MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 110 The name of the temple, the shadow of the person
~ Date: ~09月20日~
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"For the world, please rest in peace."
When I heard this in the rain, Fan couldn’t help but laugh. The laughter was not exaggerated. The half-faced face was beautifully exposed outside the cap, and the lips were slightly tilted, with a trace of disdain and a trace of absurdity. This is his most real inner reaction. Perhaps he didn't even think about it. When he entered the temple in the rain, he would meet these monks and monks, and the temperament revealed by these monks was so weird.
What is a temple? There are not a few people in the world who know that the only thing that knows about the shackles is that they are accompanied by Shaun’s death. In the days after rebirth, he not only guessed this problem once, but there was no fundamental revealing. This world worships the temple's sacrifices, monks or monks, Fan Xian knows a lot, the most famous of which is undoubtedly the Northern Qi State Teacher, the Heavenly Master, the Hard Master. However, even the master of the hardships, never want to come and think that they have inherited the will of the temple, pity the hardships of the people, they will be punished on a daily basis.
In front of these rainy monks, they are extremely serious, and they are extremely determined to say such words. They are not allowed to sneer.
"Why must I rest in peace, not another person to rest in peace?" Fan leisure slowly gathered the smile on his face, and looked at the monk in his body and asked calmly: "If there is a **** in the world, it must be in his eyes, all beings." It must be equal, so why do you want to target me? Is it the monks who serve the temple... is it just a bully?
These ridiculous words obviously have no effect on those monks. They are still quietly lingering in the leisurely body, watching as if they are worshipping him, but the pure atmosphere that has already become one has already been put into practice. The leisurely figure is firmly controlled in the field.
"It is not difficult for me to enter the palace to plead guilty, but I need an explanation. Why is the sinner me?" Fan leisurely slid the rain cap attached to the collar, letting the faint raindrops slowly flow in his smooth black hair. Next, seriously said: "I didn't know you in obscurity. It was such a fanatic. I can understand what you didn't say. It's just to unite the world and eliminate the uneasiness of decades. With the war, let the people of Lebanon can make a happy life... But I don't understand, why do you judge the man, you will be able to practice your hope perfectly and perform the purpose of the temple?"
Fan Xian turned slightly and turned, and then felt the dignified atmosphere around him like a living thing. With the deflection, it is very smooth and smooth, without a trace of stagnation. Nor did it reveal a trace of exploitable vulnerabilities. His brows were slightly picked, and he did not expect that these monks and monks would join hands and actually integrate the individual realities. Form such a powerful force.
Perhaps this is why the Emperor’s Majesty has recalled these seemingly ruthless and inner fanatics to Kyoto.
Since the first step of entering the Qing Temple, if Fan You wants to get rid of the siege of these monks, he should respond in the first time, but he has already missed the opportunity and is caught in the encirclement. This may be because he underestimated the power of the monks, but to a greater extent because he wanted to talk to these monks, so that he could learn from some of the things he wanted to know. For example, why did the monks in the Qing Temple help the Emperor Qing, completely ignoring the squeezing of the Temple of the Imperial Palace in these years, and whether the Emperor’s Majesty and the imaginary temple had anything to do with it.
In the rain, more than a dozen bitter monks changed their postures to sit on the plate, and they still stood in the middle of the stage. Their faces are faint, and it seems that they have long been unaware of foreign objects. For a long time of silence, perhaps these monks still hope that the Fan Gongzi can be persuaded by himself, instead of letting the eyes of the country celebrate the country’s turmoil, so a voice is ringing in front of Fan’s leisure. It’s up.
A bitter monk puts his hands together. The raindrops hung on his weak eyelashes. Long said: "Your Majesty is a person who has acquired the apocalypse. I wait for the walkers to help the world. Help the people."
"Apocalypse? When?" Fan leisure took his hand behind his back, his face was unchanged, and he stared at the face of the old monk, and he easily realized that the age of these monks was not too small.
"A few decades ago." A voice rang from the side of Fan Leisure, and the answer was extremely vague. However, Fan’s eyes were slightly stunned, but he began to think quickly.
“Is there a messenger who conveyed the meaning of the temple to you?” Fan asked.
"Yes." This time it was answered by another monk. He answered the ground neatly and without any sloppiness. However, this answer made Fan’s eyes more powerful.
The temple sometimes has a messenger to patrol the world. This is itself one of the biggest secrets of this continent. If he did not grow up next to Wu Zhushu, he knew so many secrets from Shawn Chen Pingping. I can’t ask these words, but... these monks have heard the word messenger from Fan Xian, but they are not very surprised. It seems that they have long expected Fan to know some secrets of the temple. Leisure is different.
"But the big sacrifice is dead, the three stones are dead, and your companions on Dadong Mountain are also...all dead." Fan Xian continued to speak quietly, but even the autumn rain could not cover the viciousness in his tone. ridicule.
"Who will not die?"
"Then why are you not dying?"
"Because you still need us."
"Listen, you are like a girl in my house."
The atmosphere in the temple in the rain is wonderful. Fan has been asking questions calmly and continuously, and the monks who sit around him are answering the questions separately. The answer is calm and orderly. Sixteen people in the field, if one answered.
Fan’s heart gradually sank. It seems that these weird monks have been cultivating for years. The art of mind has reached a certain realm, and what makes him cold is the information about the messenger of the temple.
The temple messenger came to the world for the last time. It was naturally the time of the five-year celebration. The messenger landed from the south, and the wild animals were indifferent to the customs of human society. In this habitual process, many people in the southern states of the Qing Dynasty died in the hands of the messenger, perhaps just habitually indifferent to life. Perhaps the messenger wanted to cover up his own existence. In short, the thirteen sins of the criminal department at that time paid a great price, and they could not touch the corner of the mysterious messenger.
At the time, the Qing Dynasty court regarded this person as a martial artist who did not know his true identity. Therefore, the criminal department later asked the supervision institute for help. Yan Bingyun carefully considered the matter and borrowed Hu Wei from Fan Xian.
However, the Supervisory Institute has not had time to take the shot, and the temple messenger has already arrived in Kyoto. I came to the alley next to Fan House and was intercepted by a five-bamboo booth.
After a warrior's war, the temple messenger died. Wuzhu was seriously injured and has been missing since then. He has been injured for several years on Dadong Mountain. And the temple messenger's widow was burned in ... to celebrate the temple.
Fan’s eyes passed through the rain curtain. Looking towards the deserted plain behind the Qing Temple, his eyes were slightly cold, thinking about the scene of the temple and the rituals of the temple in the fire, and for a time, I did not know how to speak.
The Qingmiao Grand Sacrifice has been preaching in the wilderness of the southern swamps of the Qing Dynasty, but it happened to be the temple messenger who returned to Beijing shortly before entering Beijing. Soon after the messenger melted into the fire, he died because of serious illness.
Is this a coincidence? Of course not, at least Fan is not convinced. Wu Zhushu was injured, and the temple messenger came into the world. It was all he later learned. It took a long time to find out only here, but at least it proved that the Emperor’s Majesty must have celebrated the temple. A certain agreement was reached with the messenger from the temple.
In the five years of the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Majesty hoped to use his illegitimate child as a bait to lure the temple messenger and Wu Zhushu to the same end, but he did not achieve the goal. In order to bury this matter. In order not to let Fan know this, the Great Sacrifice... must die.
Fan Xian regained his gaze. Looking at the monks in front of me, I naturally thought of the so-called apocalypse, the will of the so-called temple messenger. The messenger must have been the one who came to Qingguo twenty-two years ago.
It seems that the messenger has not only transferred Wu Zhushu from Kyoto, but also represents the illusory temple and has reached some kind of cooperation with the emperor.
The cooperation between the emperor and the temple? Fan’s brow wrinkled, the first cooperation killed Ye Xiaomei, and the second cooperation almost killed Wu Zhushu... All the things are actually very clear, the only thing is not clear, just that Why do you make such a choice in the world of a temple that does not interfere in the world by name?
At this time, the monks who were besieged in the Qing Temple were already old. When they were twenty years ago, they had already learned the will of the temple. In the ecstasy, they were extremely loyal to serve the Qing Emperor. Among the ranks, in these twenty years, they walked in the folk, spread... It should be the education of goodness, the food, the drink, the hard, and happy days, and at the same time... Presumably, he is also a spy for the emperor.
Now Dongyi City has been served, civil strife has been flat, Chen Pingping is dead, the weather is smooth, the people are smooth, the country is strong, and the strength of the country has reached its peak. Apart from Fan Leisure, there seems to be no more to stop the Qing Emperor from unifying the world. The pace, so these bitter monks returned to Kyoto, ready to meet the dazzling moment.
Therefore, the monks want to persuade Fan Xiu to forget his own private enmity for this great cause, to forget the sorrow of one person for the justice of the world.
Fan is standing alone in the rain, and although the rain is fine, he still wets his clothes. These monks and gentlemen told him frankly about what they did in the past 20 years and explained the secrets behind the history of the Qing Dynasty, because they sincerely wanted to persuade him to use God. The will of the temple, the return of the people's hearts, the trend of the general trend, convince Fan Fan not to be an enemy of the emperor.
Because His Majesty is the **** of choice, the co-owner of the world.
"It’s all nonsense." Fan Xian shook his head helplessly, wiped the rain on his face, and looked at the monks who were pleading for themselves in his body and said, "What do these have to do with me? I It’s just a courtier... No, I’m just a grass-roots. I don’t think anyone in the world will think that I will affect the world’s general trend. Is it overreacting?"
The monks looked at each other and saw the prudence and determination in their eyes. They naturally did not believe in Fan’s words. One of them looked at Fan Xiancheng and said: "Because you... is her son."
Fan is silent, finally knowing how the big squad in the temple is coming. If the monks in the temple are faithfully serving the temple and treating the emperor as a leader of choice, there is no doubt that Ye Xiaomei, the little girl who escaped from the temple and once stole a lot of things in the temple, is of course their biggest enemy. Perhaps these monks are not aware of the situation. There is no need to understand the inside story. It is only necessary that the temple messenger of twenty years ago set the nature of Ye Lanmei's behavior. They are deeply jealous of the woman who dared to despise the temple.
This kind of taboo continues until twenty years later. Continued to Fan leisure.
"If you kill me, what do you think?" Fan said with a smile: "I think he must be very reluctant to see his son die in the hands of you, I am worried about you."
All the monks and sorcerers sang in unison and showed their firmness. No one answered, but the meaning expressed was very clear. For the goal they were looking for, even if the emperor had killed them all afterwards, they would have to leave Fan Leisure here and stay here forever.
"I have already listened to what I want to hear." Fan squinted at the corner of his lips and said, "I think if I promise you to enter the palace, I will not rest assured that you will be banned on me. Of course, I You can use it as a snake. It’s fine to promise it first, at least it seems to be a little life."
"It’s just that you miscalculated one thing." Fan looked at them indifferently and said: "I believe that the temple exists more than you, but because of this, I will not scare the name of the temple." The legs are soft. Just like you guys in the rain."
A bitter monk sighed deeply, and said that "there is always awe in life between heaven and earth."
"This sentence, my Majesty once said to me." Fan Xian bowed slightly, thinking that the emperor squatted clearly that there is no fear of anything. Temple? messenger? I am afraid that these are illusory and terrifying in the eyes of mortals. In the eyes of the majesty, it is just a force that can be used.
"Respecting the heavens. But you can't respect the will of others." Fan Xian said: "On this point, you should learn from the hard-working master."
The monks were slightly stunned, and they did not understand what they were saying. However, they saw that the fan that was surrounded by the middle floated up!
Fan Xian floated up in the fine autumn rain, and the cloth on his body was slowly propped up by the infuriating air. Like a big bird with no ruthlessness, he slammed into the outside of the Qing Temple!
Without aura, Fan’s body is like being pulled by an invisible long rope. It is extremely fast and fluttering toward the gate of the temple. His speed in the air is extremely fast, and his body is extraordinarily gentle, just in the rain. Walking through, if a Swallow, rolling in the wind and rain and drifting away.
However, his body only swept away a distance of five feet, and he felt a huge wall of gas coming in front of him.
At the moment of Fan’s release, more than a dozen monks were moving at the same time. A bitter monk stalked the arm of another monk, and screamed and smashed the partner next to him for six or seven consecutive actions. They have been carried out very smoothly. It seems that their minds have already been connected, and these actions are not in a state of stagnation.
These monks were an irregular circle. At this time, the seven people were quickly thrown in the direction of the main entrance of the Qing Temple. In the air, their hands did not disengage, driving the bitterness below. The monks plucked at the same time.
Like a wave.
The irregular circle formed by more than a dozen monk monks formed a whole in this moment, flipped up in the air of the drizzle, volleyed up, passed by the wave of the gas field, and jumped through the life. The fast-moving vanity figure re-set him in the circle.
A circle flipped over in the air and landed on the ground. It was still a circle. Fan is still in the middle of the circle. After the electric light and flint, the rain is still like this. The situation between the scenes still seems to have not changed.
In addition to everyone moving to the direction of the main entrance of the Qing Temple, the distance of about seven feet, and then the monks did not give Fan Xian any chance to make a pre-emptive attack, a glimpse of the same, countless pairs of arrogant, firm and powerful palm, I took the past to Fan’s body!
The monks did not know what the secret method was, but they were really able to communicate with each other and integrate their own realities perfectly. This countless palms took the past. It is like a radiant god, who has produced countless pairs of hands in the blink of an eye, and indifferently wants to eliminate the demon in front of him.
All the space in Fan’s leisure week is covered by the shadow of the rain, just like a big net has fallen, and there are no missing loopholes. This is the so-called beauty of the world. Then it is sinister to the extreme.
The gas wall is blowing. Fan is forcibly twisting his body in the air, forcibly adsorbing the air flow that can be sensed by every inch of skin around his body, and forcibly destroying it on two big days. The body was forced to fall to the ground, but the toes were directly a little wet on the ground. The overbearing temperament was gathered in the boxing, and the punch rushed toward the most powerful point in the thick wall.
In the moment of being forced to re-establish the situation of harmony. Fan Xian deeply smelled the dangerous taste. He broke into the Kyoto court eight days ago. He once stabbed a monk and repulsed another. At that time, he also paid the price of three palms. However, it is obvious that The monks on the ground in the field did not show their most powerful power.
Fan Xian knows where the power of these monks is, because they can perfectly integrate the power of the individual into a whole. This is of course not a group, not even a sword and a disciple. On the contrary, it is more like the fierce light that condenses between the long swords of the tigers.
When these monks are in perfect harmony, no matter which monk is to be faced by Fan, they have to face the whole of them.
However, in Fan’s eyes, the invisible gas wall in front of him was as clear as a white fog wall with different thicknesses. He did not consider any consequences at all. Directly condensed all the real elements in the body, directly hit out with a hegemonic force, and the location of the hit is the thickest part of the block.
With the strongest and strongest, Fan Xian simply ignores the palm of the sky. He knows his strength today. This boxing out, the other party must condense into one place. In order to compete, this is probably the tyrannical momentum that the strong man has cultivated after many experiences.
Sure enough, Fan was violently hitting the air wall, and the palm of the hand disappeared. The shadow of one palm merged with the shadow of the other palm. The dozens of palms eventually became a palm. A crystal bright palm.
The palm of the hand and the fist of Fan’s tight grip slammed into it.
The air in the temple seemed to be deformed with this impact. The tiny autumn rain fluttered across the earthquake. On a large piece of bluestone ping, there was no raindrops to drip, and the whole air was full. Dry and killing taste!
After a loud bang, Fan Xi’s shoulders on the right shoulder were smashed and fluttered like a butterfly, revealing the right arm that kept shaking.
And the bitter monk he was facing was red and surprisingly bright, and his shoulders were armed with two arms.
More than a dozen monks and nuns are not constantly instilling instinct into the body along this bridge, helping him to resist the arrogance of Fan.
Fan’s face was pale, and the body’s infuriatingly spurted out, but he still couldn’t break the encirclement of the other side. The true air from the other hand’s palm was inexhaustible, like the waves, the momentum was compelling, and the surge was incomparable. Gives a feeling of being hard to resist.
With a bang, the monk who was with Fan’s palm spit out a blood, dripping down his clothes, but the face of the monk was getting redder and brighter, and there was no exhaustion at all. Or can not bear the signs of the body's pounds of infuriating, he just took a trace of pity, looking at the Fan Xian in front, seems to want to wait for the other party to admit defeat, and then dissipate and surrender.
The monk monk, who walked through the sorrows of the world in the bitterness of the world, and the tempering of the spirit and spirit, made an extraordinary cultivation.
The defeat has already appeared, but Fan’s eyes are still cold and cold, without the slightest panic, even the excitement of desperate emotions, just calm, he quietly looks at this close to himself. The monk monk, staring at the other's bright eyes, seems to see the color he is looking for from the other's eyes.
Only Fan Xian himself knows that the meridians in his body have been shaken to an extremely difficult position, and the size of the two days is running fast. Desperately screaming out the infuriating out of the fist, but it is almost impossible to support, especially at the fatal door of the waist mountain, it has begun to faint fever, it is a harbinger of exhaustion.
After all, it is a weak body, and Fan’s biggest life is here. It will only be raised in Fanfu for a few days. In the past few days, he has also used martial arts to kill people. His mood has not been flat. It has not yet returned to the realm of prosperity.
Fortunately, he is a meridian who is different from ordinary people. He has more than a weekday monster to be weak. For such a long time, the supporters of this sorrowful monk have been supported for so long, and they have changed to 13 francs or sea otters, and I am afraid that they will not be better than him.
However, Fan is still not flustered and not desperate. Just looking coldly at the black eye of the monk.
Finally, just in the moment when Fan Xian can't support it, and Fan Fan's fist, the close-knit sorcerer's eyes finally appeared a touch of green color.
A touch of green color that is completely out of harmony with the natural human eye.
Then two black blood slowly flowed out of the mouth of the monk.
Fan Zhou’s all the monks did not notice this. They just sat around and meditated, constantly urging the body tough and infuriating.
The sorrowful monk who had run out of black blood had a glimpse of the color of enlightenment. After seeing Fan Xian, he finally understood the young people in front of him, why he was willing to listen to these people in the rain. It turned out that the other party... just by the autumn rain is spreading the toxins!
This bitter monk finally remembered the true teacher of Fan Xian, the other is the close disciple of the old poison!
The monk felt that the internal organs were bitten by the insects. His throat began to ache, and his eyes began to numb. He knew that the poison in the body began to attack. If you stop at this time, you must be able to use the instinct of the body to suppress these toxins, however...
Colorless, odorless and insoluble in water, it is impossible to be too horrible - this is the natural reason of nature, and it is also common knowledge of martial arts practitioners. The monk is also very clear about this. Therefore, he is not worried about the brothers and sisters of his own, in addition to his own positive confrontation. Therefore, in addition to the fastest poison, the rest of the division brothers should be able to support longer. The monk does not want to let Fan leave, because he has found that Fan Xian is almost unable to support it.
His pale green eyes flashed a touch of peace of color, a ruthless color, a sigh of sorrow, completely abandoned the protection of the state of mind, let go of all the meridians, let the insults from both sides rush into However, along the arm of his own, he pushed the past to the right arm of Fan Xiu!
Bi Qigong is in the palm of his hand! He is willing to use a death to exchange for the death of Fan Xi, and to celebrate the country for generations.
However, Fan is not willing, his eyes flashed a hint of ambiguity, knowing that the other party forced the infuriating, the toxins into the heart, and can no longer be saved, but he is sinking the infuriating into the lower plate, the right shoulder is slightly A loose, with a powerful force of the big scorpion, ready to use a right arm to exchange the other side of this line of death, and then escape.
In the end of this crisis, Fan has the perseverance and courage to survive.
However, in addition to Fan Leisure, there are other people in the world who are not willing to watch Fan Xian to die. The chilling circle in the autumn rain, after rolling in the air, is close to the main entrance of the Qing Temple. At this most dangerous moment, the two words on the cross behind the main entrance of the temple are suddenly dimmed. A bit.
It’s not that the sky is dark, not that the two little gold characters are suddenly rusted, but a shadow floats up, and the two words of the temple are covered with some brilliance.
The shadow penetrated the rain silk for a moment, and it floated to the back of the sorrowful monk who was facing the fan. The shadow was wonderfully spread after the neck of the person, giving birth to limbs and giving birth to a sword.
With a bang, the tip of a sword, such as a poisonous snake, pierced the neck of a bitter monk and stabbed it directly from his throat cartilage. The sharp blade has cut the tracheal esophageal blood vessels of this bitter monk...
The monk was screaming and did not make any noise. He just stared at the fan in front of him. The miserable green in his eyes was thick, but his eyes did not shrink. It seemed that he was going to kill his fandom with his eyes.
At the same time as the shadow casts a sword, Fan Xian’s left-handed but weak left hand is difficult to lift up, and his fingertips are slightly stunned. The sleeves burst out of their sleeves and plunged into the left eye of the monk, splashing a **** flower.
This bitter monk condensed the lifelong cultivation of a dozen monk monks in the field. He was strong and honest, but he was possessed by such two savage and murderous tricks.
It was this meal, and Fan’s left arm squirmed strangely, and the shoulders shook and screamed. The squatting squatted at the end of the sleeves, and the sleeves were deeply plunged into the minds of the monks. Cut off its life.
With a cry, the rain was in chaos, and the bitter monk who was arrogant and arrogantly dropped his hand.
Fan is a fist, and he is at the top of his head. The whole person floated up, his left hand grabbed the shadowy clothes, cut the rain at the fastest speed, and left the temple in an instant.
From the back of the main entrance of the Qingmiao Temple, two small golden characters faint, to the shadow of the sword, and then to the vanity and fleeing to escape the round and melt out of the temple, but it is just a blink of an eye, the shadow of a sword is hot and cast. Fan Xian did not let his sword re-enter the situation, forcing against the trend. Go hand in hand with him.
At this time, the monks who sat in the rain only discovered that things had changed. The sorrowful monk in the middle of the round was already hanging down, and there was no confession, but he still passively accepted the brothers. Instilled. The body slammed twice in the rain and then fell silently.
Was pierced by the shadow of the neck, was smashed into the brain by Fan leisure sleeves, the toxins have already entered the heart, and finally turned back to the situation. This monk is no doubt dead. Death can no longer die.
The rain is already big and it is already in chaos. Indiscriminately hitting these monks, they silently looked at the body of the companion. After a moment of silence, they quickly jumped out of the temple and chased the two figures who were about to disappear in the distance. .
I don't know if they will reflect on it. If the purpose of the temple is really God's will, then why do these people have put so much effort, even willing to give up their abilities, but there is no way to kill Fan Free?
In the heavy rain of autumn, Fan Xian and the shadow are like two gray shadows. In the rain, under the eaves, in the bleak sky, in the streets of the lonely Liao. However, it didn't take long for the temple to be celebrated. Fan Xiansen sensed that the rear of the temple was very obvious and the atmosphere had already caught up.
The Kyoto Temple is in the outer Sanli. It is a very quiet place on weekdays. There are no pedestrians passing by, and there are no houses to be used around. Today is another heavy rain, and there are no pedestrians on the street who are hiding from the rain. This has caused great inconvenience to the action of Fan and Fei.
Fan Xian pale face was full of rain, he looked at the middle-aged man beside him, but did not see any expression on the other's face. Fan Xian knows that after all, he still underestimates the fanatics of the martyrdom, and underestimates the strength of the Shinto who has been stretching for thousands of years on this continent.
In those years, perhaps it was the masters of the hardships and the Northern Qitian. They may have been tempted by the monks of the Qing Dynasty. They may not be conspicuous in the temples. They only like to preach in the most remote places, perhaps to celebrate the temple. It did not give people a strong feeling, so Fan Xian never put the temple in his eyes.
However, today it proves that this is an extremely powerful enemy. Fan Xian even began to doubt that the tiger guards have come to deal with the swords of the nine strong players. Is it a wonderful combination of the birth of the temple?
Of course, if today’s fan leisure is still at the peak of the state, he will not become so embarrassed, especially the ability to escape from the light, the person who came from the supervision institute and the shadow of being the world’s first assassin. It will not look at the monks who are tracking them.
If in peacetime, he may hide the trace with the shadow, and turn to the most horrible sniper attack on these monks who do not enter the salt and salt.
However, today is not possible, because the rush of the thousand miles, the grief in the mind, the hardships of the past few days, the serious injuries on the walls of Zhengyangmen and the court, let Fan’s state have fallen to the bottom. In particular, it was hard to resist the previous round with a dozen monks and monks, which made him no longer have the power of World War II.
The shadows around him are indifferent and look no different. However, over the years of cooperation and closeness, Fan Xian has clearly found that the wounds on the shadows are also very heavy, even heavier than himself.
Fan Xian knows why this is the case. The shadow has only suffered one injury, but the injury was stabbed by Si Gujian.
Knowing Chen Pingping’s death, the shadow will react. Fan Xian can clearly guess that he is clearly in Dongyi City, but he and Wang Qinian returned to Kyoto almost at the same time. This is the world’s first assassin returning faster than Wang Qiian. Fast, maybe even faster than the day of the Fan.
Such a rush, the shadow of the injury will be even heavier. Fan Xian looked at the shadow sideways, but did not say anything.
"The front is split." The shadow sanded his voice and opened with a very weird taste. It seems that the assassin is also very clear. The situation of both of them is so bad that they can no longer be worse. .
Fan nodded and knew that it would be separated at this time. Soon after, the two of them would meet again.
Then at that street, the shadow slammed into a small alley, and maybe after a while, he would become a bitter businessman who was hiding under the rain.
However, before he left, he said a word indifferently, letting Fan’s heart sink and his mouth began to suffer.
"When do you kill him and call me."
Because of the impact of this sentence on the mind, let Fan Xian run farther than scheduled, and the bitter monks behind him are far from being adorned, but Fan Xian has no fear, he is from an alley. When I wore the past, I came to the Dongchuan intersection and went in the main hall of the bookstore. When I came out from the back door, I became a scholar with an umbrella.
He came to the door of Taixue and saw hundreds of umbrellas, thousands of umbrellas, and the students who had a refreshing sun under the umbrella.
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