"You must also take care of Zhou Tong's family affairs."

"Do you know"

The figure in the regular clothes took two steps slowly, and the air around him cooled down. The blade on his waist was pulled out of the sheath, and the tip of the knife passed through the setting sun and pointed at the old man.

"Pooh!"

The old man picked up the copper stick and spitted bloody phlegm on the ground, his hair and beard were open, and his eyes were filled with anger, "Do you think you are doing the right thing? I once told you that you should calm your mind first when practicing martial arts. Now, not only does he even practice magic skills to make the person he practices as neither human nor ghost, even if Fu Qi recalls the past, she is willing, but I will not."

“Haha, she is my wife”

"She is my husband's daughter!"

Bai Ning Wuxiang nodded coldly on his face, and the blade in his palm suddenly cut out. The knife was so fast that it made his scalp numb, and instantly turned into a black shadow and slashed over.

In front, Zhou Tong raised the copper stick and threw it out with one stick. A violent whistling sound broke out in the air. His footsteps slammed forward. The moment the soil was splashed, the two ends of the copper stick slammed left and right, like flying fan leaves. In the sunlight of the setting sun, on the mud hill, the figures of the two were fighting at a terrifying speed. They could only see the black shadows and slams in the middle of the two, and sparks kept flashing.

The spring breeze is soft, and a thick locust tree on the mud hill. The leaves fall into a few leaves with the wind, falling among the figures of fighting, and instantly turning into pieces. On the footsteps, the broken leaves sank into the mud, and the figure continues to shake. All the soil that has been stepped on is deep footprints, and dust splashes while moving.

Zhou Tong's chest was undulating violently, and his soles kicked on the ground again. The already deformed copper stick turned around and danced in his palm and swept across the opponent's head. The blade turned around, and Bai Ning gently raised the weapon to the side of his face, and with a pine sound, the moment the copper stick touched the blade. Over there, the old man's footsteps took several steps on the ground, making a sound of every step of the bang, and then suddenly punched the punch and slanted, and the air exploded.

He heard a sudden roar of "Ah" from his mouth. The punch was pushed out very quickly and hit the opponent's finger holding the knife. The next moment, the steel knife flipped over and flew to the rear in the air. Bai Ning's mouth secretly sneered, and his lower body suddenly lifted up.

Bang

Like a black shadow of a steel whip, swept across the waist around the old man's waist. While the dull sound came out, Zhou Tong's body was swept out firmly, flipped in the air, and took a few more steps after landing. In the shaking field of vision, Bai Ning slowly withdrew the kick he kicked out.

The thin and old hand wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The old man slowly stood up. Suddenly, his whole body trembled, covering his waist, which had been kicked before, and beans of sweat rolled down from his forehead.

"You are old and have a strong arm Zhou Tong."

Under the face of Wuying, a hoarse and cold voice was made softly, and then, with indifference to life and death, he walked towards the seriously injured old man there.

Zhou Tong took a deep breath, looked at the figure walking in his sight, and wanted to move, the huge stinging pain from his waist could only make him take a difficult step.

"Fuqi Dad can't win." The old man looked at the face of Wuxiang getting closer and closer, and his raised palms became wider and wider in his sight and closed his eyes.

At this moment, a sound rang out in the orange of the setting sun.

"Don't hurt my dad"

The delicate hand picked up something from the ground, and the worn embroidered shoes ran quickly on the soft ground. The figure passed through the light. The moment it approached there, the tip of the knife suddenly stabbed out.

"Don't come here!!" The old man opened his eyes and saw the figure running over. He endured the severe pain and struggled to lean forward.

Seeing the strangeness behind him, Bai Ning suddenly turned around and covered his raised palm with a bang, but in an instant, his palm almost stopped against the other party's forehead, and the palm whirred into the woman's hair bun.

The black hair flew back lightly, and the familiar face made Bai Ning murmur: "Give me happiness."

One drop

Two drops

The blood beads rolled along the blade, dripping onto the soil, seeping into the soil, forming a dark red shape. Bai Ning's lower abdomen, and a knife that had been before him stabbed in, but it was not deep.

"Cherish blessings"

"lady."

Fu Qi held the hilt of the knife and looked at the dripping blood. Tears suddenly rolled in her eyes. She looked at the faceless man in front of her in a crying voice, "Don't hurt my father, I don't want to hurt you."

At this time, the hoarse and gloomy voice gently called the woman holding the knife in front of Wuying's face, who was a little scared to the point of trembling, but her eyes firmly made Bai Ning feel extremely familiar, remembering that on that rainy day, a group of idle men seeking revenge were also scared shaking silly girls, who were holding wooden sticks to drive ducks to protect themselves.

But this time, it's not the same anymore.

The raised hand slowly lowered, held the blade that stabbed it on his belly, looked straight at the woman, and said softly: "Don't be afraid."

The hand holding the knife exerted force vigorously.

puff

The entire knife was half in an instant, and blood immediately flowed out along the blade.

"Don't hurt yourself." Fu Zi let go of her hand and anxiously tear her skirt, as if she was going to bandage Bai Ning's wound.

"You are still that kind."

At that moment, the warm light shone on the two of them. He stretched out his bloody hand to brush the woman's somewhat scattered black hair, and Bai Ning gently opened his lips.

"This knife"

"From now, we will clear the two of us."

The woman trembled for a moment, and stopped by the hand that was tearing the corner of her skirt. On the other side, the figure had already straightened up. She swept the robe and swept the woman and the old man out and rolled down the hillside.

"hehe"

Bai Ning pulled out his sword and staggered back towards the city. Soon after, a faint laugh came from the setting sun.

Hahaha

Hahahahaha

Ha ha

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The setting sun lost its luster on the other end of the mountain and the night fell.

"Fuji, have you been injured or are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The two figures supported each other and walked for a while, then sat down. The old man looked at the dull woman and thought she had suffered some injuries.

Fuli shook her head.

Tears suddenly fell, and I looked at the old man with sobs, "I don't know that I just feel very painful in my heart, I'm very sad. Dad, have I forgotten some important person?"

At night, unknown insects were roaring, and the starry sky was full of spots, as if someone was watching them.
Chapter completed!