Chapter 64 Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog!
The night wind is slightly blowing. The weather in Yanjing, which has entered early winter, has begun to cool down. The withered leaves are falling with the breeze, making waves of "rustling" sounds.
Maybe it's because it's remote. There are no vehicles or pedestrians passing by here. It's a good place to solve the problem.
Just as Yan Murong said, it is very quiet here. It is suitable for killing and silence.
Yan Murong was still wearing the suit that Dong Wuyan bought for him. It was not that he didn't want to change it. But after getting off the plane, he didn't have time to go home to change it. Fortunately, this suit is still high-end. He doesn't need it either. I was worried that the crotch would be torn after hitting a fight.
Compared with the tall buildings in the city, the environment here is indeed very good. There are no buildings on both sides of the road. They are all green lawns. Two rows of tall French sycamore trees are neatly arranged, just like soldiers waiting for inspection.
The withered leaves are constantly falling by the wind. But some are still struggling tenaciously and unwilling to leave the branches. It is like people are particularly eager to live while they are dying.
"Come out. Why are you hiding?" Yan Murong shouted to the empty streets. But the only answered him was the sound of falling leaves. He didn't even see an ant.
"I can smell you." Yan Murong continued to shout. "I'm going home if I don't come out. I haven't even eaten supper."
After saying that, Yan Murong turned around and walked towards the car.
"Swoosh----"
Just as Yan Murong turned around, a sound of breaking through the air sounded behind him. Yan Murong turned around quickly. A cold light shone on one side of his body and flew over to the tip of his nose. He hit a tree on the side of the road. It fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.
"When will the blind man play with flying knives?" Yan Murong said with a teasing smile.
"Hmph, boy. rampant."
As the words fell, a figure appeared under a tree opposite. It was the blind man Moran who had been beaten by Yan Murong before and fled in panic.
It was still the yellow old military uniform and wide sunglasses. I haven't seen each other for a few months. Moran has not changed much. But the strong murderous aura emitted from his body made Yan Murong know that the strength of this blind old man has improved a lot. .
"You really dare to come out." Yan Murong looked at Mo Ran and chuckled. "Last time, you ran fast. I don't want to bully you as blind. But this time you came to make trouble for me again. I'm not that good. Temper."
"Run. You should be running tonight." Weiran grinned and sneered. The exposed few yellow teeth made Yan Murong feel nauseous when he looked at it.
"Boy. It's a good thing to have courage. But being too conceited is stupid."
"Don't preach to me." Yan Murong sneered. "If you want to fight, fight. I can beat you away once. I can beat you away for the second time."
"Then let's fight."
He snorted coldly and swung his hand with one hand. The blind man stick in his hand made a light sound. Then, a cold light appeared on one end of the blind man stick. It turned into a spear.
"Take it slow-----"
At this moment, a low voice sounded behind Moran. Then a narrow figure pulled by the street light appeared on the street.
Yan Murong was also slightly surprised when he saw the old man wearing an elegant robe suddenly appeared in front of him.
He could feel the murderous aura indifferent, but he could not find that there was someone on the side.
Compared with Mo Ran, this old man in a robe looks worse than a blind man.
His wide forehead, a single eyebrow, and his face was covered with disgusting acne. He was heartbroken when he looked at Yan Murong.
Damn, how old is? Haven't you passed puberty yet? Yan Murong felt a little whispered in her heart. The more she looked at the old man in the robe, the more she felt the urge to vomit first and then beat him.
But to be honest, if this old man doesn't look at his face and figure, he will be considered very suitable for this robe. He wears the robe as elegant as he wears it----- Think about the old man again Although he also wore a long robe, Yan Murong thought that the old man was not wearing a long robe, but the battle robe of the leader of the Beggars' Sect.
"Where did you come out again?" Yan Murong asked, looking at the old man in the robe who suddenly appeared with a vigilant look on his face.
"No, no, no. I was born by my parents. It didn't come out of it somewhere." The old man in the robe shook his head and said.
"You are quite humorous. You are just a little ugly." Yan Murong chuckled.
"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog. The night comes in midnight and the sky goes." The old man in the robe shook his head and thought.
"Come like spring dreams for a while, and go like looking for clouds without a long time." Yan Murong followed and took the next sentence.
"Oh. You've actually heard of my name." The old man in the robe looked excited. The pimples on his face trembled. Yan Murong almost vomited out the overnight dinner as he looked at him.
"Damn it, who has heard of you?" Yan Mu tolerated it for a long time and finally couldn't help but curse. "Don't look at me, I haven't been to school much. But I have also memorized the three hundred Tang poems---- Use Bai Juyi’s poems to show off. Your face is so big."
"Young junior. You speak without any restraint." The old man in the robe looked at Yan Murong with a lesson. "My husband's surname is Hua, his name is Feihua. Remember my husband's name. When he went down to see the King of Hell, remember to say hello to him on my behalf. ”
"You are really sick." Yan Murong looked at Hua Feihua with an idiot and said, "Your surname is Hua. What does it have to do with the Hua family?"
"Hua Family... Oh. You are talking about the family of traditional Chinese medicine." Hua Feihua thought for a while before saying suddenly. "No, no, no. I think you may have misunderstood. I am not the surname Hua---- -As for my surname, I forgot. You can call me Hua Feihua, or Wu Feiwu-----at least. I am still called Hua Feihua today."
"There are still mental problems." Yan Murong looked at Hua Feihua and Moran and said. "It doesn't matter what you call me. I'm not in the mood to remember your name. I don't want to remember it----why? Are you two? I plan to come one by one. Or go together.”
"I won't bully you little baby." Hua Feihua walked up and said, "You little baby is unarmed. I will naturally not use weapons. One-on-one. I will fight with you with bare hands-----I heard you have done it. This blind man ran away once. I want to see your ability. If I can run away on my own, I can swear that I will never cause trouble for you again."
"Don't swear to me." Yan Murong curled his lips and said with disdain. "A man's oath is unreliable. You are so ugly. You are even more unreliable."
"What do you want?" Hua Feihua asked in a deep voice.
"Take out your weapon." Yan Murong's face also turned cold and said, "Tonight, either you die or I die."
"I won't bully unarmed people." Hua Feihua said.
"It's so funny." Yan Murong pointed to Mo Ran and said. "He's blind. You're blind too. Which eye does your eyes see that I don't have weapons."
PS: It's the weekend. I'll go out for a relaxing time. I'll go to a friend's house to barbecue on my own. There's another chapter. Update later.