Qiu Xiaoyu is a very strange person. Everyone in Fei Lingdu says that the most terrifying person is Fei Qiansong, because she is a devil in the clothes of an angel. However, Qiu Xiaoyu was the person who scared Fei Qiansong to the core.
Nie Qing glared at An Zheng and rushed back again, his body already bleeding profusely. Flying back in the next second was Fei Qiansong, stabbed in the heart, but it seemed that she reacted very quickly, and the stab almost missed her vital point, so it was not fatal. An Zheng didn't even look at it, but he finally left the house and found an iron kettle among the ruins. He carried the iron kettle to the well, removed the stone that was holding the well head, and put down the leaking bucket. Go get water.
An Zheng pointed at Nie Qing: "He is the one who cares about you. I don't care whether you die or not. To put it more plainly... is it none of my business?"
The legend is always so boring, the immortals are so busy, how can they have time to dance for ordinary people.
An Zheng stepped aside, walked to the table next to him and sat down. He looked at the teapot on the table and tested it with the back of his hand to see if it was still warm, so he poured himself a cup. It seemed as if the person who stood in the way just now wasn't him at all, but a passerby, no... worse than a passerby, because he didn't leave.
Fei Qiansong's eyes were confused: "You arrived when he first arrived? Otherwise, you wouldn't have remembered his name. You had obviously arrived a long time ago, why did you come in at this time?"
"It's none of that woman's business now. There's a bastard who almost beat my friend to death."
An Zheng glanced at Fei Qiansong: "I am not the man who will fight for you. I said I am not satisfied if I don't kill you. The reason why I came in after a while is because I was waiting for him..."
He turned around, not caring at all that Qiu Xiaoyu would take action against him when he turned around. He glanced at Fei Qiansong and saw deep emotion in Fei Qiansong's eyes.
When I first met Qiu Xiaoyu, I took Fei Qiansong there to talk about the beauty of the mountains. There is Biyue Lake at the foot of Qiucheng Mountain. Legend has it that when the moon is high, you can see immortals dancing in the lake.
An Zheng didn't even raise his eyebrows: "I don't accept it."
An Zheng poured himself some tea, took a sip, and then breathed out comfortably: "I'm very thirsty after fighting for most of the night. Although the tea is a little colder, it can at least soothe my throat... As for you, I won't wait until you die. My throat will feel more comfortable."
An Zheng smiled and walked out of the room.
An Zheng sighed, helped Nie Qing sit up, used the remaining water to make a cup of tea for Nie Qing and placed it next to him. Nie Qing shook his head with difficulty and said that he would not drink it. An Zheng said that the tea was good. Nie Qing raised his fingers with difficulty and pointed at the holes all over his body: "I dare not drink. I think I will turn into a shower head if I drink it."
She and Tan Shanse arrived a little late, and they didn't see the seriousness before the murder, but the seriousness after the murder. Qiu Xiaoyu sincerely arranged the body on the flat ground by the lake. The heart was at the position of the heart, the lungs were at the position of the lungs, the stomach was at the position of the stomach, and the intestines were arranged in circles according to their original arrangement. At this time, Tan Shanse didn't even want to disturb him. Tan Shanse said that it's too scary when a person is serious, but Qiu Xiaoyu is serious too often because he has killed too many people.
Fei Qiansong gritted his teeth and rushed out, while An Zheng sat there and continued to sip tea. The yard outside was destroyed, the house was destroyed, and soon after, only An Zheng's house in the entire manor was still in good condition, and the rest was razed to the ground. When three people of that level fought against each other, destroying an entire manor was nothing like destruction.
"You took action when I was about to die. Don't you think you're a bit of an asshole?"
The legend is always so boring, the immortals are so busy, how can they have time to dance for ordinary people.
An Zheng: "I'm not like that. I dismantle it more brutally."
"If you don't come, I will die."
An Zheng just felt sorry for Du Shoushou's money. When Du Shoushou bought it back at a bargain price, he even boasted to An Zheng and said he had made a profit. Now that the entire garden is gone, Du Shoushou doesn't know if he will explode with anger if he sees it.
When Fei Qiansong first saw Qiu Xiaoyu, he wasn't dancing, let alone watching an immortal dance. He was killing someone. Fei Qiansong has never seen a person who kills so seriously and neatly... yes, neatly.
"Not an asshole, not at all."
An Zheng didn't look at Fei Qiansong anymore. He lowered his head and looked at the tea in his hand: "You have entered this house, and I want to burn it down."
"The person who loves you thinks that your past can be forgotten or even ignored. If you say sorry to him, he will say it doesn't matter. You say sorry to me? You are not qualified... There are many people in this world who will not be forgiven. You are one of them. He will fight for you. The reason why I blocked him for a second is just because he is my friend."
Qiu Xiaoyu laughed: "Believe it or not, I demolished you? I demolish people much more gently than demolishing houses, and I do it neatly and orderly."
"Some trouble."
Fei Qiansong's smile froze because of these words, and she found that she could not escape the word fear in the end. No matter how powerful a woman is, she will feel fear when facing blood.
An Zheng just felt sorry for Du Shoushou's money. When Du Shoushou bought it back at a bargain price, he even boasted to An Zheng and said he had made a profit. Now that the entire garden is gone, Du Shoushou doesn't know if he will explode with anger if he sees it.
Qiu Xiaoyu kills people, and if he makes a mistake, he will feel uncomfortable for many days. In his opinion, the structure of human beings is so perfect, so of course the decomposition of human beings cannot be taken apart randomly. It should be based on the respective positions of the organs, even the texture of the muscles, and the flow direction of the blood vessels.
Nie Qing felt angrily that he was even more seriously injured.
After pouring water to make tea, and then waiting for the water temperature to drop a little, Nie Qing, who could no longer move, flew over and knocked the kettle away, knocking over the teacup as well.
She and Tan Shanse arrived a little late, and they didn't see the seriousness before the murder, but the seriousness after the murder. Qiu Xiaoyu sincerely arranged the body on the flat ground by the lake. The heart was at the position of the heart, the lungs were at the position of the lungs, the stomach was at the position of the stomach, and the intestines were arranged in circles according to their original arrangement. At this time, Tan Shanse didn't even want to disturb him. Tan Shanse said that it's too scary when a person is serious, but Qiu Xiaoyu is serious too often because he has killed too many people.
But he didn't talk to Qiu Xiaoyu because he hated this serious-looking guy from the bottom of his heart.
With a bang, Nie Qing's body crashed through the door and flew back. He seemed to have been stabbed in the shoulder, and the blood stained his shoulder red. Nie Qing stood up and rushed back like an enraged beast. A few seconds later, it was smashed back again.
An Zheng pointed at Nie Qing: "He is the one who cares about you. I don't care whether you die or not. To put it more plainly... is it none of my business?"
"Why don't you take action?"
Fei Qiansong's smile froze because of these words, and she found that she could not escape the word fear in the end. No matter how powerful a woman is, she will feel fear when facing blood.
Fei Qiansong was stunned. She didn't expect that it would be him standing in front of her.
"You took action when I was about to die. Don't you think you're a bit of an asshole?"
With a bang, Nie Qing's body crashed through the door and flew back. He seemed to have been stabbed in the shoulder, and the blood stained his shoulder red. Nie Qing stood up and rushed back like an enraged beast. A few seconds later, it was smashed back again.
An Zheng: "Fight well and stay out of other people's business."
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "Come on."
Fei Qiansong looked at Qiu Xiaoyu and smiled without fear: "Are you thinking about where to start?"
Nie Qing flew back again and landed at An Zheng's feet. An Zheng glanced at him and said, "Look, you still have breath. Continue."
Fei Qiansong snorted: "Trouble, if you don't come, I will."
"You don't have to think about it... I have killed too many people and it has become a habit. I don't need to think about where to strike. Although women are more complicated than men, I have not killed just one woman."
"Women should try not to get involved in fights. It's not elegant to pull out your hair and tear your clothes. Especially for a woman who has a man of her own. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if she rushed into a fight by herself?"
"You don't have to think about it... I have killed too many people and it has become a habit. I don't need to think about where to strike. Although women are more complicated than men, I have not killed just one woman."
In the yard, Fei Qiansong had fallen to the ground, his body soaked in blood. She fell there and her body was twitching continuously. It was the performance before death. The body's reaction had nothing to do with consciousness and thinking. An Zheng didn't care, not at all, but he still threw the bottle of pills away.
An Zheng answered simply and directly: "It's a matter of principle."
An Zheng just felt sorry for Du Shoushou's money. When Du Shoushou bought it back at a bargain price, he even boasted to An Zheng and said he had made a profit. Now that the entire garden is gone, Du Shoushou doesn't know if he will explode with anger if he sees it.
An Zheng pointed at Nie Qing: "He is the one who cares about you. I don't care whether you die or not. To put it more plainly... is it none of my business?"
An Zheng stood in front of Fei Qiansong, without looking back, but looked at Qiu Xiaoyu.
After pouring water to make tea, and then waiting for the water temperature to drop a little, Nie Qing, who could no longer move, flew over and knocked the kettle away, knocking over the teacup as well.
Qiu Xiaoyu said with some embarrassment: "I was just thinking about how to take you back... The Lord said, I must take you back. You also know my rules for killing people. After killing you, I can't even put it together completely. It’s not difficult. It’s a little more difficult to put you together and bring you back thousands of miles away. What’s more difficult is, does the Lord want to bring you back as a whole or as a whole?”
He turned around, not caring at all that Qiu Xiaoyu would take action against him when he turned around. He glanced at Fei Qiansong and saw deep emotion in Fei Qiansong's eyes.
"What does it matter if I arrive early or not?"
He walked up to Qiu Xiaoyu, who didn't even have a drop of blood on his body, and looked around: "Demolishing other people's houses, you have gone too far."
"Not an asshole, not at all."
After pouring water to make tea, and then waiting for the water temperature to drop a little, Nie Qing, who could no longer move, flew over and knocked the kettle away, knocking over the teacup as well.
Fei Qiansong's smile froze because of these words, and she found that she could not escape the word fear in the end. No matter how powerful a woman is, she will feel fear when facing blood.
An Zheng didn't look at Fei Qiansong anymore. He lowered his head and looked at the tea in his hand: "You have entered this house, and I want to burn it down."
"What does it matter if I arrive early or not?"
But he didn't talk to Qiu Xiaoyu because he hated this serious-looking guy from the bottom of his heart.
An Zheng stepped aside, walked to the table next to him and sat down. He looked at the teapot on the table and tested it with the back of his hand to see if it was still warm, so he poured himself a cup. It seemed as if the person who stood in the way just now wasn't him at all, but a passerby, no... worse than a passerby, because he didn't leave.
"Some trouble."
Fei Qiansong was stunned. She didn't expect that it would be him standing in front of her.
Nie Qing pointed outside: "Go out and fight. The house is very clean."
Qiu Xiaoyu stood there: "Especially, I am stronger now than before. In the past, killing people was arranged according to their organs, but now they like to restore every shred of flesh. Peel it off one by one, one by one. Recover... I think the Lord doesn’t want to see you like that.”
Qiu Xiaoyu said with some embarrassment: "I was just thinking about how to take you back... The Lord said, I must take you back. You also know my rules for killing people. After killing you, I can't even put it together completely. It’s not difficult. It’s a little more difficult to put you together and bring you back thousands of miles away. What’s more difficult is, does the Lord want to bring you back as a whole or as a whole?”
An Zheng didn't look at Fei Qiansong anymore. He lowered his head and looked at the tea in his hand: "You have entered this house, and I want to burn it down."
"have."
Fei Qiansong snorted: "Trouble, if you don't come, I will."
Fei Qiansong's smile froze because of these words, and she found that she could not escape the word fear in the end. No matter how powerful a woman is, she will feel fear when facing blood.
"Women should try not to get involved in fights. It's not elegant to pull out your hair and tear your clothes. Especially for a woman who has a man of her own. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if she rushed into a fight by herself?"
Nie Qing flew back again and landed at An Zheng's feet. An Zheng glanced at him and said, "Look, you still have breath. Continue."
"What does it matter if I arrive early or not?"
"You don't have to think about it... I have killed too many people and it has become a habit. I don't need to think about where to strike. Although women are more complicated than men, I have not killed just one woman."
"interesting?"
She rushed forward, and at this moment, a black shadow passed over and blocked Fei Qiansong. The man was tall and big, but not as burly as an ox. He was that kind of slender and muscular, and when he stood in front of her, he was like a mountain, like a world.
An Zheng just felt sorry for Du Shoushou's money. When Du Shoushou bought it back at a bargain price, he even boasted to An Zheng and said he had made a profit. Now that the entire garden is gone, Du Shoushou doesn't know if he will explode with anger if he sees it.
After pouring water to make tea, and then waiting for the water temperature to drop a little, Nie Qing, who could no longer move, flew over and knocked the kettle away, knocking over the teacup as well.
After pouring water to make tea, and then waiting for the water temperature to drop a little, Nie Qing, who could no longer move, flew over and knocked the kettle away, knocking over the teacup as well.
"You don't have to think about it... I have killed too many people and it has become a habit. I don't need to think about where to strike. Although women are more complicated than men, I have not killed just one woman."
Nie Qing flew back again and landed at An Zheng's feet. An Zheng glanced at him and said, "Look, you still have breath. Continue."
He finally filled the kettle, then walked aside and picked up a broken window to use as firewood to light the water. When almost everything nearby was demolished, he finally boiled the water, opened the door and returned to the house. In fact, the windows and half of the wall were gone. He actually opened the door seriously and walked back.
An Zheng glanced at Fei Qiansong: "I am not the man who will fight for you. I said I am not satisfied if I don't kill you. The reason why I came in after a while is because I was waiting for him..."
When Fei Qiansong first saw Qiu Xiaoyu, he wasn't dancing, let alone watching an immortal dance. He was killing someone. Fei Qiansong has never seen a person who kills so seriously and neatly... yes, neatly.
Fei Qiansong was stunned. She didn't expect that it would be him standing in front of her.
An Zheng: "Fight well and stay out of other people's business."
An Zheng pointed at Nie Qing: "That guy named Saury, if you want to fight, fight with a man."
Fei Qiansong looked at Qiu Xiaoyu and smiled without fear: "Are you thinking about where to start?"
An Zheng replied as he walked: "If I take action while you can still fight, it goes against my principles, because you are fighting for her. If I take action, wouldn't I be helping you fight for her? Now that you can't fight, I Come on, I’m fighting for you, not for her.”
When I first met Qiu Xiaoyu, I took Fei Qiansong there to talk about the beauty of the mountains. There is Biyue Lake at the foot of Qiucheng Mountain. Legend has it that when the moon is high, you can see immortals dancing in the lake.
An Zheng pointed at Nie Qing: "That guy named Saury, if you want to fight, fight with a man."
An Zheng stood in front of Fei Qiansong, without looking back, but looked at Qiu Xiaoyu.
Nie Qing's dying breath fell not far away from him, and he forced himself to look at An Zheng: "Can't you fucking repair the bucket too?"
After pouring water to make tea, and then waiting for the water temperature to drop a little, Nie Qing, who could no longer move, flew over and knocked the kettle away, knocking over the teacup as well.
An Zheng: "Fight well and stay out of other people's business."
But he didn't talk to Qiu Xiaoyu because he hated this serious-looking guy from the bottom of his heart.
"It's none of that woman's business now. There's a bastard who almost beat my friend to death."
An Zheng: "Fight well and stay out of other people's business."
Qiu Xiaoyu nodded: "Okay."
Nie Qing pointed outside: "Go out and fight. The house is very clean."
But he didn't talk to Qiu Xiaoyu because he hated this serious-looking guy from the bottom of his heart.
Fei Qiansong snorted: "Trouble, if you don't come, I will."
"Women should try not to get involved in fights. It's not elegant to pull out your hair and tear your clothes. Especially for a woman who has a man of her own. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if she rushed into a fight by herself?"
The fighting on one side was extremely brutal, as if it was devastating. People who stayed away from the incident discovered that the bucket leaked too badly, and only a little water was left every time. He took the trouble to put down the bucket again and again, and poured it into the kettle bit by bit, clumsily like an idiot.
Qiu Xiaoyu stood there: "Especially, I am stronger now than before. In the past, killing people was arranged according to their organs, but now they like to restore every shred of flesh. Peel it off one by one, one by one. Recover... I think the Lord doesn’t want to see you like that.”
"have."
He turned around, not caring at all that Qiu Xiaoyu would take action against him when he turned around. He glanced at Fei Qiansong and saw deep emotion in Fei Qiansong's eyes.
"If you don't come, I will die."
"Oh, you misunderstood. I will not fight for you. If I don't kill you, I have already touched my bottom line."
"Oh, you misunderstood. I will not fight for you. If I don't kill you, I have already touched my bottom line."
"Oh, you misunderstood. I will not fight for you. If I don't kill you, I have already touched my bottom line."
"have."
Fei Qiansong was like falling into an ice cave, standing there, his shoulders were trembling.
"Oh, you misunderstood. I will not fight for you. If I don't kill you, I have already touched my bottom line."
"Oh, you misunderstood. I will not fight for you. If I don't kill you, I have already touched my bottom line."
Qiu Xiaoyu laughed: "Believe it or not, I demolished you? I demolish people much more gently than demolishing houses, and I do it neatly and orderly."
In the yard, Fei Qiansong had fallen to the ground, his body soaked in blood. She fell there and her body was twitching continuously. It was the performance before death. The body's reaction had nothing to do with consciousness and thinking. An Zheng didn't care, not at all, but he still threw the bottle of pills away.
An Zheng replied as he walked: "If I take action while you can still fight, it goes against my principles, because you are fighting for her. If I take action, wouldn't I be helping you fight for her? Now that you can't fight, I Come on, I’m fighting for you, not for her.”
Fei Qiansong's smile froze because of these words, and she found that she could not escape the word fear in the end. No matter how powerful a woman is, she will feel fear when facing blood.
"What does it matter if I arrive early or not?"
Fei Qiansong was like falling into an ice cave, standing there, his shoulders were trembling.
An Zheng stepped aside, walked to the table next to him and sat down. He looked at the teapot on the table and tested it with the back of his hand to see if it was still warm, so he poured himself a cup. It seemed as if the person who stood in the way just now wasn't him at all, but a passerby, no... worse than a passerby, because he didn't leave.
But he didn't talk to Qiu Xiaoyu because he hated this serious-looking guy from the bottom of his heart.
He walked up to Qiu Xiaoyu, who didn't even have a drop of blood on his body, and looked around: "Demolishing other people's houses, you have gone too far."
Fei Qiansong's eyes were confused: "You arrived when he first arrived? Otherwise, you wouldn't have remembered his name. You had obviously arrived a long time ago, why did you come in at this time?"
"The person who loves you thinks that your past can be forgotten or even ignored. If you say sorry to him, he will say it doesn't matter. You say sorry to me? You are not qualified... There are many people in this world who will not be forgiven. You are one of them. He will fight for you. The reason why I blocked him for a second is just because he is my friend."
Nie Qing felt angrily that he was even more seriously injured.
An Zheng sighed, helped Nie Qing sit up, used the remaining water to make a cup of tea for Nie Qing and placed it next to him. Nie Qing shook his head with difficulty and said that he would not drink it. An Zheng said that the tea was good. Nie Qing raised his fingers with difficulty and pointed at the holes all over his body: "I dare not drink. I think I will turn into a shower head if I drink it."
When An Zheng got out of the way, Nie Qing came in from the window and stood in front of Fei Qiansong.
"Why don't you take action?"
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "Come on."
"If you don't come, I will die."
An Zheng pointed at Nie Qing: "That guy named Saury, if you want to fight, fight with a man."
With a bang, Nie Qing's body crashed through the door and flew back. He seemed to have been stabbed in the shoulder, and the blood stained his shoulder red. Nie Qing stood up and rushed back like an enraged beast. A few seconds later, it was smashed back again.
An Zheng smiled and walked out of the room.
An Zheng stood in front of Fei Qiansong, without looking back, but looked at Qiu Xiaoyu.
Nie Qing's dying breath fell not far away from him, and he forced himself to look at An Zheng: "Can't you fucking repair the bucket too?"
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "Come on."
Fei Qiansong's eyes were confused: "You arrived when he first arrived? Otherwise, you wouldn't have remembered his name. You had obviously arrived a long time ago, why did you come in at this time?"
"Are we friends!"
An Zheng replied as he walked: "If I take action while you can still fight, it goes against my principles, because you are fighting for her. If I take action, wouldn't I be helping you fight for her? Now that you can't fight, I Come on, I’m fighting for you, not for her.”
"What does it matter if I arrive early or not?"
An Zheng was indifferent, as if he didn't see it at all.
"The person who loves you thinks that your past can be forgotten or even ignored. If you say sorry to him, he will say it doesn't matter. You say sorry to me? You are not qualified... There are many people in this world who will not be forgiven. You are one of them. He will fight for you. The reason why I blocked him for a second is just because he is my friend."
"Women should try not to get involved in fights. It's not elegant to pull out your hair and tear your clothes. Especially for a woman who has a man of her own. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if she rushed into a fight by herself?"
An Zheng glanced at Fei Qiansong: "I am not the man who will fight for you. I said I am not satisfied if I don't kill you. The reason why I came in after a while is because I was waiting for him..."
"The person who loves you thinks that your past can be forgotten or even ignored. If you say sorry to him, he will say it doesn't matter. You say sorry to me? You are not qualified... There are many people in this world who will not be forgiven. You are one of them. He will fight for you. The reason why I blocked him for a second is just because he is my friend."
An Zheng sighed, helped Nie Qing sit up, used the remaining water to make a cup of tea for Nie Qing and placed it next to him. Nie Qing shook his head with difficulty and said that he would not drink it. An Zheng said that the tea was good. Nie Qing raised his fingers with difficulty and pointed at the holes all over his body: "I dare not drink. I think I will turn into a shower head if I drink it."
"Some trouble."
Fei Qiansong's eyes were confused: "You arrived when he first arrived? Otherwise, you wouldn't have remembered his name. You had obviously arrived a long time ago, why did you come in at this time?"
An Zheng: "I'm not like that. I dismantle it more brutally."
After finally feeling that it was almost done, he picked up the kettle and found that it was also leaking. The moment he picked it up, the water flowed out like a sculpture that squirts water from a child's penis. An Zheng sighed and touched it with his fingers. The hot temperature melted and blocked the leak in the iron kettle, and then he took the trouble to fetch water again.
Fei Qiansong gritted his teeth and rushed out, while An Zheng sat there and continued to sip tea. The yard outside was destroyed, the house was destroyed, and soon after, only An Zheng's house in the entire manor was still in good condition, and the rest was razed to the ground. When three people of that level fought against each other, destroying an entire manor was nothing like destruction.
An Zheng pointed at Nie Qing: "He is the one who cares about you. I don't care whether you die or not. To put it more plainly... is it none of my business?"
An Zheng stepped aside, walked to the table next to him and sat down. He looked at the teapot on the table and tested it with the back of his hand to see if it was still warm, so he poured himself a cup. It seemed as if the person who stood in the way just now wasn't him at all, but a passerby, no... worse than a passerby, because he didn't leave.
An Zheng stepped aside, walked to the table next to him and sat down. He looked at the teapot on the table and tested it with the back of his hand to see if it was still warm, so he poured himself a cup. It seemed as if the person who stood in the way just now wasn't him at all, but a passerby, no... worse than a passerby, because he didn't leave.
"have."
Fei Qiansong stood in the room feeling a little embarrassed. She looked at An Zheng and after holding it in for a long time, she said three words: "I'm sorry."
An Zheng: "Fight well and stay out of other people's business."
"have."
"interesting?"
An Zheng poured himself some tea, took a sip, and then breathed out comfortably: "I'm very thirsty after fighting for most of the night. Although the tea is a little colder, it can at least soothe my throat... As for you, I won't wait until you die. My throat will feel more comfortable."
An Zheng poured himself some tea, took a sip, and then breathed out comfortably: "I'm very thirsty after fighting for most of the night. Although the tea is a little colder, it can at least soothe my throat... As for you, I won't wait until you die. My throat will feel more comfortable."
Nie Qing asked weakly from behind him: "Why are you willing to take action now?"
An Zheng glanced at Fei Qiansong: "I am not the man who will fight for you. I said I am not satisfied if I don't kill you. The reason why I came in after a while is because I was waiting for him..."
Fei Qiansong was like falling into an ice cave, standing there, his shoulders were trembling.
Qiu Xiaoyu laughed: "Believe it or not, I demolished you? I demolish people much more gently than demolishing houses, and I do it neatly and orderly."
Fei Qiansong looked at Qiu Xiaoyu and smiled without fear: "Are you thinking about where to start?"
Fei Qiansong gritted his teeth and rushed out, while An Zheng sat there and continued to sip tea. The yard outside was destroyed, the house was destroyed, and soon after, only An Zheng's house in the entire manor was still in good condition, and the rest was razed to the ground. When three people of that level fought against each other, destroying an entire manor was nothing like destruction.
An Zheng stood in front of Fei Qiansong, without looking back, but looked at Qiu Xiaoyu.
Fei Qiansong's expression kept changing, and he felt that his face was burning, as if he had been slapped hard by An Zheng. It was at this moment that she suddenly realized that she was actually a person who could only feel comfortable if others died, and even relieve her hatred.
An Zheng sighed, helped Nie Qing sit up, used the remaining water to make a cup of tea for Nie Qing and placed it next to him. Nie Qing shook his head with difficulty and said that he would not drink it. An Zheng said that the tea was good. Nie Qing raised his fingers with difficulty and pointed at the holes all over his body: "I dare not drink. I think I will turn into a shower head if I drink it."
Qiu Xiaoyu kills people, and if he makes a mistake, he will feel uncomfortable for many days. In his opinion, the structure of human beings is so perfect, so of course the decomposition of human beings cannot be taken apart randomly. It should be based on the respective positions of the organs, even the texture of the muscles, and the flow direction of the blood vessels.
Fei Qiansong looked at Qiu Xiaoyu and smiled without fear: "Are you thinking about where to start?"
An Zheng: "I'm not like that. I dismantle it more brutally."
"Not an asshole, not at all."
An Zheng didn't look at Fei Qiansong anymore. He lowered his head and looked at the tea in his hand: "You have entered this house, and I want to burn it down."
Fei Qiansong's eyes were confused: "You arrived when he first arrived? Otherwise, you wouldn't have remembered his name. You had obviously arrived a long time ago, why did you come in at this time?"
In the yard, Fei Qiansong had fallen to the ground, his body soaked in blood. She fell there and her body was twitching continuously. It was the performance before death. The body's reaction had nothing to do with consciousness and thinking. An Zheng didn't care, not at all, but he still threw the bottle of pills away.
Nie Qing pointed outside: "Go out and fight. The house is very clean."
Fei Qiansong gritted his teeth and rushed out, while An Zheng sat there and continued to sip tea. The yard outside was destroyed, the house was destroyed, and soon after, only An Zheng's house in the entire manor was still in good condition, and the rest was razed to the ground. When three people of that level fought against each other, destroying an entire manor was nothing like destruction.
Fei Qiansong stood in the room feeling a little embarrassed. She looked at An Zheng and after holding it in for a long time, she said three words: "I'm sorry."
The legend is always so boring, the immortals are so busy, how can they have time to dance for ordinary people.
When I first met Qiu Xiaoyu, I took Fei Qiansong there to talk about the beauty of the mountains. There is Biyue Lake at the foot of Qiucheng Mountain. Legend has it that when the moon is high, you can see immortals dancing in the lake.
"You took action when I was about to die. Don't you think you're a bit of an asshole?"
An Zheng didn't even raise his eyebrows: "I don't accept it."
"Women should try not to get involved in fights. It's not elegant to pull out your hair and tear your clothes. Especially for a woman who has a man of her own. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if she rushed into a fight by herself?"
Qiu Xiaoyu nodded: "Okay."
Fei Qiansong gritted his teeth and rushed out, while An Zheng sat there and continued to sip tea. The yard outside was destroyed, the house was destroyed, and soon after, only An Zheng's house in the entire manor was still in good condition, and the rest was razed to the ground. When three people of that level fought against each other, destroying an entire manor was nothing like destruction.
Nie Qing asked weakly from behind him: "Why are you willing to take action now?"
Fei Qiansong looked at Qiu Xiaoyu and smiled without fear: "Are you thinking about where to start?"
An Zheng was indifferent, as if he didn't see it at all.
Nie Qing flew back again and landed at An Zheng's feet. An Zheng glanced at him and said, "Look, you still have breath. Continue."
"Are we friends!"
The two men rushed out at the same time, smashing the window. An Zheng sighed, thinking to himself: Who the hell does this person care about the house
Fei Qiansong gritted his teeth and rushed out, while An Zheng sat there and continued to sip tea. The yard outside was destroyed, the house was destroyed, and soon after, only An Zheng's house in the entire manor was still in good condition, and the rest was razed to the ground. When three people of that level fought against each other, destroying an entire manor was nothing like destruction.
Nie Qing asked weakly from behind him: "Why are you willing to take action now?"
"If you don't come, I will die."
Fei Qiansong's expression kept changing, and he felt that his face was burning, as if he had been slapped hard by An Zheng. It was at this moment that she suddenly realized that she was actually a person who could only feel comfortable if others died, and even relieve her hatred.
Fei Qiansong's smile froze because of these words, and she found that she could not escape the word fear in the end. No matter how powerful a woman is, she will feel fear when facing blood.
In the yard, Fei Qiansong had fallen to the ground, his body soaked in blood. She fell there and her body was twitching continuously. It was the performance before death. The body's reaction had nothing to do with consciousness and thinking. An Zheng didn't care, not at all, but he still threw the bottle of pills away.
Fei Qiansong stood in the room feeling a little embarrassed. She looked at An Zheng and after holding it in for a long time, she said three words: "I'm sorry."
An Zheng: "Fight well and stay out of other people's business."
He walked up to Qiu Xiaoyu, who didn't even have a drop of blood on his body, and looked around: "Demolishing other people's houses, you have gone too far."
An Zheng didn't even raise his eyebrows: "I don't accept it."
An Zheng poured himself some tea, took a sip, and then breathed out comfortably: "I'm very thirsty after fighting for most of the night. Although the tea is a little colder, it can at least soothe my throat... As for you, I won't wait until you die. My throat will feel more comfortable."
In the yard, Fei Qiansong had fallen to the ground, his body soaked in blood. She fell there and her body was twitching continuously. It was the performance before death. The body's reaction had nothing to do with consciousness and thinking. An Zheng didn't care, not at all, but he still threw the bottle of pills away.
But he didn't talk to Qiu Xiaoyu because he hated this serious-looking guy from the bottom of his heart.
An Zheng didn't even raise his eyebrows: "I don't accept it."
"The person who loves you thinks that your past can be forgotten or even ignored. If you say sorry to him, he will say it doesn't matter. You say sorry to me? You are not qualified... There are many people in this world who will not be forgiven. You are one of them. He will fight for you. The reason why I blocked him for a second is just because he is my friend."
After finally feeling that it was almost done, he picked up the kettle and found that it was also leaking. The moment he picked it up, the water flowed out like a sculpture that squirts water from a child's penis. An Zheng sighed and touched it with his fingers. The hot temperature melted and blocked the leak in the iron kettle, and then he took the trouble to fetch water again.
"You don't have to think about it... I have killed too many people and it has become a habit. I don't need to think about where to strike. Although women are more complicated than men, I have not killed just one woman."
An Zheng didn't even raise his eyebrows: "I don't accept it."
Nie Qing pointed outside: "Go out and fight. The house is very clean."
An Zheng didn't look at Fei Qiansong anymore. He lowered his head and looked at the tea in his hand: "You have entered this house, and I want to burn it down."
Nie Qing's dying breath fell not far away from him, and he forced himself to look at An Zheng: "Can't you fucking repair the bucket too?"
"Not an asshole, not at all."
"Some trouble."
Fei Qiansong was stunned. She didn't expect that it would be him standing in front of her.
Fei Qiansong was like falling into an ice cave, standing there, his shoulders were trembling.
An Zheng didn't even raise his eyebrows: "I don't accept it."
Fei Qiansong's smile froze because of these words, and she found that she could not escape the word fear in the end. No matter how powerful a woman is, she will feel fear when facing blood.
The fighting on one side was extremely brutal, as if it was devastating. People who stayed away from the incident discovered that the bucket leaked too badly, and only a little water was left every time. He took the trouble to put down the bucket again and again, and poured it into the kettle bit by bit, clumsily like an idiot.
After pouring water to make tea, and then waiting for the water temperature to drop a little, Nie Qing, who could no longer move, flew over and knocked the kettle away, knocking over the teacup as well.
Fei Qiansong was stunned. She didn't expect that it would be him standing in front of her.
When Fei Qiansong first saw Qiu Xiaoyu, he wasn't dancing, let alone watching an immortal dance. He was killing someone. Fei Qiansong has never seen a person who kills so seriously and neatly... yes, neatly.
With a bang, Nie Qing's body crashed through the door and flew back. He seemed to have been stabbed in the shoulder, and the blood stained his shoulder red. Nie Qing stood up and rushed back like an enraged beast. A few seconds later, it was smashed back again.
An Zheng replied as he walked: "If I take action while you can still fight, it goes against my principles, because you are fighting for her. If I take action, wouldn't I be helping you fight for her? Now that you can't fight, I Come on, I’m fighting for you, not for her.”
When An Zheng got out of the way, Nie Qing came in from the window and stood in front of Fei Qiansong.
"You took action when I was about to die. Don't you think you're a bit of an asshole?"
An Zheng smiled and walked out of the room.
An Zheng pointed at Nie Qing: "He is the one who cares about you. I don't care whether you die or not. To put it more plainly... is it none of my business?"
After finally feeling that it was almost done, he picked up the kettle and found that it was also leaking. The moment he picked it up, the water flowed out like a sculpture that squirts water from a child's penis. An Zheng sighed and touched it with his fingers. The hot temperature melted and blocked the leak in the iron kettle, and then he took the trouble to fetch water again.
Nie Qing flew back again and landed at An Zheng's feet. An Zheng glanced at him and said, "Look, you still have breath. Continue."
The fighting on one side was extremely brutal, as if it was devastating. People who stayed away from the incident discovered that the bucket leaked too badly, and only a little water was left every time. He took the trouble to put down the bucket again and again, and poured it into the kettle bit by bit, clumsily like an idiot.
An Zheng was indifferent, as if he didn't see it at all.
Fei Qiansong's expression kept changing, and he felt that his face was burning, as if he had been slapped hard by An Zheng. It was at this moment that she suddenly realized that she was actually a person who could only feel comfortable if others died, and even relieve her hatred.
Qiu Xiaoyu laughed: "Believe it or not, I demolished you? I demolish people much more gently than demolishing houses, and I do it neatly and orderly."
An Zheng pointed at Nie Qing: "He is the one who cares about you. I don't care whether you die or not. To put it more plainly... is it none of my business?"
An Zheng pointed at Nie Qing: "That guy named Saury, if you want to fight, fight with a man."
Fei Qiansong looked at Qiu Xiaoyu and smiled without fear: "Are you thinking about where to start?"
Fei Qiansong gritted his teeth and rushed out, while An Zheng sat there and continued to sip tea. The yard outside was destroyed, the house was destroyed, and soon after, only An Zheng's house in the entire manor was still in good condition, and the rest was razed to the ground. When three people of that level fought against each other, destroying an entire manor was nothing like destruction.
"You took action when I was about to die. Don't you think you're a bit of an asshole?"
He finally filled the kettle, then walked aside and picked up a broken window to use as firewood to light the water. When almost everything nearby was demolished, he finally boiled the water, opened the door and returned to the house. In fact, the windows and half of the wall were gone. He actually opened the door seriously and walked back.
After finally feeling that it was almost done, he picked up the kettle and found that it was also leaking. The moment he picked it up, the water flowed out like a sculpture that squirts water from a child's penis. An Zheng sighed and touched it with his fingers. The hot temperature melted and blocked the leak in the iron kettle, and then he took the trouble to fetch water again.
An Zheng just felt sorry for Du Shoushou's money. When Du Shoushou bought it back at a bargain price, he even boasted to An Zheng and said he had made a profit. Now that the entire garden is gone, Du Shoushou doesn't know if he will explode with anger if he sees it.
"If you don't come, I will die."
An Zheng stepped aside, walked to the table next to him and sat down. He looked at the teapot on the table and tested it with the back of his hand to see if it was still warm, so he poured himself a cup. It seemed as if the person who stood in the way just now wasn't him at all, but a passerby, no... worse than a passerby, because he didn't leave.
An Zheng stepped aside, walked to the table next to him and sat down. He looked at the teapot on the table and tested it with the back of his hand to see if it was still warm, so he poured himself a cup. It seemed as if the person who stood in the way just now wasn't him at all, but a passerby, no... worse than a passerby, because he didn't leave.
Qiu Xiaoyu kills people, and if he makes a mistake, he will feel uncomfortable for many days. In his opinion, the structure of human beings is so perfect, so of course the decomposition of human beings cannot be taken apart randomly. It should be based on the respective positions of the organs, even the texture of the muscles, and the flow direction of the blood vessels.
Qiu Xiaoyu stood there: "Especially, I am stronger now than before. In the past, killing people was arranged according to their organs, but now they like to restore every shred of flesh. Peel it off one by one, one by one. Recover... I think the Lord doesn’t want to see you like that.”
Fei Qiansong was stunned. She didn't expect that it would be him standing in front of her.
An Zheng pointed at Nie Qing: "That guy named Saury, if you want to fight, fight with a man."
After finally feeling that it was almost done, he picked up the kettle and found that it was also leaking. The moment he picked it up, the water flowed out like a sculpture that squirts water from a child's penis. An Zheng sighed and touched it with his fingers. The hot temperature melted and blocked the leak in the iron kettle, and then he took the trouble to fetch water again.
"If you don't come, I will die."
Fei Qiansong snorted: "Trouble, if you don't come, I will."
"The person who loves you thinks that your past can be forgotten or even ignored. If you say sorry to him, he will say it doesn't matter. You say sorry to me? You are not qualified... There are many people in this world who will not be forgiven. You are one of them. He will fight for you. The reason why I blocked him for a second is just because he is my friend."
Nie Qing flew back again and landed at An Zheng's feet. An Zheng glanced at him and said, "Look, you still have breath. Continue."
"Why don't you take action?"
Fei Qiansong was like falling into an ice cave, standing there, his shoulders were trembling.
An Zheng didn't even raise his eyebrows: "I don't accept it."
"Are we friends!"
An Zheng poured himself some tea, took a sip, and then breathed out comfortably: "I'm very thirsty after fighting for most of the night. Although the tea is a little colder, it can at least soothe my throat... As for you, I won't wait until you die. My throat will feel more comfortable."
When Fei Qiansong first saw Qiu Xiaoyu, he wasn't dancing, let alone watching an immortal dance. He was killing someone. Fei Qiansong has never seen a person who kills so seriously and neatly... yes, neatly.
"It's a friend, but you are fighting for your woman."
"It's a friend, but you are fighting for your woman."
An Zheng didn't even raise his eyebrows: "I don't accept it."
He walked up to Qiu Xiaoyu, who didn't even have a drop of blood on his body, and looked around: "Demolishing other people's houses, you have gone too far."
Fei Qiansong was stunned. She didn't expect that it would be him standing in front of her.
An Zheng stepped aside, walked to the table next to him and sat down. He looked at the teapot on the table and tested it with the back of his hand to see if it was still warm, so he poured himself a cup. It seemed as if the person who stood in the way just now wasn't him at all, but a passerby, no... worse than a passerby, because he didn't leave.
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "Come on."
An Zheng poured himself some tea, took a sip, and then breathed out comfortably: "I'm very thirsty after fighting for most of the night. Although the tea is a little colder, it can at least soothe my throat... As for you, I won't wait until you die. My throat will feel more comfortable."
Fei Qiansong snorted: "Trouble, if you don't come, I will."
Qiu Xiaoyu laughed: "Believe it or not, I demolished you? I demolish people much more gently than demolishing houses, and I do it neatly and orderly."
Nie Qing glared at An Zheng and rushed back again, his body already bleeding profusely. Flying back in the next second was Fei Qiansong, stabbed in the heart, but it seemed that she reacted very quickly, and the stab almost missed her vital point, so it was not fatal. An Zheng didn't even look at it, but he finally left the house and found an iron kettle among the ruins. He carried the iron kettle to the well, removed the stone that was holding the well head, and put down the leaking bucket. Go get water.
Nie Qing glared at An Zheng and rushed back again, his body already bleeding profusely. Flying back in the next second was Fei Qiansong, stabbed in the heart, but it seemed that she reacted very quickly, and the stab almost missed her vital point, so it was not fatal. An Zheng didn't even look at it, but he finally left the house and found an iron kettle among the ruins. He carried the iron kettle to the well, removed the stone that was holding the well head, and put down the leaking bucket. Go get water.
"You don't have to think about it... I have killed too many people and it has become a habit. I don't need to think about where to strike. Although women are more complicated than men, I have not killed just one woman."
An Zheng sighed, helped Nie Qing sit up, used the remaining water to make a cup of tea for Nie Qing and placed it next to him. Nie Qing shook his head with difficulty and said that he would not drink it. An Zheng said that the tea was good. Nie Qing raised his fingers with difficulty and pointed at the holes all over his body: "I dare not drink. I think I will turn into a shower head if I drink it."
"Not an asshole, not at all."
The fighting on one side was extremely brutal, as if it was devastating. People who stayed away from the incident discovered that the bucket leaked too badly, and only a little water was left every time. He took the trouble to put down the bucket again and again, and poured it into the kettle bit by bit, clumsily like an idiot.
"You don't have to think about it... I have killed too many people and it has become a habit. I don't need to think about where to strike. Although women are more complicated than men, I have not killed just one woman."
Nie Qing felt angrily that he was even more seriously injured.
Fei Qiansong's smile froze because of these words, and she found that she could not escape the word fear in the end. No matter how powerful a woman is, she will feel fear when facing blood.
An Zheng was indifferent, as if he didn't see it at all.
"It's a friend, but you are fighting for your woman."
With a bang, Nie Qing's body crashed through the door and flew back. He seemed to have been stabbed in the shoulder, and the blood stained his shoulder red. Nie Qing stood up and rushed back like an enraged beast. A few seconds later, it was smashed back again.
When Fei Qiansong first saw Qiu Xiaoyu, he wasn't dancing, let alone watching an immortal dance. He was killing someone. Fei Qiansong has never seen a person who kills so seriously and neatly... yes, neatly.
An Zheng smiled and walked out of the room.
After finally feeling that it was almost done, he picked up the kettle and found that it was also leaking. The moment he picked it up, the water flowed out like a sculpture that squirts water from a child's penis. An Zheng sighed and touched it with his fingers. The hot temperature melted and blocked the leak in the iron kettle, and then he took the trouble to fetch water again.
An Zheng answered simply and directly: "It's a matter of principle."
An Zheng glanced at Fei Qiansong: "I am not the man who will fight for you. I said I am not satisfied if I don't kill you. The reason why I came in after a while is because I was waiting for him..."
An Zheng smiled and walked out of the room.
"It's none of that woman's business now. There's a bastard who almost beat my friend to death."
Nie Qing's dying breath fell not far away from him, and he forced himself to look at An Zheng: "Can't you fucking repair the bucket too?"
The legend is always so boring, the immortals are so busy, how can they have time to dance for ordinary people.
An Zheng poured himself some tea, took a sip, and then breathed out comfortably: "I'm very thirsty after fighting for most of the night. Although the tea is a little colder, it can at least soothe my throat... As for you, I won't wait until you die. My throat will feel more comfortable."
After pouring water to make tea, and then waiting for the water temperature to drop a little, Nie Qing, who could no longer move, flew over and knocked the kettle away, knocking over the teacup as well.
Fei Qiansong gritted his teeth and rushed out, while An Zheng sat there and continued to sip tea. The yard outside was destroyed, the house was destroyed, and soon after, only An Zheng's house in the entire manor was still in good condition, and the rest was razed to the ground. When three people of that level fought against each other, destroying an entire manor was nothing like destruction.
"have."
An Zheng pointed at Nie Qing: "That guy named Saury, if you want to fight, fight with a man."
An Zheng: "Fight well and stay out of other people's business."
"Oh, you misunderstood. I will not fight for you. If I don't kill you, I have already touched my bottom line."
Qiu Xiaoyu said with some embarrassment: "I was just thinking about how to take you back... The Lord said, I must take you back. You also know my rules for killing people. After killing you, I can't even put it together completely. It’s not difficult. It’s a little more difficult to put you together and bring you back thousands of miles away. What’s more difficult is, does the Lord want to bring you back as a whole or as a whole?”
The fighting on one side was extremely brutal, as if it was devastating. People who stayed away from the incident discovered that the bucket leaked too badly, and only a little water was left every time. He took the trouble to put down the bucket again and again, and poured it into the kettle bit by bit, clumsily like an idiot.
He finally filled the kettle, then walked aside and picked up a broken window to use as firewood to light the water. When almost everything nearby was demolished, he finally boiled the water, opened the door and returned to the house. In fact, the windows and half of the wall were gone. He actually opened the door seriously and walked back.
"If you don't come, I will die."
Fei Qiansong gritted his teeth and rushed out, while An Zheng sat there and continued to sip tea. The yard outside was destroyed, the house was destroyed, and soon after, only An Zheng's house in the entire manor was still in good condition, and the rest was razed to the ground. When three people of that level fought against each other, destroying an entire manor was nothing like destruction.
An Zheng answered simply and directly: "It's a matter of principle."
An Zheng pointed at Nie Qing: "He is the one who cares about you. I don't care whether you die or not. To put it more plainly... is it none of my business?"
But he didn't talk to Qiu Xiaoyu because he hated this serious-looking guy from the bottom of his heart.
After pouring water to make tea, and then waiting for the water temperature to drop a little, Nie Qing, who could no longer move, flew over and knocked the kettle away, knocking over the teacup as well.
An Zheng pointed at Nie Qing: "He is the one who cares about you. I don't care whether you die or not. To put it more plainly... is it none of my business?"
The two men rushed out at the same time, smashing the window. An Zheng sighed, thinking to himself: Who the hell does this person care about the house
"Oh, you misunderstood. I will not fight for you. If I don't kill you, I have already touched my bottom line."
An Zheng sighed, helped Nie Qing sit up, used the remaining water to make a cup of tea for Nie Qing and placed it next to him. Nie Qing shook his head with difficulty and said that he would not drink it. An Zheng said that the tea was good. Nie Qing raised his fingers with difficulty and pointed at the holes all over his body: "I dare not drink. I think I will turn into a shower head if I drink it."
An Zheng pointed at Nie Qing: "That guy named Saury, if you want to fight, fight with a man."
He walked up to Qiu Xiaoyu, who didn't even have a drop of blood on his body, and looked around: "Demolishing other people's houses, you have gone too far."
An Zheng smiled and walked out of the room.
Nie Qing flew back again and landed at An Zheng's feet. An Zheng glanced at him and said, "Look, you still have breath. Continue."
Fei Qiansong was like falling into an ice cave, standing there, his shoulders were trembling.
Fei Qiansong looked at Qiu Xiaoyu and smiled without fear: "Are you thinking about where to start?"
An Zheng: "Fight well and stay out of other people's business."
An Zheng smiled and walked out of the room.
An Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "Come on."
Nie Qing asked weakly from behind him: "Why are you willing to take action now?"
Nie Qing asked weakly from behind him: "Why are you willing to take action now?"
"have."
Fei Qiansong's expression kept changing, and he felt that his face was burning, as if he had been slapped hard by An Zheng. It was at this moment that she suddenly realized that she was actually a person who could only feel comfortable if others died, and even relieve her hatred.
"It's none of that woman's business now. There's a bastard who almost beat my friend to death."
Qiu Xiaoyu stood there: "Especially, I am stronger now than before. In the past, killing people was arranged according to their organs, but now they like to restore every shred of flesh. Peel it off one by one, one by one. Recover... I think the Lord doesn’t want to see you like that.”
Qiu Xiaoyu kills people, and if he makes a mistake, he will feel uncomfortable for many days. In his opinion, the structure of human beings is so perfect, so of course the decomposition of human beings cannot be taken apart randomly. It should be based on the respective positions of the organs, even the texture of the muscles, and the flow direction of the blood vessels.
When Fei Qiansong first saw Qiu Xiaoyu, he wasn't dancing, let alone watching an immortal dance. He was killing someone. Fei Qiansong has never seen a person who kills so seriously and neatly... yes, neatly.
An Zheng didn't even raise his eyebrows: "I don't accept it."
The two men rushed out at the same time, smashing the window. An Zheng sighed, thinking to himself: Who the hell does this person care about the house
"You took action when I was about to die. Don't you think you're a bit of an asshole?"
Nie Qing glared at An Zheng and rushed back again, his body already bleeding profusely. Flying back in the next second was Fei Qiansong, stabbed in the heart, but it seemed that she reacted very quickly, and the stab almost missed her vital point, so it was not fatal. An Zheng didn't even look at it, but he finally left the house and found an iron kettle among the ruins. He carried the iron kettle to the well, removed the stone that was holding the well head, and put down the leaking bucket. Go get water.
"If you don't come, I will die."
She and Tan Shanse arrived a little late, and they didn't see the seriousness before the murder, but the seriousness after the murder. Qiu Xiaoyu sincerely arranged the body on the flat ground by the lake. The heart was at the position of the heart, the lungs were at the position of the lungs, the stomach was at the position of the stomach, and the intestines were arranged in circles according to their original arrangement. At this time, Tan Shanse didn't even want to disturb him. Tan Shanse said that it's too scary when a person is serious, but Qiu Xiaoyu is serious too often because he has killed too many people.
But he didn't talk to Qiu Xiaoyu because he hated this serious-looking guy from the bottom of his heart.
Nie Qing asked weakly from behind him: "Why are you willing to take action now?"
"Some trouble."
When An Zheng got out of the way, Nie Qing came in from the window and stood in front of Fei Qiansong.
"The person who loves you thinks that your past can be forgotten or even ignored. If you say sorry to him, he will say it doesn't matter. You say sorry to me? You are not qualified... There are many people in this world who will not be forgiven. You are one of them. He will fight for you. The reason why I blocked him for a second is just because he is my friend."
"Not an asshole, not at all."
Qiu Xiaoyu said with some embarrassment: "I was just thinking about how to take you back... The Lord said, I must take you back. You also know my rules for killing people. After killing you, I can't even put it together completely. It’s not difficult. It’s a little more difficult to put you together and bring you back thousands of miles away. What’s more difficult is, does the Lord want to bring you back as a whole or as a whole?”
The fighting on one side was extremely brutal, as if it was devastating. People who stayed away from the incident discovered that the bucket leaked too badly, and only a little water was left every time. He took the trouble to put down the bucket again and again, and poured it into the kettle bit by bit, clumsily like an idiot.
After finally feeling that it was almost done, he picked up the kettle and found that it was also leaking. The moment he picked it up, the water flowed out like a sculpture that squirts water from a child's penis. An Zheng sighed and touched it with his fingers. The hot temperature melted and blocked the leak in the iron kettle, and then he took the trouble to fetch water again.
An Zheng replied as he walked: "If I take action while you can still fight, it goes against my principles, because you are fighting for her. If I take action, wouldn't I be helping you fight for her? Now that you can't fight, I Come on, I’m fighting for you, not for her.”
"Not an asshole, not at all."
"You took action when I was about to die. Don't you think you're a bit of an asshole?"
Qiu Xiaoyu laughed: "Believe it or not, I demolished you? I demolish people much more gently than demolishing houses, and I do it neatly and orderly."
Nie Qing felt angrily that he was even more seriously injured.
"You don't have to think about it... I have killed too many people and it has become a habit. I don't need to think about where to strike. Although women are more complicated than men, I have not killed just one woman."
An Zheng glanced at Fei Qiansong: "I am not the man who will fight for you. I said I am not satisfied if I don't kill you. The reason why I came in after a while is because I was waiting for him..."
An Zheng: "Fight well and stay out of other people's business."
"interesting?"
She rushed forward, and at this moment, a black shadow passed over and blocked Fei Qiansong. The man was tall and big, but not as burly as an ox. He was that kind of slender and muscular, and when he stood in front of her, he was like a mountain, like a world.
"It's none of that woman's business now. There's a bastard who almost beat my friend to death."
She and Tan Shanse arrived a little late, and they didn't see the seriousness before the murder, but the seriousness after the murder. Qiu Xiaoyu sincerely arranged the body on the flat ground by the lake. The heart was at the position of the heart, the lungs were at the position of the lungs, the stomach was at the position of the stomach, and the intestines were arranged in circles according to their original arrangement. At this time, Tan Shanse didn't even want to disturb him. Tan Shanse said that it's too scary when a person is serious, but Qiu Xiaoyu is serious too often because he has killed too many people.
"have."
"Oh, you misunderstood. I will not fight for you. If I don't kill you, I have already touched my bottom line."
After finally feeling that it was almost done, he picked up the kettle and found that it was also leaking. The moment he picked it up, the water flowed out like a sculpture that squirts water from a child's penis. An Zheng sighed and touched it with his fingers. The hot temperature melted and blocked the leak in the iron kettle, and then he took the trouble to fetch water again.
An Zheng answered simply and directly: "It's a matter of principle."
An Zheng: "Fight well and stay out of other people's business."
Qiu Xiaoyu laughed: "Believe it or not, I demolished you? I demolish people much more gently than demolishing houses, and I do it neatly and orderly."
In the yard, Fei Qiansong had fallen to the ground, his body soaked in blood. She fell there and her body was twitching continuously. It was the performance before death. The body's reaction had nothing to do with consciousness and thinking. An Zheng didn't care, not at all, but he still threw the bottle of pills away.
"have."
When An Zheng got out of the way, Nie Qing came in from the window and stood in front of Fei Qiansong.
Fei Qiansong stood in the room feeling a little embarrassed. She looked at An Zheng and after holding it in for a long time, she said three words: "I'm sorry."
The legend is always so boring, the immortals are so busy, how can they have time to dance for ordinary people.
"It's a friend, but you are fighting for your woman."
He walked up to Qiu Xiaoyu, who didn't even have a drop of blood on his body, and looked around: "Demolishing other people's houses, you have gone too far."
An Zheng: "Fight well and stay out of other people's business."
Fei Qiansong's expression kept changing, and he felt that his face was burning, as if he had been slapped hard by An Zheng. It was at this moment that she suddenly realized that she was actually a person who could only feel comfortable if others died, and even relieve her hatred.
Qiu Xiaoyu laughed: "Believe it or not, I demolished you? I demolish people much more gently than demolishing houses, and I do it neatly and orderly."
Fei Qiansong's eyes were confused: "You arrived when he first arrived? Otherwise, you wouldn't have remembered his name. You had obviously arrived a long time ago, why did you come in at this time?"
He walked up to Qiu Xiaoyu, who didn't even have a drop of blood on his body, and looked around: "Demolishing other people's houses, you have gone too far."
"You don't have to think about it... I have killed too many people and it has become a habit. I don't need to think about where to strike. Although women are more complicated than men, I have not killed just one woman."
The legend is always so boring, the immortals are so busy, how can they have time to dance for ordinary people.
Qiu Xiaoyu kills people, and if he makes a mistake, he will feel uncomfortable for many days. In his opinion, the structure of human beings is so perfect, so of course the decomposition of human beings cannot be taken apart randomly. It should be based on the respective positions of the organs, even the texture of the muscles, and the flow direction of the blood vessels.
An Zheng: "I'm not like that. I dismantle it more brutally."
An Zheng replied as he walked: "If I take action while you can still fight, it goes against my principles, because you are fighting for her. If I take action, wouldn't I be helping you fight for her? Now that you can't fight, I Come on, I’m fighting for you, not for her.”
"It's a friend, but you are fighting for your woman."
When Fei Qiansong first saw Qiu Xiaoyu, he wasn't dancing, let alone watching an immortal dance. He was killing someone. Fei Qiansong has never seen a person who kills so seriously and neatly... yes, neatly.
The fighting on one side was extremely brutal, as if it was devastating. People who stayed away from the incident discovered that the bucket leaked too badly, and only a little water was left every time. He took the trouble to put down the bucket again and again, and poured it into the kettle bit by bit, clumsily like an idiot.
An Zheng didn't look at Fei Qiansong anymore. He lowered his head and looked at the tea in his hand: "You have entered this house, and I want to burn it down."
"have."
An Zheng poured himself some tea, took a sip, and then breathed out comfortably: "I'm very thirsty after fighting for most of the night. Although the tea is a little colder, it can at least soothe my throat... As for you, I won't wait until you die. My throat will feel more comfortable."
Fei Qiansong was stunned. She didn't expect that it would be him standing in front of her.