Yan Zhuo's exclamation was like a signal, a signal to take action.
The sack in front of Qiao Zhenyue suddenly exploded, and a big man holding a dagger came out of the sack. The terrifying tip of the knife was already pressed against Qiao Zhenyue's chest.
Bai Buchou turned his back and smiled. His nasolabial folds were deeper, and the deep nasolabial folds were full of contentment. He now felt that he could be considered the best in the world in both martial arts and strategy. He deliberately chose
He exposed his whereabouts on the road, deliberately letting Guan Mingyue and Liu Qingfeng see him, deliberately waiting for Qiao Zhenyue and Yan Zhuo in the middle of the road, deliberately squeezing the breasts of the woman in the sack, and deliberately stimulating them to make them feel uneasy.
, deliberately letting Qiao Zhenyue and Yan Zhuo go to save people.
All of this was planned by him in advance, and things were realized little by little according to his design. He felt unprecedented satisfaction. At this moment, he felt that he was a god, a god who could arrange the life and death of others.
Three deadly nails have been shot out, and the sharp tip of the knife is pressed against the chest. It seems that everything has settled and everything has come to an end. Qiao Zhenyue, the leader of Jianghu Alliance, Yan Zhuo, the owner of Qingfeng Mingyue Tower, and his subordinate Guan Mingyue
, Liu Qingfeng died tragically outside Jinling City, and the murderer escaped like a ghost. No one knew who the murderer was, and no one knew the truth of the matter.
This incident will become the most mysterious legend in the world. From then on, a devil's seed will be planted in the hearts of the Jianghu children. They will be suspicious of each other, the Jianghu alliance will fall apart, and the era of dynasty will eventually come.
Bai Buchou's eyes shone with light, as if he had felt the admiration of thousands of people, as if he had reached the pinnacle of his life, his ideal had been realized, and he had finally gotten rid of his former self and his lowly fate.
.
"Bai Buchou, wake up, we are not dead yet!"
Bai Buchou was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Yan Zhuo and Qiao Zhenyue. The two of them were standing on the ground, and there were two people lying at their feet, a woman and a man.
The woman was lying on the ground, her thick black hair spread over her body. When the wind blew, her hair was messed up. She couldn't stand having her hair messed up by the wind. She cherished her hair very much, and there was nothing like it in the world.
Any woman doesn't take care of her hair, but she can't comb her hair with a comb at this moment.
Because she is dead, and dead people don't comb their hair.
The man fell on his back on the ground. He originally had strong tendons. He used to wish he could tense up his muscles to show others, but now his muscles have loosened up. He is like a flat pancake, deflated.
Lying deflated on the ground, a sharp knife passed through his chest, draining away all his manliness.
"Where are Xiang'er and Fan Zhenshan's apprentices?" Yan Zhuofa asked.
Bai Buchou looked at the two people lying on the ground, and then at Yan Zhuo who was talking to him, and suddenly smiled. His mouth moved, and so did his eyes. It turned out that in addition to his nasolabial wrinkles, his eyes
, his mouth will also smile.
"I underestimated you two." Bai Buchou said.
Yan Zhuo nodded and said, "That's right."
"I also overestimated those two idiots." Bai Buchou said again.
"If it were me, I wouldn't insult my subordinates like this. They tried their best, but they didn't let you down even though they died."
Bai Buchou smiled, but his smile was even uglier than crying: "Dead people don't care what living people say about them, because they are already dead. No matter how I evaluate them, they won't say anything back. Dead people don't care.
They are always more generous than living people, this is the advantage of dead people."
"So is it better to die than to live?" Yan Zhuo asked.
Bai Buchou was still laughing, but his mouth and eyes were distorted, and the skin fell off, revealing a scarlet scar running from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. The scar entangled his face like a thick centipede, and densely packed thin feet covered him.
The smaller half of the cheek is very scary.
"Of course, death is better than living, so let me send you to death!"
Bai Buchou spread his fingers this time, intending to use them all at once to shake the sky, shake the earth, weep ghosts and gods, lose souls, and seize souls. His fingers were sharp and murderous, and the scarlet scars became even redder with anger.
Gorgeous.
Yan Zhuo, Qiao Zhenyue, Liu Qingfeng, and Guan Mingyue looked at Bai Buchou's posture and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. None of them knew whether they could block this move.
But they still went up, almost all at once.
The internal energy soaring to the sky suddenly caused the yellow sand on the road and the leaves on both sides of the road to fly into the air.
In an instant, yellow sand filled the sky, and the trees were desolate. The leaves that were still on the trees were torn off one by one by internal force, and they were hovering on the horizon along with the yellow sand.
Bai Buchou and Yan Zhuo could no longer see the blue sky or the light of day. They had been firmly pinned in the middle of the storm by their own internal strength.
Suddenly, there was a "bang" sound, and the inner energy soaring to the sky suddenly disappeared, and the yellow sand and fallen leaves fell slowly like drizzle.
Seven people were already lying on the road.
These seven people have different shapes, some are lying on their backs, some are lying on their sides, some are sitting on the ground, some are looking up at the sky, some are kneeling on their knees, and some are sticking their butts up to the sky.
Although they have different shapes, they have one common characteristic, that is, they are all motionless.
Are they dead?
Not necessarily, because coughs could be heard from the seven people lying down.
Bai Buchou coughed and stood up. His hair was disheveled, and the scars on his face faded away from their bright red color and became dull. He looked at the people lying around and smiled, but his smile was still so ugly.
"But don't miss each other, we are on the road to three lives in the Peony Pavilion..."
Bai Buchou smiled, sang, and wandered off the road, walking toward the distance. The bright sunshine shone on his face, making him quiet and peaceful.
As Bai Buchou went further and further away, Yan Zhuo slowly stood up on the road, and then Qiao Zhenyue, Guan Mingyue, and Liu Qingfeng all struggled to get up. They were all still alive. They helped each other stand up, and the sun did not shine.
Sprinkle it miserably on them, warmth and warmth.
"Where are Miss Xiang'er and Fan Zhenshan's apprentice?" Qiao Zhenyue shook his head and asked.
"I don't know." Yan Zhuo, Liu Qingfeng, and Guan Mingyue all shook their heads.
The four of them looked at each other. They were all very embarrassed, with ragged clothes and disheveled hair. As they walked into Jinling City in their current appearance, the pawnshop keeper, the croupier of the gambling house, and the prostitutes of the brothel all had to throw at them.
Copper. But immediately, they all laughed, because they were still alive. People always have to smile more when they are alive. Only with a smile can there be hope.
"We are still alive. We will definitely be able to find Miss Xiang'er and Master Fan's apprentice."
