Vol 7 Chapter 271: Cold heart

() As soon as you want the horse to run, you have to feed the horse good grass.
Ye Qingxuan knows that the next step is to let everyone die, but a little carelessness is the difference between life and death. Although they are not afraid of these people dying, it doesn't make any sense to die at will.
Their greatest use is to maximize their personal energy.
Seeing that everyone was excited, Ye Qingxuan slowly got up and said, "Since everyone is more satisfied with this reward, let's go out tonight and celebrate."
"Observe!"
Everyone gave a neat salute, and slowly exited the hall.
In the hall, there are only stubborn madmen and "tiger idiots" Wuxiaoshan, like wooden stakes.
"I said Lao Wu, do you really not want any magic tricks?" Ye Qingxuan asked.
Wu Xiaoshan resigned Ye Qingxuan's kindness, of course not because he was high, but because it was meaningless.
Wu Xiaoshan grinned and said, "This martial art is of little use to me, and I am too old. I do n’t have time to practice a kung fu from scratch. Study and have time to trial and error. Wumou is old. "
Ye Qingxuan laughed and understood Wu Xiaoshan's truth. He is already a master in the later period of returning to the virtual world. Where can I learn other martial arts to improve himself?
"Lao Wu, rest assured, I will pay for your enemies!" Of course Ye Qingxuan knew how to impress him. "No matter who is guarded,‘ Longfei ’Qulongxing is dead.

Wu Xiaoshan nodded solemnly.
Ye Qingxuan Changshu breathed a sigh of relief, and recently he seems to be in love with this action.
The tenth day of August.
There are five days to go before the Twelve Patriarchs of August 15th.
It is already an eventful season. What is the purpose of this sudden meeting of Lin Nanxuan?
Lushui Bridge is flat, Zhu Men Ying Liu.
This is really a beautiful place and very quiet.
Except for the sound of faint flute.
The autumn wind is bleak, but it is very light. It can hardly move those wickers, and the current is not so urgent. The sound of water cannot be heard a little far away.
Fortunately, there is the wind, the current, and this place does not make people feel dead.
This quietness is not like everything on earth.
Zhu Men closed tightly, and Song Yu, the "wandering soul", resumed his assault and regained his slavery status. His white hair was scattered, his face was pale as paper, but his back. Still straight, his eyebrows locked, his eyes were indifferent.
The elderly man playing a flute.
Cigarettes are lingering, and the flute sounds so long, it's such a leisurely sight.
But the four men who were kneeling in front of this master and one servant were all fighting like sieve braces, pale as paper.
The sound of flute does not change, playing a piece of music that no one has ever heard.
That's not a normal song. In a low place, if groaning and sighing, a high place seems to roar.
Moaning in pain, sighing in desolation, whistling in the calendar, howling in joy.
Emotions and sorrows are all in the song, and each sound is full of vitality.
That vitality is only creepy in the feelings of living people.
It's like a meditation movement, not like a song on earth.
As soon as the sound of the flute sounded, the surrounding atmosphere became weird. The ten-foot lawn seemed to become a spooky horror, and the smoke floating around seemed to become a ghost in the dance.
The flute may really be a ghost flute, and the natural old man playing the flute may really come from hell.
As soon as the sound of the flute fell, some of the four could not bear the torment in their hearts and fell to the ground softly.
The Tianji old man looked indifferently and asked softly, "Is it them?"
Song Bie said, "Yes."
"How confident are you?"
"Twenty percent."
"Twenty percent?" Tianji said with a grin, "Enough."
Song Bie turned slowly, looked at the four with sensible eyes, and slowly said, "What else do you have to say?"
One of them cried bitterly and said, "The lord, lord, the escorting of Dai Junyu was not leaked by his subordinates. The subordinates stayed at Fulong Temple and never left half a step!"
Another person begged for mercy: "Master, his subordinates have been following his master for more than 30 years, and he has never made any omissions. How dare he betray his master!"
"It must be a problem on the side of that fairy dragon cave. I'm really wrong to wait!"
The last person looked at Song Farewell, begging: "Uncle, nephew is always by his uncle, begging him to testify for his nephew, really is not a nephew."
The old man of Tianji took a sip of tea, glanced over the man's face, and suddenly curious, "This child is your nephew Song Tianxing?"
Song Bieli replied: "Exactly."
"Well, Song Tianxing of Taohuaxi is also quite famous on the rivers and lakes. In the same year, he also worked with Ye Qingxuan that kid in Xuzhou City. It is reasonable to say that the two sides are enemies and non-friends ..."
Song Tianxing's eyes brightened, and he anxiously said, "The old master said exactly that it is really impossible to be a spy of the Southern Dynasty."
"This kid looks exactly like you." The old man from Tianji stared at him tightly, but turned away from Songbei: "Heard, my brother is not very well."
Song Biechi smiled coldly, and said, "It's not just that he's not well, he can't be humane after 50 days. But just for the sake of face, he kept admitting when he was 80."
"Oh?" The old man with a strange smile appeared.
Song Bierli also showed a strange smile, looking at the misty Song Tianxing, calmly said, "When his mother entered the door, she was only nineteen. Staying alone in the vacant house. One of the pros of Xiangze has never done it. "
Song Tianxing was stunned on the spot if he was struck by lightning.
Listening to his elder in front of his own face, saying such an insult to his mother, Song Tianxing wanted to be furious, but Song Bingli seemed to be his father again. This feeling was more than just a whiff. Want to laugh in between.
This is ridiculous and ridiculous.
He knew he was his father, but ...
"So you have plans on your own?"
"of course."
When Song Bie's voice fell, a cold light flashed.
The four of them, including Song Tianxing, had prominent eyes and swollen blood in their throats, but Qi Qi was cut by his fingers with his sword.
When Song Tianxing died, he stared at his biological father ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I never thought that when the secret was broken, it was the day when the biological father killed the child.
Touching the blood of his own son on the lap of his finger, Song Biechi said lightly: "I hate this kind of goods most, thinking that when I am a son, I have to take care of him?"
The old man with a sigh sighed and said, "Kill clean, save interrogation and waste time."
Poppy ...
A burst of applause sounded.
At the point of entry, Zhuo Huifan came to him, watching Tianji old man softly said: "For so many years, Tianji brother is still so cold and crisp, and the brother of Song also has a lot of lordliness."
"What are you doing here?" The Tianji old man was a little complex.
Zhuo Huifan Jiao laughed and said slowly: "The younger girl came to ask her father, in the heart of Brother Tianji, in the end, is the identity of the owner of the Tianji Pavilion more important, or the identity of the great disciple Some ... brother? "