The Dream Master left the boat and quickly moved to the other side of the mountain.
At this moment, who said that the dream master is bad at acting? His actions can only be described as vigorous.
"Su Qi?" Suddenly, the fantasy master stopped.
"Master, your leg suddenly healed?" An old man came out from under the shadow of the tree.
He has a pretty decent face, his cheeks are as broad as his forehead, and he has a short gray beard growing under his cheeks. His deep eyes are focused, and his pupils are slightly brown; surprisingly, he wears a silver band on his head.
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"Where are your disciples?"
"Be back soon."
"Master, you should not leave the water, you should continue to pretend." Madam Lan suddenly appeared in front of them with a golden needle in her left hand and a phoenix and green feather in her right hand.
"Fish can't live without water, and flowers can't live without seedlings. If it weren't for Tong'er's alertness, who would have thought that the fisherman from Qingyang would fake his own death and hide in the Golden Buddha Temple?" The old liar came out of the shadow of the tree and stopped behind them.
; "The big thief Su Qi, I haven't seen him for more than 20 years. What is that thing on your head?"
Su Qi said nothing, and with his right hand took out a sharp flower-spreading knife from his waist, which was the same as the one used by the killer.
The fantasy master took off his painting and had two fishbones in his hand: "Red Lady, I've been looking forward to seeing you again, but I didn't expect that I was right and you lost! Haha, you still have it this time.
What can I say? If you ask me, a stunning beauty like you shouldn’t belong to any man at all. No man in the world is qualified to monopolize you. The old fish head doesn’t have that blessing, the old liar doesn’t have that blessing, and neither does the old handsome guy from the Lan family.
Not that lucky."
Contrary to his usual slickness, he straightened up and exuded an awe-inspiring aura. He pulled out a short black stick in his right hand and said, "This is the phoenix bone ghost whip, Fish Man, do you want to taste how it beats ghosts? Come on,
All the accounts that need to be settled will be settled today."
The old liar waved the black stick over his head and hit him, Yu Lang and Su Qi were startled. The so-called shadow of a famous tree, the phoenix-bone ghost whip is too evil.
Madam Lan quickly activated, Feng Zhuo Qingyu shot out a burst of energy towards the big thief Su Qi, and the golden needle on her fingertip pointed at the door of the fantasy master.
The fight was fierce at the foot of the mountain, but there was no fighting on the mountain.
Zhu Tong was right, he didn't dare to kill Jingchi Xuemei. But in the current situation, he couldn't think of any good way.
"Where's Jiang Xiaoyu? Why didn't he come? Are you drinking in Phoenix City and deliberately attracting attention? Brother, forget it, but you must know who I am. I am Zhu Tong, a thousand-faced lone wolf, Zhu Tong,
Master Zhu." Zhu Tong turned on a miniature light and hung it on a branch; "Look, I am really Zhu Tong."
"The leader of the blessing sect is the Living Buddha Suowonda." The killer was not used to this light and hid behind Xuemei Jingchi.
Only then did Zhu Tong see clearly that Jingchi Xuemei's head was covered with a piece of black cloth.
"Brother is indeed a sensible person." Zhu Tong took a step forward and played with the eight hidden weapons in his hands; "Yes, the current head of the Zhu Sect is Suowonda Living Buddha. You should also know that Suowonda is the leader of the world.
The number one master, he is my disciple. The leader of Suowonda Living Buddha was passed on to him when I got tired of it. If you can bring Miss Xuemei safely to Shanghai, Mr. Tian will definitely give you a large sum of money.
It's just that there was a little accident now; you met me. In other words, it is impossible for you to complete this task, and the money will be gone. Brother, if you can't bring back Miss Xuemei, you will only suffer a few words.
Scolding, at least it is not life-threatening. If you kill Miss Xuemei, Mr. Tian probably won't scold you, because he is already finished by then, and it would be good if he can save his head. But, I will kill you with all my strength, brother.
You must have good abilities, but are you a match for Suowonda Living Buddha? I will use all my strength to hunt you down, and I will not stop fighting for the rest of my life. Even if you hide to the ends of the earth, I will kill you to avenge Miss Xuemei.
You don’t believe it? Think about it carefully. To me, the life and death of Miss Xuemei is just the life and death of a friend. She has a noble status and cannot marry my wife. I don’t do business or play stocks. She is dead.
I may be sad, but there is no need to fight for her. It’s different for Mr. Tian, he can’t survive even if Miss Xuemei dies.”
The killer was stunned by Zhu Tong's words, but what he said was the truth; he didn't know that there was a big difference between the whole facts and fragmentary facts. The little liar only told the facts that were unfavorable to Mr. Tian, and said that Jing Chixue
Mei and himself are just friends, emphasizing the consequences of killing Ichi Yukimi and his fate, without giving him time to consider all the facts.
"Brother, did you learn this kung fu from that master? I could tell from the first moment I met you that brother is a master. You must have killed someone before."
"I have killed people, not just one. I have lived enough. If you don't let me go today, I will kill her."
"Please, if you want to kill her, hurry up. It's such a cold day, and I want to go back to bed early." Zhu Tong kicked the big fire wheel; "He is your eldest brother, so you are either his brother or Honghuo
Disciple. I guess you are not a disciple of Siren, but your master is Shengou Wang Han? No, that old guy can't teach such a skilled disciple. You have strong hands, and you must be very good at palm skills. My brother is practicing iron sand palm.
"
The killer looked at his hands and nodded slightly.
"There are a few words... I shouldn't say such things. Counting the three times we have met this time, I don't know how my brother feels about me. I always feel that we are destined. Brother, if you can't practice Iron Sand Palm, it will be ruined.
Human kung fu; even if my brother gets the secret internal skills, he still can’t practice them. My brother’s hands can only hold knives, not even chopsticks. This is a sign that the nerves in his hands are seriously damaged.”
"I use the knife to eat, and I use the knife to make money." The killer's cold expression softened a little, and the flower-spreading knife was still pressed tightly against Jingchi Xuemei's neck.
"Brother knows that I am a disciple of Zhu Clan, but maybe he doesn't know the history of Zhu Clan. Let me tell you, the predecessor of Zhu Clan was a charlatan, who specializes in healing the wounds of fellow charlatans. Brother, no matter whether we are rivals in the future or not, listen to me.
If you say that, you can't practice Iron Palm anymore. If you continue to practice, your hand will be useless in less than three years. I guess you learned Iron Palm from a monk. Shaolin's unique skill is powerful and powerful. It's fun to practice and more comfortable to use.
Enjoyable. But... alas, I won’t say it any more. I’ll give you a prescription. Soak it for half an hour every morning and evening. As long as you insist on it for two years, your hands can still regain most of their functions. Brother, you can’t do it in this life.
It’s just as simple as fighting and killing. There are countless beautiful scenery in the world, such as spring flowers and autumn moon, and the secret whispers of beautiful women in their private rooms are intoxicating. By the way, brother, do you have a girlfriend?"
As Zhu Tong spoke, he actually took out a pen and tore off half of his clothes to write the prescription. The killer was stunned and couldn't figure out what medicine the little liar was selling.
After finishing writing, Zhu Tong handed over his coat.
The killer was confused for a moment and shook his head to express his disapproval.
Zhu Tong sighed: "Brother, forget it if you don't want to. To be honest, I can no longer practice Iron Sand Palm. How is your master now? I guess both of his arms are disabled."
"No, Master's arm is still fine, but he has a headache every day."
"Brother, that is the result of the poisonous gas attack. Your master must have learned the marrow cleansing technique of the Golden Buddha Temple. Let me tell you, it is just a symptom, not the root cause." The little liar did not blush and continued to talk nonsense: "Brother, one
It looks like he is a good apprentice who is filial to his master, otherwise he would not have been so cowardly by Mr. Tian's side. I believe you have killed more than one person, but I don't believe you dare to kill Miss Xuemei. Life is full of grass and trees, and no
Wouldn’t it be a waste of time to experience the prosperity and splendor of the world? Don’t believe the nonsense of the monks. They also eat, drink, wear clothes, shit and pee. When they are sick, they have to go to the hospital to see a doctor and take medicine and injections. Look,
It's snowing again, so it's okay to be so frozen. Brother, I have two solutions. If you agree, we won't have to suffer this."
"What can I do?" The killer was tempted and left Jingchi Xuemei's neck with his knife.
"First of all, I need to make sure, is she still alive?"
"She can't die. She fell asleep with the Chinese medicine injection." The killer lifted up the black cloth covering his head and revealed a pretty face.
"That's good." Zhu Tong was shocked. That was not Jingchi Xuemei at all, but Ye'er.
Fortunately, the killer didn't pay attention to the expression on Zhu Tong's face, nor did he see Ye'er's face: "See clearly? Tell me your conditions?"
The little liar forced himself to calm down and kept the same tone and speed as he said: "What I said is that the solution is not the condition. Brother, what you said reminded me. Brother, it must be very hard to be a bodyguard and a killer. Who else is it not for money?
Do those things? You want money, right?"
"good."
"It's easier if you ask for money. If you kill Miss Xuemei, you will definitely not get a penny. But if you let her go, I guarantee you will get a lot of money. Miss Xuemei is worth hundreds of millions. If she is kidnapped...
...Forget it, we won't discuss that possibility. How much do you want? I know it well, so I can tell Miss Xuemei later."
"What's the other way?" The killer pondered for a moment and asked.
"Another way may be more suitable for you. Brother, Miss Xuemei is Japanese. If you let her go, I promise to convince Miss Xuemei to take you and your master abroad. You will be free after leaving China, and your master can enjoy his old age in peace.
, no longer need to worry about life. Miss Xuemei has a large ranch in Japan and raises many race horses."
"Horse racing?" The killer looked longingly.
Zhu Tong glanced at his legs, which were slightly splayed. The jockeys and ninjas on the ranch all had this characteristic. After having a snack, it turned out that he also liked something. It seemed that he yearned for the life of galloping horses.
"Yes, Miss Xuemei has raised many racehorses, Japanese thoroughbred racehorses. You must have seen movies and TV shows. Those tall and powerful Japanese ocean horses. You should know that I came back from Japan not long ago. I, Miss Xuemei,
I lived on the ranch for more than two months. Every morning..."
With the little liar's sweet words, the longing on the killer's face became stronger and stronger; he finally couldn't help interrupting him: "How can you guarantee that Miss Xuemei will listen to you and take me to Japan?"
"Brother, did you agree?" Zhu Tong was ecstatic, still keeping a faint smile on his face.
"Who can be patient about serving people? I would rather serve a beast. I can let Miss Xuemei go, but you have to give me a guarantee."
"My words are my guarantee." The little liar puffed up his chest.
"Not enough, they all call you a little liar."
The so-called reputation makes the little liar a little depressed.