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Ye Lingtian's entire arm was so numb after power on, but the hand holding the long sword was still as stable as Mount Tai. Zhou Huaqiang's face flickered under the shaking sword light. He looked at Ye Lingtian in surprise. He didn't expect that the latter, who had the upper hand, would let him go. What exactly did this kid play with?

Zhou Huaqiang is a warrior who is crazy about martial arts than power. He is born with a passion and respect for the strong, so he respects the invincible Ye Lingtian. However, their positions are destined to be intertwined with swords and weapons. Therefore, he is quite puzzled when he sees Ye Lingtian withdrawing the sword. Where is the cruelty of the hundred people with broken hands?

"Go back and tell Zhang Xiangdong."

Ye Lingtian smiled faintly: "See you the day after tomorrow!"

Zhou Huaqiang narrowed his eyes slightly: "Don't you kill me?"

Ye Lingtian turned his head and looked at the other party, a smile flashed across his face: "You can use titanium spikes so well. I believe that you have been a person who has been in the army. With your skills, you must have drunk a lot of blood from enemy soldiers. For a person who contributes his youth and passion to the Great Xia, what if I, Ye Lingtian, let him have a way out?"

Zhou Huaqiang's body shook, and a bright light flashed through his eyes. He was not happy because Ye Lingtian let him go, but was touched by the latter to a string deep in his heart. The long-silent blood boiled inexplicably. He looked up at the sky and roared with great strength, with thirty fame and fortune, and clouds and moons on eight thousand miles.

The former Border War Hero's former Bronze-style magic weapon seemed to be awakened by Ye Lingtian! Zhou Huaqiang looked at Ye Lingtian and was speechless for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Damn!" Amid the shocking gazes of the two men in black, Ye Lingtian threw the blood-stained machete to the ground and patted his body and walked out of the alley.

At this moment, the lights on both sides of the alley made Ye Lingtian stand up and shine as bright as a god. Zhou Huaqiang wiped the blood on his neck and then shouted coldly at Ye Lingtian: "I will give it back to you sooner or later. After repaying it, I will still kill you."

Ye Lingtian didn't even turn his head back, and stretched out his right hand and slashed: "I'm waiting for you!"

When Zhou Huaqiang saw his heroic gesture, his body was shocked instantly. He took a step forward and looked at Ye Lingtian, muttering to himself: This,,,,, it looks so similar to him!

Ye Lingtian did not ask whether the other party was from the desert. However, Zhou Huaqiang should have come to the northern border. If such a master is in the desert, Ye Lingtian must have known that the northern border is different. I heard that the king of the northern border is still in seclusion, and the eight major town masters are in control of the overall situation. When you fight, the beauty cares about Zhou Huaqiang.

After sending two men in black back to the Axe Gate to report, Zhou Huaqiang drove a car alone on the street. Although he was defeated by Ye Lingtian in the battle tonight, he was not too confused. Victory and defeat were common in military affairs. What he was confused about was Ye Lingtian's words, and everyone was inevitably filled with passion.

He also has it! Although it slowly cooled down with time, it still exists deep in his heart. He has not thought of the past for a long time. Once he deliberately remembers it like a tide, thinks of the upright and majestic posture among millions of troops, thinks of the pleasure of the titanium thorns sinking into the enemy's throat, and even the helplessness when he bid farewell to the military camp, and the tears flowing in the soil.

Zhou Huaqiang parked his car on the side of Mingzhu Building, then found a small rooftop opposite the parking lot and sat down. He held a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes in his hand, leaning on the railing to recall the past. In the alternation of alcohol and light and darkness, he recalled the glorious years, scattered laughter and crying, and sometimes became silent.

Occasionally, I glanced at a four-eight Land Rover in the parking lot, and my eyes were not at all turbulent.

When Zhou Huaqiang lit his last cigarette, the Su brother and sister were shopping in the supermarket downstairs.
Chapter completed!