When the person listening to the rain no longer listens to the rain calmly, even if he just takes a look into the rain.

In recent days, Pinghai County, which rarely has a mirror-like sea, will no longer be peaceful at any time.

Before this, every peaceful and peaceful night was precious.

People always feel that the good time is too short, so they naturally hope that such a night will be longer, and then longer, so that tomorrow will come later.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, Hao Ping thought this way.

Although it is thousands of miles away from Pinghai County, by the time of Xu, the sky in Luzhou County was slowly getting dark.

The long night was long, and Hao Ping didn't feel that it was enough.

After all, a night of spring supper is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Doesn’t the longer the night mean the more money?

Hao Ping doesn't care how much money he has. With his ability, he can get back all his money.

It is said that Shu women are beautiful, with supple skin, petite figures, cheerful and enthusiastic.

Hao Ping, who has been famous for this for a long time, has long thought of coming to review it in person.

Unexpectedly, the wind was too tight at that time. Leng Mei, the number one female killer in the Demon Palace, had nothing to do. She really wanted to eliminate rape and evil, and eliminated a large number of Hao Ping's associates, including the Liushui Gang.

The leader of the gang, Yao Fengliu, Gu Huaiying, one of the Fourteen Evil Persons, and other senior experts were not spared.

Hao Ping knew very well how much he weighed. Even if the fourteen villains were all reduced to dust and dirt, he would still be just a guy who could barely make it into the top thirty on the list of villains in Zhongzhou.

At that time, he honestly tightened his belt and took care of his lower body.

After finally holding it in for nearly two years, I finally came out secretly to satisfy my craving.

I only tasted it briefly and took a few sips, but I was always low-key and low-key, for fear of losing my life unknowingly.

It wasn't until he heard about the changes in the Demon Palace and Leng Mei falling off the Yin-Yang Bridge that Hao Ping felt that there was life again in the world and he could live happily.

However, not long after he had lived a happy life, another killer similar to Leng Mei appeared in the world.

Those who died under his sword were all those who had committed many injustices.

Although the identity of that person was only fully confirmed at the Hundred Flowers Conference a few months ago.

It can be heard that Hao Ping, whose demeanor has changed, has really been keeping his tail between his legs in recent years.

Extremely wronged!

It was rumored that that man was also forced to jump off the Yin-Yang Bridge. Hao Ping spent a lot of money that day to buy a house in Fengyan House and party all night long!

However, things in the world are always fickle, and nature always likes to play tricks on people.

After a few months of happiness, Hao Ping suddenly heard that the killer Ye Xiao was not dead yet, and was even making trouble between Sichuan and Guizhou.

The common people in the city have mixed praise and criticism for the killer Night Owl's actions, but basically think that the death of the people he killed is not a pity.

Hao Ping only felt that this killer Night Owl was his nightmare that he could not get rid of.

But what can he do, a carefree prodigal with a little talent and cleverness but no family?

He didn't even dare to think of challenging Ziyexuan alone, and how could he dare to take the initiative to seek the night owl's bad luck.

As the rumors say, whoever can climb up from the Yin-Yang Bridge is not the real Black Impermanence?

On the night when Zheng Lun and Chen Qi died, and on the night when Zi Yihou died, Hao Ping happened to be staying in an inn not far from Qianxu.

It was unbelievable to Hao Ping that the middle-aged street vendor who had been his neighbor for several days was actually the killer Night Owl!

There was only a wall between him and death!

He had to be thankful that because of the raging rumors, he had been hiding in the inn those days, so he didn't run into the night owl directly.

Otherwise, there might be grass growing on your grave now.

Life is so wonderful. When you get something you don't want, it's a pity to throw it away if it's tasteless.

When something I have always avoided happened to me, I felt it was no big deal.

After having this "encounter", Hao Ping also looked away.

As long as you don't show off your power under the eyes of Night Owl, there will always be loopholes to exploit.

Hao Ping was in no hurry to leave Sichuan and Guizhou.

After studying the orderly movements of Owl in Sichuan and Guizhou for many days and nights, he discovered several blind spots.

It is possible for several killer night owls to set foot in this area, but it is only used as a place to stay, and the possibility of taking action is extremely low.

These areas have one thing in common. Once you make a mistake, your whereabouts will be easily exposed, and there is a high probability of being caught in a trap.

Luzhou County is one of them.

The killer Night Owl doesn't dare to make trouble here, so he, the "guest among flowers", can play and sing here every night!

Hao Ping spent three days looking for beautiful women in the streets and alleys of Luzhou County.

It wasn't until this morning that I finally got something. No, before nightfall, a girl from Xiaojia Biyu was put on the incense couch.

After he finished burning incense and bathing, it was almost time for the girl to wake up.

If you are wise, we can take a mandarin duck bath together and linger until dawn so that we can get together and relax.

If you don't know what's interesting, you can only use some means, and there will be less fun in coming and going.

As for the peach blossom mark that was always painted on a woman's chest after every affair, Hao Ping didn't have the courage to leave it.

In the past, the purpose of leaving a mark was to seek fame.

Notoriety is also a name, not to mention the nickname "Huajianke" given to him by Jianghu people. He is more or less related to Huajian Zui, a big gang, which sounds doubly prestigious.

Secondly, it is to show that all the women he has picked are good girls, so everyone can enjoy them with peace of mind.

Hao Ping rarely kills people.

But there is no doubt that he has ruined many girls, from their bodies to their reputations, more than killing them.

Yes, how can Hao Ping not be afraid of killers like Ye Xiao?

If he had fun today and didn't care enough to leave a peach blossom behind, then he, the guest among the flowers, would probably die tomorrow night.

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A quarter of an hour later.

Hua Jianke still died.

Didn't survive tonight.

Hao Ping soaked naked in the flower petal bathtub.

He rested his arms on the edge of the barrel and rested his head on the back.

The only thing that could be seen clearly about his upper body was a sword mark on his neck that was not conspicuous at first but now had a bright blood line.

There was still the last trace of a smile on his face, and he looked extremely peaceful and comfortable, as if he was dying comfortably.

Hao Ping had stayed in this sky-sized guest room for many days, and had told the waiter not to enter the room to clean it.

Apart from the girl he abducted, he should have been the only one who could enter and exit the house soberly.

Tonight, at least two outsiders sneaked in.

One of them is a stunningly beautiful woman.

The woman stood upside down with a green lotus in the center of her head. Her body was wrapped in a black robe and her curvy figure was visible. She was several levels more beautiful than the girl Hao Ping secretly carried her.

Of course, Hao Ping could no longer see this scene.

The girl on the bed has also disappeared.

The stunning woman, who was charming but not seductive, only cast a disgusted look at the tiny sword mark on Hao Ping's neck with her peach blossom eyes, and then walked away in a hurry.

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The woman in black robe has excellent eyesight, and she has seen similar wounds no less than twenty times in the past few days.

Every wound she sees appears on a different person in the world.

However, the person who left these wounds is not the same person.

Just like imitating characters, characters written by different people will inevitably have similarities and differences.

Even if you spend a lot of time to imitate the same character, there are subtle differences in the emphasis and rhythm of writing in every vertical and horizontal twist.

Ordinary people can't tell the difference between true and false, and their true colors will be revealed in front of experts.

The similar sword injuries seen by the black-robed woman these days can be divided into three categories.

One kind is strange but freehand.

Even if I am imitating, I still pursue the path of swordsmanship to perfection while still completing it in one go.

From the drawing of the sword to the stabbing of the sword, it all fits the composition of a painting.
To be continued...