"Impossible." Tang Ye shook his head and said silently, "I ask myself that I am not very accomplished in internal studies. But I have suffered from cold diseases since I was a child, and I have never been able to fight against the cold. Jin - Absolutely not."
"How does this work?"
Mr. An was still smiling, and the cold metal blade could still be felt directly through the cloth, but it was stuck to Tang Ye's neck at this time. Diyuan Longtu, even if separated by a layer of cloth, still has the power of an owl's head.
"Then don't I have to kill you?"
Mr. An said with a pity: "Is it bad to live? Why do you have to seek death? Don't you still want revenge?"
Tang Ye was silent for a moment before he said, "You can't take revenge on the ground... This revenge is not considered revenge."
"I want it. It's the temper of a manly man. If I had met you ten years earlier, I would never have let you go. It's a pity that you can only be a ghost now."
The blade deviates a little, and one more wave can cut off Tangye's head. Suddenly humane.
"The big boss asked me to ignore everything, just take care of one thing... Keep an eye on this old thing. I still think about the fire in the house, what the big boss is doing. Unexpectedly, I really caught a big mouse."
The voice came out, and Mr. An's figure drifted away. The smoke and dust in the room turned into smoke, and Tang Ye could hardly believe that there was such a wonderful feat of lightness in the world. Then, there were three or two sounds of fighting at an extremely fast speed, and I saw a gray shadow flying in. The situation was quite embarrassing, but it was not who Hong Jiu was.
"Second brother Hong?"
Hong Jiu cursed while panting.
"Yah, bah, I still recognize relatives at this time. Can I still send you a second sister-in-law?"
"I didn't expect that someone would be watching secretly. As expected of the people in Jianghu, it's a good way." Mr. An slowly returned to the room. There is no passage here, and he blocked the exit, which has become a dead end.
"Humph."
Hong Jiu sneered: "Who do you think of me, Hong Jiu? Am I as easy to clean up as these young people? With me here, you can't kill anyone?"
Mr. An also sneered: "Even if I have you, what can I do?"
The people at the door also sneered.
"How about adding me?"
Mr. An turned his head in surprise and saw a tall young man stepping in with his head held high.
His long hair was loose, and he had a black knife on his waist, and Diyuan Longtu suddenly sounded like a sword.
Mr. An was stunned for a moment, and then slowly spit out three words: "... Ming is not true."
Chapter 145
"Oh, rare guest, what kind of wind is this, and it has blown a big man like you here. If you have lost your way, please forgive your sins."
The words were lively, and the tone alone seemed to be able to paint the dark mask, which actually gave people the feeling of seven emotions. Looking at his appearance, if it were not inconvenient to hold a giant sword in his hand, he would even applaud.
Ming Fei really let him pretend, and smiled: "You seem to know me?"
Mr. An gave a thumbs up: "The famous Yeluo Fort Lord, who does not know, who does not know. My younger brother is entangled in secular affairs on the island, and he is still incapable of doing things. Alas, otherwise, I will drive to the Ming Fort Lord with a glass of water and wine. It was meant to be a drink."
Ming Feizhen leaned against the stone wall with his arms folded, and did not answer, watching him continue. He knew too well that Mr. Dark's performance was no different from bluffing. The more time passed, the greater the threat to him, who should have been in the dark and dare not show his true face.
"Speak slowly." Ming Feizhen yawned, "You can't say two in an hour, and you can't say two nights in one night. It is said that the prison meals in Tianjing are very particular, and I will accompany you to drink three glasses when you get there. ."
"...Then let's pick the focus."
Mr. An's tone paused, Ming Feizhen was still unmoving. On the other hand, Hong Jiu and Tang Ye almost couldn't help but try their best. At that very moment, both of them felt a fierce murderous aura from Mr. An's body like a blade slashed close to him. The murderous aura was so real that although it didn't hurt anyone, it left a shudder. Only Mingfei was unmoved, and even a little sleepy.
"Master Mingbao, it's really amazing. There is something I don't know, please advise."
Mingfei really pinched his nose and said, "Let it go."
"Please smell."
Mr. An sneered: "You and Luo Ming just had a battle. The imperial court also came to support. Now it should be ineffective. Why did you find it here?"
"Can't you guess the answer to this question?" Ming Feizhen looked at the dark man with disappointment.
"I'm so stupid, I feel uncomfortable if I don't ask clearly about everything. This is called helplessness. Please, Lord Mingbao, make it happen."
Ming Feizhen was silent for a moment, and said, "I think something is not right, so let the second child stare at whether there is anyone in this game to pick up the ready-made. If there is, let me know directly."
"I didn't expect that such a small person like me would actually make you pay attention." Mr. An touched his head, very embarrassed, until Ming's non-truth made him stop his pretentious hand.
"I'm not talking about now, but a long time ago."
"… Oh?"
"If the 'little person' you are talking about is this young man named Ah Ji, I didn't pay too much attention to him. You pretended very well on this point. In any case, I never thought that the young people around Luo Ming would be weird. infer."
"Since the duel with King Jin in the imperial city, I felt as if I was in a trap designed by others. No one can keep watching me without being noticed, but King Jin is different. Just change the observation object to him. , and then using him to speculate on my actions will be effective. Since Kim Wangsun disappeared, I have been repeatedly speculating about what the truth was. No matter how I speculate, at least two conditions are essential.
One is the huge benefits that are bound to be hidden in that extremely high-risk action. The second is necessary to be able to complete the whole thing... the mastermind behind the martial arts.
I found a lot of his plans for revenge over the past ten years in Luo Ming's underground secret room. Surprisingly simple, nothing more than forging into the nine geese of the country, and then returning to the southern border to seek revenge. It is human nature for his son to be victimized and to recover his blood debt. But who gave him the blueprints of the Nine Ges of the Country? Ten years ago, he almost died in the southern border. Why did he not only have the blueprints after he came back, but even had a series of plans. In this series of high-risk actions of collaborating with Aples and transferring the disaster to others, I am reminded of King Jin's battle in front of the king. There are also two necessary conditions for this.
Just when I was thinking if it was just a coincidence, Luo Ming's sword finally gave me a definite answer.
Ah Hu took something that I didn't know about in the Zhaixinglou. That chill..."
Ming Feizhen's eyes were as sharp as a falcon, looking at Diyuan Longtu in Mr. An's hands. The dragon sword seemed to be provoked, and immediately trembled.
"It's exactly the same as the chill on this sword."
Tang Ye could feel the similarity of true qi, and it was not surprising that Ming Fei, who was far more sensitive to true qi, could really recognize it.
"I knew it when I saw that sword. After defeating Luo Ming, the real beginning."
Mr. An was silent for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "So, you deliberately knocked this sword into the air. I would say that the location of the sword is also very supportive. It happened to be in such a hard-to-find location."
Ming Fei really looked at him, but sighed, helplessly.
"Are you... are you stupid..."
Ming Feizhen's eyes gradually turned a tinge of red, and when he looked in the dark, if a demon possessed his body, an unspeakable evil spirit would force people.
"I can defeat Luo Ming after holding the sword, but Xie, and Gongcheng. Why didn't he cut him directly when he was injured? Do we have to wait for him to successfully cast the sword?"
"… why?"
"I'm inviting you, the mastermind behind the scenes, to show up."
Mr. An suddenly had the absurd feeling that he was the one whose every move was being calculated by others.
In an instant, this sense of dislocation of the hunter becoming the prey actually made his mood calm as he had such a feeling of crying and laughing.