In the memory, he could not see anything clearly, as if a thick fog filled his eyes. He stretched out his hand to grab it, but there was a crushing pain in his body. He forgot that he could no longer move.

"Don't move, bear with me for a while..." A soft, singing voice fell in his ears. This gave him the idea of ​​​​living - yes, only by living can he know who saved him. Only then can he know.

, what kind of heart can have pity for a pile of stinking filth in a deep alley?

"Susu..." He called silently to the back in front of him, his eyes slightly moist. He hadn't seen Susu for ten years...

Even if the person in front of her is not Susu, that is the only clue to find her... She must have met Susu, otherwise, why are they so similar? What is even stranger is, if this is also Konoha's plan, why does he know?

Not far away, the sound of pipa played again in the restaurant, and the woman turned the corner.

He moved his stiff body in the cold wind, preparing to chase after him. Suddenly, there was a sap in the back of his head, like an exploding thunder, and the sky in front of him suddenly became invisible. Not good...

The world is spinning...

In the chaos, it was the bone-chilling coolness of the bluestone that woke him up. He struggled to get up from the ground, as if he wanted to find some trace of Su Su in the world. However, the sound of the pipa was no longer audible, and the empty wind on the street

It whizzed by, taking everything away. It was still dark.

"Susu..." He sneered.

Who is so vicious that he uses a shadow that looks like Su Su to confuse him?

Anger immediately burned throughout his body.

He held on to the wall for a long time before he stood firm. He was confused and swaying, and he seemed to be conscious, but he seemed to be unable to control his own behavior. He moved slowly, but he couldn't keep his center of gravity. He was just moving for the sake of moving, so he couldn't control his own behavior.

Fighting the numbness in the back of the head.

Who did it? I don’t know, his thinking stopped.

I have to find something to refresh myself.

Wine? This word popped up in my subconscious mind.

The aroma of wine floated in the wind, sweet and sweet in his heart. By the way, wine was probably the only thing that could make him sober. In the uncertainty before his eyes, there were familiar steps, familiar pavilions, and familiar voices. But the door was closed.

He hit it with all his strength and said, "I want to drink!"

The wooden door opened, revealing a bright red face. Ningxiang Pavilion? He actually walked to Ningxiang Pavilion!

He laughed miserably: "Do you want to do business or not?"

Ningxiang Pavilion had long been closed, but Yan Hong still helped him in. Stepping on the brick floor of Ningxiang Pavilion felt like stepping on cotton - could he still be intoxicated in his dream? I don't know, he just wanted to drink.

, get drunk, wake up, everything will be over, just think that this night was a dream related to Susu.

Yan Hong sat opposite him and didn't ask him anything. She just handed him the wine jar and opened the seal.

He directly held the altar and drank a few big sips. The strong aroma hit his nostrils, and the wine filled his heart, burning his intestines and stomach, and burning his whole body. He became numb, the sting in his heart gradually faded away, and the consciousness in his head became confused.

, all the sensory endings slowly dimmed. He still wanted to drink, risking his life in exchange for a long night of drunkenness.

In his drunken haze, when he saw Yanhong's beautiful and charming face, a trace of melancholy flashed across his face. Was it sympathy?

He said harshly: "Don't sympathize with me. Those who sympathize with me will not survive."

Yanhong just smiled gently at him without saying a single unnecessary word, seeming to understand his sadness.

I don't remember when Yan Hong left. I only know that I buried my head in the cup and could no longer see my surroundings, and couldn't distinguish between reality and fantasy. In the fantasy, Su Su was still smiling, extremely sweet.

He was woken up by a bucket of water.

It was already early morning on the street - last night suddenly seemed like a world away.

A bucket of ice water poured down from head to toe, and the chill was like an arrow passing through his heart. In an instant, he woke up like a dream. He had no memory of how he ended up on the street.

It's just that Su Su and Yan Hong are no longer in sight. Looking up, in addition to the dazzling sky, there is that even more dazzling face? - Wang Hong. It is this bastard who treated him as a beggar when they first met!

The smell of alcohol has not dissipated, and there is nowhere to vent his resentment. A wave of rogue energy is burning like a fire due to the alcohol. He jumped up and said: "What? Isn't it fun to find it?" He went to fish for his own sword. Weird, it's not there.

At the waist. Look at Wang Hong's hand again - when did he have the courage to take away the broken sword? It's like burning oil meeting a spark and exploding with a bang.

When he hit it, he was pushed to the ground by a greater force.

Oh, were they surrounded by swordsmen from the Zhuyu Sword Sect? Seven or eight of them came to deal with one of them. Everyone was glaring at him as if they were staring at a demon, as if they wanted to tear him into pieces.

"Are you going to come together?" He stood up again, clenching his fists.

"He's not sober yet." Wang Hong waved his hands around and called to him again, "I'll take you to a place. Let's talk about other things after you sober up."

"Can't you say it here?"

Wang Hong suddenly glared at him fiercely, holding back his anger and said: "Young Master asked me to ask you: Is the Purple Jade Order still with you?"

The black face turned into a terrifying white face in an instant. He vaguely remembered some of last night's events. He thought Konoha had appeared, chased a woman who looked like Su Su, was attacked, and then - drank wine. Ziyu

Ling? He doesn't remember it at all. Maybe when he was attacked, that person came for the Purple Jade Ling? Confused, isn't this just Konoha's trick?

Oops, how should I deal with Chu Tao in front of him? He touched his stiff and cold neck - he really couldn't afford to pay for this with his own head. It's over, it's over...

Wang Hong smiled sadly at him: "Let me go and have a look, he said, it may really help you sober up."

The town is still sleeping peacefully, with few people around. Everyone has not woken up from the panic last night. Even when they woke up and saw the stone archway at the entrance of the town, they thought they were having a nightmare. A human head, with hair as a rope,

Hanging on a high place. The face distorted by fear is still twitching and has long been stiff - it is actually a cat! The dripping blood drips from the high place, along the plaque, extending to the street, and has dried up. All around

There was no body, and there were no traces of blood from the time the body was moved.

Xie Junhe came closer and was speechless.

Several swordsmen from the Qi family gathered around the stone archway pointing, talking and laughing. Their expressions were even worse than those of Qi Heng back then. They were no less curious about him who was soaked all over.

You can read on those faces how happy and excited the North Bank must be at this moment. It wasn't until Cheng Yunhe came quickly that they dispersed. Leng Fengyi followed Cheng Yunhe, covering her face with a veil and covering her nose - Xie Jun and the numb
Chapter completed!