Zhao Jundu looked at Qianye playfully, then suddenly leaned over, patted his face lightly, and said, "Is this your real face, Qian Xiaoye?"
Qianye only felt that Zhao Jundu's behavior was indescribably weird, and then he was stunned to hear that depressing name, suddenly thought of a possibility, and was speechless.
Could it be that the fourth son of the Zhao Clan wanted to find a place for Zhao Junhong, so he paid attention to such a pawn, and by the way, he discovered that the murderer in Li Bincheng was also him, so he chased him here? What a fucking coincidence.
Qianye gritted his teeth and said, "My name is Qianye."
Zhao Jundu's pair of purple pupils ignited fire again, he took out his glasses and put them on slowly, covering all the expressions in his eyes, and asked again: "Why did you kill Zhao Youping?"
Qianye sneered and didn't answer at all.
"I should have made you suffer first!"
Just when Zhao Jundu was about to make a move, something happened!
He suddenly felt that the right wrist holding the gun was clamped by red-hot iron clamps. Under the severe pain, he almost let go due to his concentration. But looking away, there was nothing on the wrist, but there was a circle of skin two fingers wide, which quickly became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, Qianye, who was held back by the gun, also moved, a strong force was set off from bottom to top, and the blue sky was about to let go.
Zhao Jundu's eyes behind the lens were cold and cold, he put the gun in his left hand, picked it up, and casually thrust it into the ground next to him.
A cloud of purple mist appeared in the palm of his right hand, and it spread to his elbow in an instant. With a soft "huh", the mist actually burned, and the redness on his wrist was immediately controlled and stopped spreading. The invisible force of restraint collapsed directly under the purple mist.
Zhao Jundu immediately slapped Qianye like lightning.
At this time, Qianye had just rolled away from the gun and was jumping up, when suddenly he let out a muffled grunt as if he had been hit hard, and a thin line of blood hung from the corner of his left eye.
Zhao Jundu's fiery palm was already in front of his eyes.
Qianye crossed his arm to block, and when he touched it, his whole body shook violently, and he fell flying, and then something extremely heavy pressed up, firmly holding his body.
A lingering fist came down close to Qianye's left ear, deeply inserted into the ground beside him, and the burning purple fire scorched several strands of his hair into scorched curls.
Qianye lay on his back, his eyes were blackened, his chest was burning like fire, and he had to use all his strength to breathe every time.
When he was broken through the original force defense before, the power in his body was already in a state of exhaustion. In a very short time, he forcibly mobilized the pupil technique and the original dawn force. At this time, the consequences of the backlash of the pupil technique and the overdraft of the original force are superimposed, and the feeling of weakness is extremely uncomfortable, as if a big hole has been broken in the world, and even the soul will fall down together.
Zhao Jundu's voice was so close that it brushed the broken hair in Qianye's ear, full of anger, "My dear brother, you really owe a lesson!"
Qianye suddenly opened his eyes wide as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, and his thoughts stopped instantly.
Zhao Jundu withdrew his right hand, stretched out his hand to grab Qianye's collar, sank down, and tore off his front completely, revealing a huge scar running through his chest and abdomen.
After Qianye obtained the blood physique, the scar had actually healed a lot, it was no longer bumpy and hideous like a multi-legged monster, but the scar from the chest to the abdomen could not be shrunk.
Zhao Jundu's hand trembled slightly, his expression changed several times. He looked into Qianye's eyes, and saw that there were doubts, bewilderment, bewilderment, and a little anger in those crystal-clear pupils, but there was no joy.
Zhao Jundu said slowly: "As expected...it's you."
"Qianye, we have a common father."
Qianye stopped struggling, he still couldn't see things very clearly, there were broken black and white lines passing by from time to time, it was because the backlash of the pupil technique had not completely subsided, and the extremely weak state still existed.
However, at this moment, Qianye's mind was even more chaotic than blurred vision.
He never had expectations of his biological parents. The children in the garbage dump can only rely on themselves. Even parents with blood can do very little in the face of hunger and survival. In an extremely harsh environment, even if parents give up everything, it is difficult to exchange for the continuation of their children's lives.
Therefore, in the garbage dump, it doesn't matter old or young, male or female, relatives, everyone is just a person who wants to live.
So, no expectations, no disappointments.
In fact, when he occasionally recalled the past, Qianye felt that he was extremely lucky. In the dark world he was born in, he would constantly get a glimmer of light when he was groping for the way forward.
Whether it's Lin Shuai who took him out of the garbage dump, Song Zining whose friendship in Huangquan training camp has been preserved to this day, Wei Potian who met when recruiting new recruits, those people who kept meeting and saying goodbye in the land of eternal night, even Yetong and William... The same is true for those descendants of darkness who are indistinguishable from each other.
He cherishes all the friendship and kindness he gets, because that's not something that can be taken for granted. In this war-torn era, on this precarious land, protecting oneself is a difficult task, let alone taking care of others.
However, at this time, someone suddenly told him that life could have been different
Qianye suddenly felt a little funny, and even laughed out loud, saying, "I'm not."
Zhao Jundu's reaction when he saw the scar on his chest reminded Qianye of Song Zining's advice. He would not naively think that he was just the lost child of the Zhao Clan.
Although he spent many times the effort of ordinary people in practicing Bingjue, but still couldn't break through the bottleneck, he once frantically wanted an answer. But at this moment, Qianye suddenly didn't want to know anything.
"Song Qi's identity for you is really impeccable. Tell me, how much does he know about meddling in the internal affairs of my Zhao Clan?" Zhao Jundu's tone had an unmistakable chill.
An angry look flashed across Qianye's face, "What do you want to say?"
"Come back with me."
Qianye laughed, with an indescribable sense of sarcasm, "You can take my body back." He paused and said, "Your brother died more than ten years ago, and now only a A child who grew up on the garbage dump of the Evernight Continent. I have no parents or brothers!"
Zhao Jundu took a deep breath and raised his hand as if he wanted to hit him, but seeing Qianye's eyes that were as clear as before, he couldn't do it no matter what. He suddenly let go of the hand that was holding Qianye, and stood up.
Qianye immediately struggled to get up, although he nearly fell down several times, he still stood firm.
Zhao Jundu saw the dry blood on the corner of Qianye's eyes, and said coldly: "My 'Western Extreme Purple Qi' has entered the realm of 'Dou Sheng Tianhuo', and you dare to hit it directly with your little pupil power. If I try my best If you fight back, you're blind by now."
Qianye sneered and remained silent.
The abilities of the vampires all depend on the stimulation of blood energy. At the beginning, Qianye's blood energy was drained by the void flicker, so activating the pupil technique was a desperate attempt. Qianye can be defeated or die, but he will never be humiliated. The last fight doesn't matter life or death, how can I care if I'm blind or not.
If Zhao Jundu underestimated his pupil technique because of this, if he had another chance next time, he might get a surprise.
Zhao Jundu suddenly took off his glasses, looked around with jumping purple eyes, and put them back on. His slightly thin lips pursed into a stern arc, and his evil spirit was withdrawn as soon as he sent it out.
He carried the blue sky behind his back, and threw Qianye a bronze plaque with jade embossed on the base, saying: "I will deal with the affairs of Libin City. This is for you, this is my token, you take it You can go directly to the Zhao Mansion in Xiji City, or you can send a letter to me through the channel of the Zhao Clan, or use the resources under my name."
Qianye grabbed the palm-sized sign and looked at it. The jade relief and the three-dimensional carving on the heavy gun were the same kind of strange beast. He threw the bronze jade sign back and said lightly, "I don't think I have a father, let alone a father." Think I have a brother. If you want to kill me, do it quickly, or I'll go."
Zhao Jundu was not angry this time, but just smiled, walked to Qianye's side, put the sign into his hand, and said, "It doesn't matter whether you have a father or not, but you are my younger brother. Besides, your mother once left you A piece of crystal lock, from which the name Qianye comes from. That is her only relic, and it is now stored in the Zhao Mansion, don’t you really want to take a look?”
Qianye was startled, knowing that Zhao Jundu was trying to seduce him, he still showed a slightly hesitant expression. He hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "Who is my mother? What happened back then?"
Zhao Jundu smiled and said, "I'll tell you when you go back to Zhao's house. Otherwise, don't even want to know!"
"You!!" Qianye's eyes flashed with murderous intent, he only felt his fingers itch, and wanted to punch Zhao Jundu in the face.
Zhao Jundu laughed, and said: "You are indeed very strong, but it will take a few years before you can defeat me. If you are not convinced, then we will fight again after you fully recover. If you lose, then we will fight with you." I'm going back to Zhao's house, dare you?"
"Goodbye!" Qianye couldn't catch his aggressive method, turned around and left, leaving a string of Zhao Jundu's laughter behind him.
When Qianye's figure completely disappeared on the horizon, the smile on Zhao Jundu's face gradually disappeared, replaced by indescribable indifference and arrogance.
He turned around slowly, pointed at the blue sky, and said coldly: "Have you seen enough? If you have seen enough, come out and die!"
There was a commotion ahead, and many shadows appeared on the low hill hundreds of meters away. It turned out to be two werewolf viscounts leading hundreds of soldiers. Among them, a small group of soldiers, led by a baron, chased in the direction Qianye left.
A werewolf viscount stared at Zhao Jundu with greed in his eyes, and roared with a grinning grin, "You are Zhao Jundu? Very good, I'll take you back, maybe the prince will meet us!"
Zhao Jundu held the gun in one hand, pointed at the werewolf Viscount directly in the blue sky, and said flatly: "The prince receives it? Wait for the next life!"
There was a roar in the blue sky, and there was only a piece of blue in the sky and the earth in an instant! When the blue color dispersed, the werewolf viscount and the entire guard behind him had disappeared.
The werewolves who were eager to do meritorious service forgot one thing. Bise Sky is a level-7 heavy sniper, and most level-7 guns have range attack capabilities, although theoretically, only Earl-level warriors can fully drive them.
There was commotion on the low hill, and the remaining werewolf warriors became fierce after panicking, howling, leaping, and pounced on Zhao Jundu.
Zhao Jundu's face was icy and snowy, and with a "Zheng", a sharp blade with a cold light protruded from the muzzle of the blue sky gun. Still holding the heavy sniper in one hand, he drew an arc in the void as lightly as if there was nothing, and a large crescent-shaped blue knife light flew out, cutting the first few werewolves in half.
At this moment, the sound of a rumbling mechanical engine suddenly came from the air, and a high-speed gunboat approached from a distance, just in time to meet the team that was going to track Qianye head-on. The cannons below the gunboat continuously spewed out fire, and there was a roar in the wilderness, and the rays of the original force of various colors exploded on the ground from time to time. That team of werewolf soldiers suffered heavy casualties on the spot.
Zhao Jundu saw the markings on the boat clearly, and frowned slightly. He jumped sideways, swung up, and leaped over the heads of the three werewolf lords like a bird. The sharp blade of the heavy sniper rifle in his hand once again pulled out a green light like a curtain of water. When he landed, only one person was left behind. Ground blood and corpses.
At this time, the small gunboat in the distance had already ended the battle and flew over here quickly. Several ropes hung down, and the agile guards climbed to the ground one after another. After a while, the battle was over, leaving only corpses all over the floor.
Zhao Jundu boarded the observation deck at the top of the boat, and saw Zhao Junhong standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the Jihuoyuan in the twilight.
"Second brother, why are you here?"
"Someone sold your whereabouts to the Thangka clan of werewolves."
Zhao Jundu nodded, and didn't ask any further questions, he was used to this kind of thing, since he dared to fight alone, of course he wouldn't be afraid.
He walked up to Zhao Junhong, followed his gaze, and felt a slight movement in his heart. The ultra-long-range sniper's field of vision was wider at such a height, and he could see a small black spot walking on the wilderness of red soil. Qianye who has not gone far.
Regardless of family, country or race, this is an era of ubiquitous battles and endless wars. Even if they are the pride of heaven, all they can do is to protect the distance within reach.
Volume 5: Within Reach