Qin Xiuzhi didn't expect that Shang Jun wouldn't even let him in, and the cold tone made his already suffocating heart hurt as if he had been punched heavily. Did he really have no chance to express himself? No, he won't back down any longer, even if the answer is no, he will listen to the Lord Shang personally tell him.
Taking a deep breath to stop his heart from beating so fast, Qin Xiuzhi said in a low voice, "Mr. Shang, there is one thing I want to tell you. It won't take long."
Why didn't he leave? Shang Jun was so anxious that he almost screamed. At this moment, the man suddenly put his hand on the door, in an even position, facing Qin Xiuzhi's chest. He and Qin Xiuzhi were standing face to face across the thin door, as long as he hit hard, he would definitely hit Xiuzhi. At this time, Shang Jun could no longer control whether he was cold or not, and shouted loudly: "I don't want to hear anything, you go!"
Unlike the previous shouts, Lord Shang made Qin Xiuzhi calm down and asked suspiciously, "Mr. Shang, are you feeling unwell?"
Before Shang Jun could speak, the man flashed sideways to the side of the door, and the door was opened immediately—
"Shangjun?" Qin Xiuzhi was standing outside the door, looking at Shangjun standing at the table blankly, with a frighteningly white face, looking at him with panic and anxiety. Before he understood what was going on, he heard Shang Jun shouting at him, "Don't come here!"
At the same time, a light and shadow flashed past him, Qin Xiuzhi only felt a pain in his shoulder, a huge force lifted him up, fell into the room, and fell heavily to the ground. Qin Xiuzhi only felt dizzy for a while, and when his eyes could see clearly, he realized that there was actually another person in the room, iron-faced and white-clothed, evil and charming.
Without waiting for Xiuzhi to get up, the man bullied him forward, the cold iron hand grabbed Qin Xiuzhi's shirt, pulled him up, and sneered in a hoarse voice: "One bird kills two birds with one stone, tonight's harvest is a lot, save me another trip. "
hateful! Shang Jun gritted his teeth and roared: "Let go - let him go!" He adjusted his breath and gathered his breath at Tianchi acupoint. Shang Jun tried to break through the acupoint. He didn't know what technique the man used. What's more, there is no sign of the acupoint opening.
Angry? The man's hoarse voice was filled with pride, and he said with a smile: "You'd better not use your power to open the acupoints without authorization, otherwise the poisonous gas will follow your blood and go straight to the heart, and you can see the King of Hell directly."
Shang Jun snorted coldly, "You think I'd be afraid?" He looked coldly at the man, endured the pain and tried to break through the acupuncture points again and again, even if the blood was surging, the black blood spilled out drop by drop along the corners of his lips.
The man raised his eyebrows slightly, is he really not afraid of death
Blood dripped down his chin onto the snow-white front of the shirt, and Shang Jun was unmoved, but Qin Xiuzhi was so heartbroken that he couldn't take care of his throat and was caught by the man in white. He said with difficulty, "Shang Jun...don't mess around..."
Qin Xiuzhi's face was flushed red and his breathing was short. Shang Jun was anxious and hated. The man snorted impatiently, "I'll deal with him first, and then play with you slowly."
The man exerted force on his hand, Qin Xiuzhi immediately felt a sharp pain in his throat, and a dizziness hit him. He grabbed the man's hand tightly, exerted all his strength, and said only three words: "Yu Linglong."
Yu Linglong? The man was startled, and immediately let go, and asked sharply, "What is Yu Linglong's secret?"
His throat was stinging like a fire, and Qin Xiu was panting while coughing. Although the man loosened his grip, he was still dizzy. For so long, everything that happened seems to be related to that piece of jade. He was betting just now that the man in white would kill him, also for Yu Linglong, and he won the bet. But he really didn't know the secret of that piece of jade.
"Don't tell me?" The man in white snorted coldly, turning the folding fan lightly in his hand, and a few sharp knives appeared on the fan bone. The man only waved lightly, and the blade swept across Qin Xiuzhi's right shoulder. Qin Xiuzhi only felt a chill, and the warm blood had already run down his arm, dyeing the entire arm red. Qin Xiuzhi turned his head away indifferently, not replying a word. He couldn't say, let alone what to say, as long as the man wanted to know Yu Linglong's secret, he shouldn't kill him.
The smell of blood filled the entire room in an instant, and Shang Jun whispered: "Fix it!"
"Still not?" The man in white obviously didn't have that patience. There was nothing he didn't know that he wanted to know.
He doesn't want his own life, does he? What about the businessman's life? The folding fan pointed at Shang Jun, aimed at Shang Jun's chest, and the man stabbed it mercilessly.
Shang Jun couldn't move, he could only watch the short knife approaching him, closed his eyes, and waited for the pain to come. He only heard the sound of a sharp blade piercing his chest, and a touch of warm blood splashed on his neck, but he didn't feel any pain. Opening his eyes hastily, Shang Jun shouted in panic, "Xiuzhi!"
Qin Xiuzhi stood in front of Shang Jun, and the sharp blade passed through his chest. Shang Jun couldn't see Xiuzhi's face, but the scarlet blood dripped onto the slate along the edge of Sen Leng's blade, drop by drop, like a knife, all pierced into Shang Jun's heart.
The man did not expect that Xiuzhi would rush to him, his eyes were slightly raised, the knife was both accurate and hateful, the short blade in his hand was pulled out mercilessly, and Qin Xiuzhi immediately fell to the ground softly.
"what-"
The dry air in his chest continued to rise, and Shang Jun finally broke through the acupoint and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the man in white. The man jumped back to avoid it. Shang Jun hurriedly leaned down and was about to help Xiuzhi up on the ground when the man waved his fan again and stepped forward.
Pulling out the soft sword and separating the folding fan, Shang Jun's hand holding the sword burst into blue veins. It was the first time he wanted to kill someone like that! Gently put down Qin Xiuzhi, Shang Jun raised his soft sword and pointed at the man in white. There was only one thought in his mind, that is - kill him!
Swinging the sword out, the soft sword was like a spirit snake, wrapping around the neck of the man in white. Shang Jun just wanted to kill him, no matter what. The man in white was also taken aback by Shang Jun's sharp moves and strong skills. This person is really powerful, no wonder he can withstand the toxicity of Nether Dew, poisoned for ten days, and he has sealed the acupoints. The man in white jumped out.
Shang Jun picked up his sword and chased out. The night was windy, and the sky was full of flowers and rain. The silver-white soft sword clashed with the bright red folding fan. Shang Jun's eyes were blood red, he only attacked but not defended, and his moves were fatal. The man in white couldn't take advantage of it for a while. After a few rounds, Shang Jun gradually became exhausted, and the man in white once again showed his short blade, which went straight to Shang Jun's throat.
"Ding-"
A bone-penetrating nail shot straight out, hitting just above the short blade. The short blade was missed and narrowly rubbed Shang Jun's neck. Shang Jun took the opportunity to swing a sword, and the man in white turned over to dodge. Shang Jun breathed heavily and raised his sword again. At this time, the pain in his chest could no longer make him feel the pain, and he wanted him to die.
"Little Jun! You don't want to die!" A stern male voice came from the roof. If he is injured like this, if he fights for another quarter of an hour, he can die suddenly!
Shang Jun squinted slightly and saw that the people on the roof were wearing purple shirts, with a few through-bone nails in their hands, and their handsome faces were full of frost.
"Little Martial Uncle—" Shang Jun gritted his teeth, glared at the man in white, and snorted coldly, "I want him to die!"
Qi Fenghua frowned, what happened to Xiaojun. The man in white was ready to go, Qi Fenghua flew to the Shang Jun and said in a low voice, "You go into the house and leave it to me here."
Shang Jun still wanted to say something, but when he thought of Xiuzhi in the house, Shang Jun took the soft sword and hurried into the house.
Xiu Zhi was lying on the ground, the blood stained the bluestone ground red, and his usually bright eyes were tightly closed at this time. Shang Jun shuddered and helped Xiuzhi up, hugged him in his arms, patted his face lightly, and called out, "Xiuzhi, how are you, Xiuzhi?"
"I..." Is it Shang Jun? Qin Xiuzhi was completely powerless, and the cold feeling seemed to drown him. He shivered and grabbed Shang Jun's hand. Although it was hard, he still panted slightly and said, "I have a word that I have always wanted to tell you."
Xiuzhi's icy body temperature and scalding blood were tormenting him. Shang Jun hurriedly clicked on Xiuzhi's acupuncture point and said urgently: "Don't talk, if you have anything to say, you can talk about it when your injury is healed."
Qin Xiuzhi shook his head laboriously, panted and said anxiously, "Don't say it now, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to say it again in the future."
Shang Jun hurriedly pressed down on the bleeding wound, even though he had taped the acupoints, but for some reason, the blood seemed to never stop, gushing out from his fingers. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and Shang Jun's heart seemed to become cold with the blood flowing, and the tears had blinded Shang Jun's eyes. Shang Jun kept whispering: "No, Xiuzhi, you will be fine! No!"
"Jun—" His eyes were already hazy, tightly holding Shang Jun's trembling hand, Qin Xiuzhi panted and said, "I..." Shang Jun leaned down, put his ear to his lips, and his weak voice was intermittent. "I... like you." He finally told him, and with a satisfied smile, Qin Xiuzhi slowly closed his eyes.
I like you…
I like you…
Shang Jun's mind was blank, and a tear dripped down his cheek and slid across Qin Xiuzhi's eyebrows. Is this what he was going to tell him? he does not want! He doesn't want him to tell him at this time! he does not want!
"Xiuzhi, Xiuzhi, wake up. Don't you want to hear my answer? You wake up." No matter how he shouted or shook, Xiuzhi no longer responded. Shang Jun felt as if his heart had been hollowed out, and his whole body was cold.
In the fierce battle just now, the pear blossoms were flying in the yard. Under the plain white petals, the man in white was isolated, exuding the breath of strangers. The eyes under Sen Leng's mask can no longer be described as cold. The slender eyes on the top are full of evil and cold rays of light. Just looking at him, Qi Fenghua is terrified.
"Here comes another one to die." The hoarse voice contained inner strength, and the cold and cold light in his hand was looming.
Having seen the man and Shang Jun's duel, Qi Fenghua already knew that the man's martial arts were definitely superior to him. Clutching the through-bone nail in his hand, Qi Fenghua's heart was beating, but he didn't dare to show any guilty conscience on his face. With disdain on his face, Qi Fenghua replied loudly, "It's not certain who will die. You should prepare a coffin for yourself."
What a crazy person! The white-clothed man's eyes flashed slightly, and he secretly looked at the young man in front of him, who seemed to be less than 20. The young man's face was arrogant and arrogant, and his breath was even and powerful, but he was by no means a peerless expert. The man scoffed coldly, and sure enough the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers. He opened the folding fan in his hand, and the man used his strength to attack Qi Fenghua.
With such a high speed, Qi Fenghua hurriedly used his inner strength to shoot out several bone-penetrating nails in his hand. This technique of throwing hidden weapons was a stunt passed down by his master, and it was also Qi Fenghua's only formidable kung fu. If he was fighting in close quarters, his skill was mediocre, so he would never let a man come within three feet of him.
The man was slightly startled when the hidden weapon hit like a dense rain. He had never seen anyone who could use his hands to fire so many powerful hidden weapons at once. Could it be that he miscalculated, the martial arts of this young man were really unfathomable
It was just a momentary loss of consciousness. The man was stabbed in the right arm by a bone-penetrating nail. Almost at the same time, a sharp pain extended from the right arm to the shoulder and chest, directly attacking the atrium! The man immediately withdrew his inner strength, tapped the acupuncture point to protect his heart, glared at Qi Fenghua grimly, and hummed, "You use poison?"
Seeing that he was caught with his newly developed numbness powder, Qi Fenghua finally breathed a sigh of relief and replied proudly, "I found out now, it's too late." The numbness powder can't be removed by internal force, and it's too late. It was instantly paralyzed and heart-wrenching at the same time. This person hurt Xiaojun like that just now, and it was just right to deal with him.
The sound of fighting caught the patrolman's attention, and the sound of disturbing footsteps showed that there were a lot of people coming. The men didn't pay attention to these people at all, but the paralysis and severe pain in the right arm made the man have to re-examine the young man in front of him. Suddenly, the man laughed wildly, and his hoarse laughter sounded a little scary. The man jumped up, swept up to the roof very quickly, and smiled: "Dare to use poison in front of me, you are the first. Boy, I will come to you again."
He didn't scream out in pain, how could he still use light energy? Did his poison not work on men? Or are men also masters of poison? Qi Fenghua finally became interested and replied loudly, "If you don't die, I'll wait."
The man was so quick that he disappeared without a trace like a ghost. Qi Fenghua was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. If it wasn't for the use of poison, he would never be a man's opponent. Thinking of Shang Jun's injury just now, Qi Fenghua hurried into the house, and closely behind him were Xiao Zongqing and Long Yihai who came in a hurry.
A group of people rushed into the room and saw Shang Jun holding a man covered in blood. Upon closer inspection, it was Qin Xiuzhi. His face was bloodless, the blood on his chest was still gurgling, and the appearance of Shang Jun's frantic and lost soul was even more frightening. Qi Fenghua lightly supported Shang Jun's shoulder and said anxiously, "Little Jun, how are you?"
The sluggish Shang Jun seemed to see a savior. He suddenly grabbed Qi Fenghua's sleeve tightly with excitement, and kept repeating two words: "Save him, save him." His voice became weaker and weaker, and the extreme pain finally let him support Don't stop, fall down.