Dongfang Wenxin has heard a lot of Chu Qihun along the way. Speaking of which, Chu Qihun has become famous for more than a year, and he is the only top killer who can be compared with the Dongfang Family, a family of killers by himself. It can be said that the reputation was prominent at first, but now it is even more famous. , What is there to be ridiculous about what these people said? How can such passionate deeds be heard as a joke? However, the son and daughter-in-law are overjoyed as soon as they hear it... This is too weird.
Ever since he entered a populated place, Dongfang Wenxin no longer called Jun Moxie by his name, but called his baby name "San'er". Firstly, it would not reveal his identity, and secondly, he felt that this address was more intimate...
"Mother, there are too many people here now, so it's not convenient to explain to you. I'll explain it to you when I'm on the road another day. When you understand the cause and effect, you'll have fun!" Jun Moxie laughed.
At this moment, something happened suddenly, the cotton curtain blocking the door of the tavern flew up "suddenly", and countless snowflakes whizzed in with the strong wind; But then sat down with a look of fear on his face.
In the white snow, the purple light was moving, and three purple-robed men entered the tavern like ghosts; outside, it was snowing heavily; but when the three came in, their bodies were clean, and there was not even a little snow or dirt on their shoes. It was as clean as if I had just come out of the bathhouse, feeling refreshed all over my body.
Wearing an iconic purple robe, the person who came was the person who belonged to the dreamy sea of blood!
After these three people came in, they wandered around and looked at everyone's face and body. Wherever their eyes looked, the people in that direction felt as if they had been stripped naked in a world of ice and snow. Sen Han!
After looking around like this, he walked a few steps in and stood beside the big brazier, only then noticed that there were no empty tables, one of them frowned, and took the nearest table beside him He patted on the desktop, stretched out a finger, and pointed out the door!
The meaning is obvious: get out!
There are five people at this table, and they are the five burly men that Jun Moxie sent away; unexpectedly moving here, they will be kicked out again, which is a bad time. It was just five people who were straightforward, and acted more neatly. They cleared the table like a storm, and then bowed and walked out in a despondent manner. Disappeared in the snowstorm...
The faces of the three human kings looking at this dreamy sea of blood are quite ugly, who dares to touch their bad luck at this time? Isn't that courting death
Looking around the world, how many Chu Qihuns are there, no matter how many people there are, anyway, how many brothers are definitely not! Losing face is for sure, but definitely better than losing life!
The tavern fell silent instantly. The people at the tables who were talking about the Three Great Sacred Lands and Chu Qihun were now even more downcast, leaning over the table to eat and drink, but they didn't even dare to make a sound of chewing, honestly. It's like a third grader who meets his homeroom teacher...
"Wine! Vegetables! Pick it up, serve it quickly!" A purple-robed man sat down abruptly with a sullen face. Go down, seems to sigh.
Xiao Er quickly served the food and wine, and the three purple-robed men began to eat and drink, they were dull, and no one spoke. His demeanor was not too arrogant. But there is a kind of acting like no one else in his bones.
The hotel, which was still bustling just now, suddenly became silent. Everyone is silent. Chu Qihun slapped the Three Great Sacred Grounds in the face like this, these people are obviously out of anger, and whoever meets them will be unlucky. Everyone doesn't want to be that unlucky ghost.
We people don't have the strength of Chu Qihun, let alone the courage of Chu Qihun!
"Fantasy Sea of Blood... Really awesome." Jun Moxie chuckled. Mei Xueyan gave him a warning look, signaling him not to cause trouble. Now is not a good time to cause trouble.
"It seems that Chu Qihun must be nearby!" Jun Moxie said quietly.
Mei Xueyan remained calm, and said via voice transmission: "If we meet... shall we help? After all, we are the ones..."
Jun Moxie smiled noncommittally, but did not speak.
Very quiet, so quiet that you can hear the sound of heavy snow falling in the vast land outside the door, the sound of the rustling, the whistling of the north wind, getting closer and then far away in a burst, this small tavern full of people , It's as quiet as a ghost.
"Pa, pa, pa..." Outside, there were several loud and crisp sounds, as if thin bamboo poles were beating the hard ice surface, getting closer, extra heavy footsteps, and rather rapid panting The sound is also clearly audible.
The sound gradually approached, and finally, it came to the door.
As soon as the door curtain was lifted, a crutch was stretched in first, and he tapped the ground hard. With a cough, a person moved in with difficulty against his body covered in snowflakes. It wasn't until he came in with his whole body that everyone realized that this man had a wooden stick in his armpit. One leg dragged limply, and the person who came was actually a cripple.
His face was covered with wrinkles, and a thick white cloth was wrapped around his head, and it seemed that a little blood was still leaking out. The thick white cloth even covered one eye, as if he was blind in one eye. The exposed eye was full of pain, but there was a long and narrow package on his back.
Could it be that this person who looks so miserable is still a profound practitioner? Otherwise, how can we hurry in such bad weather
The man moved in with difficulty, and everyone watched. He coughed violently, his body shook, snowflakes fell on the ground under his feet, and some icy particles stuck to his body. He even put a hat on his head. The few strands of hair exposed in the gaps were frozen into icicles.
"Bring me a pot of shochu... ten steamed buns, and a plate of beef." The man was trembling from the cold, even his teeth were chattering, and tremblingly, he took out a few pieces of broken silver from his pocket. When he opened his mouth, everyone frowned. The sound was as unpleasant as the neck of a duck that hadn't drunk for seven or eight days.
Then he looked left and right, and there was no vacant seat to be found. He seemed to have no means of Young Master Jun and the man in the sea of blood. He could make the other table guests give up their seats to him, but he had other considerations, so he simply sat down in front of the brazier, breathed in his mouth, rubbed his hands vigorously, and greeted everyone with some embarrassment , said: "Hey... the weather is really cold..."
From the moment he came in, the three people from the dreamy sea of blood fixed their eyes on him and sized him up for a long time. One of them, with a square face and big ears, suddenly smiled and said softly, "My friend. Where did you come from? Why did it happen?" Are you in such a mess?"
"Ah, my lord, thanks for your inquiry, my little one... oh, I think it's a bad year, and in this snowy weather, I met a robber who robbed me..."
The lame man wanted to cry without tears and said: "The little one has been working hard for a whole year, and finally saved a few hundred taels of silver. I wanted to go home and have a good year... I didn't expect to be robbed when I walked to Rooster Mountain." It's gone... all the soft things on my body were looted, even the fur coats I bought for the mother-in-law and the child were robbed... the few hundred taels of silver..." Only these things left in the pocket of the coat Less than three taels of scattered silver... The worst thing is, the little one only said a few words to beg for mercy, the villain... the thief actually broke one of the villain's legs and one foot because of this, knowing that the world is hard to move on, and he doesn't care about it. I don't know if I can drag this miserable life home..."
"It's really too much..." The purple-robed man sighed, and said very sympathetically: "In recent years, desperadoes have become more and more rampant, and they all want to have a good year... However, those who were robbed by him , Why don’t you want to have a good year? Who doesn’t want to be reunited with their wives and children and be beautiful.”
"That's right." The cripple slapped his thigh, but hissed in pain, squeezed his one eye and said: "Those people really have no conscience!"
"Well, what does the person who robbed you look like?" the purple-robed man asked concerned. "Tell me, let's take precautions."
"I didn't see what that person looked like... all white, like a snowman suddenly came to life; I became like this after a few bangs... I tried to beg a few words for forgiveness, but was interrupted by that person My leg was broken, until I woke up, I didn't see what the thief looked like, even if I wanted to report it to the police, I couldn't tell the difference..." As he spoke, he even shed tears.
The purple-robed man said amiably: "However, it's always good to have a life left. It's better than being robbed and killed... It's a blessing in misfortune, friend, what do you think?"
The cripple looked dazed, and he let out a long sigh after a long time; at this time, the wine and steamed bun beef he asked for came up. He took a sip of the warm shochu, and suddenly lowered his head sadly, his shoulders trembled, and his vest The robes are also visible twitching, as if crying...
Dongfang Wenxin sighed, and said in a low voice: "It's really pitiful to use up a foot, and you will know that the world is difficult... San'er, such a poor person, if you can help, please help, you are quite rich, and you have a bribe. The money for the table is not enough to help others."
Jun Moxie has been sizing up the lame man calmly, he smiled and lowered his voice: "Mother, you have lost your sight, don't worry, this lame man is not pitiful at all, in this world, he is more pitiful than him Many people have left."
He said with a meaningful smile, and said: "Mother, just keep watching; there may be many people here who are worthy of pity, but they are definitely not cripples, who have lost one foot and know that the world will be difficult? But I don't know which one is not destined to go on the road of life tomorrow morning!"
Mei Xueyan smiled lightly, and said: "Mother, what Mo Xie said this time is right. You haven't seen that the three supreme masters of Dream Blood Sea have entered the small shop since they entered the shop. Just take a look? But why would they question this cripple in such a pleasant manner? They are beyond this level of mortal masters, why do they care about such a cripple?"
Dongfang Wen was stunned, and asked in surprise, "Could it be that the cripple is weird?"
Jun Moxie and Mei Xueyan laughed at the same time: "It's so weird..."
Both Mei Xueyan and Jun Moxie had super spiritual senses, and they had already sensed that something was wrong with the lame man. Ever since he came in, the two of them had noticed keenly. to have tea there.
Although they were not 100% sure, both of them guessed it: this cripple was probably the killer Supreme Chu Qihun!
A generation of supreme killers, an immortal legend that is being recited like a day...