded killer quickly lost mystery and became a more common man: jealousy, alcoholism, lying.
I forgot who opened the mouth first. He moved out of the "home", devoted himself to blood and wine, his face became more and more red, and his knife was getting faster and faster. She left Yuyucheng and followed another man to find a new life.
Iron Hanfeng drank the wine in the cup. "I don't know that I remember it so hard. Master's image in your heart is destroyed. Isn't it? Actually, this is nothing, the heavier the thing, the more The lighter the burden, the test that every killer has to go through, not necessarily a woman, or something else."
Gu Shen did not know what to say, he could not accept such a frank iron cold front, because the burden in his heart could never be thrown away, and he could not confess to Master.
"I don't like blood." Gu Shenwei felt that she had to say something, so she confessed a small secret. "Every time I see blood, I feel sick. How can I abandon this burden?"
Unexpectedly, Tie Hanfeng did not reveal a little ridiculous meaning. "Abandonment is not a loss, it is a habit. It is no longer a burden after getting used to it. I will tell you a secret. I still have to go to bed with a woman until now. Do, haha, after getting used to, tension becomes a driving force."
This is a strange moment. The mentor and the teacher have never understood each other as they are now.
"She is called Zi Lingling. When she went to Shule, she is not dead now. It is ugly and disgusting. If you happen to see her, you must kill her. Don't tell me what she is."
The two laughed together. Gu Shenwei even poured a glass of wine for himself. He respected his master and asked him like a friend: "How is your leg smashed? Is it because of a woman?" This is what he always Unexpected topics, the killer is usually a little taboo on his injury.
Iron cold front laughed, "I don't think it is. Two years ago, Laozi was ordered to kill a few people. Then you know, playing a woman by convention, who can think of it, killing a person, coming back later. It’s fortunate that I’ve got eight less masters and one knife. I’m the one who borrowed the past from the three, and the eight young masters left behind. Many of his men were even cut off with their right hands.

Gu Shen’s blood all over the body almost rushed to the top of his head, almost fainting.
"But that woman is the best. Now I am excited to think of it. It is a pity to kill her."
Iron Han Feng recalled that scene and did not notice the change of the apprentice's face.