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.
There is no doubt that such people are masters of swordsmanship in their own sect. It is difficult to pick out two or three people in the world.
The second type is slightly rougher.
The sword is not so round and smooth, but more focused on appearance and effect.
He doesn't seem to be an expert with swords, but he knows all kinds of swordsmanship and can easily accomplish it with a single swing.
From the perspective of imitation alone, the second category is neither superfluous nor flamboyant, and is the most confusing.
And this third category is even more bizarre.
It's like learning to imitate the first category.
But it also has its own new development, which is more sharp than the first type.
If the first type is the elegance group, the third type is the radical group which is slightly more moderate than the bold group.
It has to be said that the person with the third type of sword wound is extremely talented and has a bright future.
It is not difficult to find corresponding characters for these three types of people in the mind of the black-robed woman.
Let’s put these details aside.
Someone is imitating the sword wound left after drawing the sword, which means that someone is imitating killing someone!
What is the purpose of copycat killing?
Naturally, it was to cover up the fact that the real owner was not here.
The question is, why are they covering for that person?
The woman in black robe personally went out to find out.
After keeping watch for many days, she was 80% sure that she could catch the person who sneaked into Hao Mirage's room before her and took away the girl on the bed.
During several ups and downs, the woman in black robe passed through two alleys, and finally saw the masked young man in night clothes from a distance.
This time it wasn't that she was sharp-eyed, but that the person she was meeting with the masked young man was dressed in a way that was too conspicuous.
Under the moonlight, it glows brightly, like a candlelight in the night, and it is difficult to pretend not to see it.
The masked young man obviously realized that he was being followed, and when he took a look at the contact person's attire, he suddenly realized.
He resisted the urge to yell and cursed, and quickly transferred the girl who was about to wake up from the jolt on her back onto the back of the connector in white.
Then he kicked the opponent's butt hard and shouted: "Get out of here!"
The contact person in white also knew that now was not the time to argue, so he rolled away in a hurry.
The woman in black robe had little interest in the man in white and let him leave.
The masked young man was very clever and wanted to "sacrifice his life for justice" to stop the black-robed woman, but when he saw this scene, he ran away in the other direction.
The woman in black robe smiled seductively, pulled out a slender willow-green soft sword from her waist like a ribbon, and ducked to follow.
"Asshole, you stupid poet without a brain, why don't you hang out with your butt naked?!"
Knowing that his foot strength was no match for the person chasing behind him, Dandan slapped Mei Huaijin in his mouth and stopped, turning around to take the fight.
Seeing this, the woman in black robe shook her wrist slightly, and the soft willow-green sword grew longer and longer, like the vines of the dryad in the fairy tale book whipping towards the eggs.
Egg raises his sword to meet the enemy.
Once the vine reached out, he would slap it away with the blade of his sword.
When the vine penetrated an inch, he slashed it a foot with his sword.
After ten rounds, the vines became shorter and shorter, but the woman in black robe was already approaching the egg.
The willow-green soft sword turned into a three-foot green peak, and the needle point of the egg's sword faced the wheat awn.
The sound of dense clashes of gold and iron shattered the quiet night of Luzhou County and awakened ordinary people from their dreams.
Some people wrapped their heads tightly with quilts, covering their ears and stealing bells, pretending that nothing happened.
Some people approached the doors and windows cautiously, not only wanting to see what was going on outside, but also fearing the disaster of being a fish in the pond.
There are also people who are looking forward to the officials, who have become more and more abundant in manpower recently, to take charge of the affairs.
Those people in the world who have been searching for the killer Night Owl for many days are getting closer and closer. What if the blind cat encounters a dead mouse?
It's just that within sixty breaths, this battle is coming to an end.
Witnessing Jiang Yichen's continuous improvement in swordsmanship with his own eyes, Egg was finally stimulated to strive for the best.
Even though his opponent is not one of the Four Swordsmen of Zhongzhou, he is still a master-level swordsman.
Isn't it easy to capture him?
The heart of the egg is filled with sadness. After working hard for so many days, I have seen little results.
Who would have thought that today I would be faced with such a tough idea, and I would only be beaten into obedience.
no!
You have to struggle before you give in!
Dandan took advantage of the situation and opened a distance from the black-robed woman first.
His steps were like stepping on a steel pole, sending out ripples of sword energy around his body.
A rainbow of swords penetrated the sky, and the seven colors seemed to merge into one. The white sword energy split the air and struck at the black-robed woman!
This sword is neither the sword that Dandan copied from Jiang Yichen, nor the sword taught by Xie Fei, but a blind realization made out of desperation.
It seems quite serious.
However, it is really just a matter of course.
The sword energy did not come within three feet of the black-robed woman before it died without any cause.
Tonight, the stars were out and the moon was unclear, but the scene three feet away was clearly visible.
In the eyes of an egg, the white skin of the woman in black robe is clearly the same as that of a girl in her prime.
Looking at the curvy figure, I feel that she is a middle-aged lady who has been carefully cared for as a married woman and knows how to take care of herself.
But in fact, this woman in black robe is already over forty years old, has never committed herself to any man, and has only relied on her own ability to become one of the top masters in the world.
Of course such an outstanding woman has a name.
It's just that not many people in the world know her name anymore, so everyone will follow her instructions and call her "Ghost Enchantress".
Egg took his eyes away from the ghostly enchantress for a moment to avoid being distracted.
He took off his black mask and said with a smile: "Sister Ghost, is there some misunderstanding? You are chasing my little brother so closely?"
In terms of age, the ghostly enchantress is enough to be the aunt or aunt of the egg.
But who can tell that this ghostly enchantress, who is not a girl from Shu but is even better than a girl from Shu, is so good at looking beautiful.
With such a young appearance, if the egg is called aunt, the egg will really be unable to do so.
The egg dared to call her sister, and the ghostly enchantress also dared to respond. After taking the green silk ribbon back to her waist, she asked with a smile: "There is no misunderstanding, I don't care why you helped him, tell me where he is, and I will do nothing for you today."
Didn't happen."
Egg tried his best to keep his eyes from rolling, scratched his head and said: "Sister Enchantress, I didn't quite understand what you said..."
Seeing that the ghostly enchantress was about to pull out the green silk ribbon again, Egg hurriedly said: "Sister Ghostly, sister enchantress, don't worry. Who is the person you are talking about? You must make it clear, otherwise I will be confused."
The ghostly enchantress did not stop drawing her sword, but shook her head and said, "Confused? Will you understand when my sister clears the water from your head?"
Egg wanted to apologize and say something, but the ghostly enchantress stopped her movements.
He looked up at the two figures standing on the roof of the wall and sneered: "It's such a big battle. It seems that we won't be able to get the answer today."
Xie Fei replied: "I really have no comment."
Seeing that Xie Fei and Smiling Maitreya both showed up, the ghostly demon queen still had to worry about whether the two of them would kill her.
Naturally, he no longer wanted to linger and said: "It's still a bit rewarding. At least I know that you and him are in a group."
"This world is getting more and more interesting."
The ghostly enchantress only left a few words of unknown meaning before turning and leaving.
At the same time, they also dissuaded the Jianghu people who were coming in this direction, as well as the government troops who had assembled and were planning to use their weapons to kill the Jianghu people.
Egg quickly followed Xie Fei and Smiling Maitreya's departure.
He walked closer to his boss and asked: "Boss, what does this ghostly enchantress mean? What grudge does she have against Xiao Jiang?"
Xie Fei glanced sideways at the egg and said: "The hatred of killing a brother, the resentment of parricide."