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"Zhou Tong...you have to take care of our household affairs."

"do you know..."

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

"Pooh!"

The old man took the copper stick and spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm on the ground. His beard and hair were all swollen, and his eyes were full of anger. "...Do you think what you did is right? I once told you that you should meditate before practicing martial arts. Now you are not only connected. The magic skills have made me look like a human being or a ghost, and even if Fu Rui recalls the past, she is willing to do it, but I am not willing to do it."

"Haha...she is my wife..."

"She is my daughter!"

On Bai Ning's faceless face, he nodded coldly, and the blade in his palm suddenly drew out. The knife was so fast that it made people's scalp numb, and it instantly turned into a black shadow and slashed through.

Ahead, Zhou Tong raised his copper stick and threw it out with a single blow. A violent whistling sound erupted in the air. He stepped forward violently. The moment the soil was splashed, both ends of the copper stick were violently smashed left and right. , like whirling fan blades, in the setting sun, on the mud hill, the figures of the two people were fighting at a terrifying speed, so fast that only the black shadows between the two could be seen hitting each other, and sparks continued. The sound of impact suddenly erupted and flashed out.

The spring breeze was soft, and the leaves of a thick locust tree on the mud hill fell with the wind. A few leaves fell among the figures who were moving and fighting, and instantly turned into pieces.As he walked, the broken leaves sank into the mud, and the figure continued to sway. Every soil that was stepped on was a deep footprint, and dust flew up as he moved.

Zhou Tong's chest heaved violently, and he kicked the ground violently with his feet again. The somewhat deformed copper stick spun around, dancing in his palms and sweeping towards the opponent's head.The blade of the blade whirled around, and Bai Ning raised the weapon to the side of his face in an understated manner. With a bang, the copper rod touched the blade of the blade.Over there, the old man's footsteps took several steps on the ground, each step making a roaring sound, and then he suddenly punched out diagonally, and the air exploded with a buzz.

Just listen to the roar of "Ah——" from his mouth. This punch was pushed out very quickly and hit the opponent's finger holding the knife. The next moment, the steel knife flipped in the air and flew to the back. Bai Ning The corner of his mouth curled up into a secret sneer, and the hem of his lower body and robe suddenly lifted up——

bang——

Like a black shadow like a steel whip, it swept across the old man's waist. At the same time as there was a dull sound, Zhou Tong's body was swept away firmly, flipped in the air, and took a few steps back after landing. , in the shaky vision, Bai Ning slowly retracted the kick.

The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his skinny old hands. The old man slowly stood up. Suddenly, his whole body trembled. He covered his waist where he had been kicked before. Big beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead.

"You are old...Iron arms Zhou Tong."

Under the faceless face, a hoarse and cold voice came out softly, and then with indifference to life and death, he walked towards the seriously injured old man over there.

Zhou Tong took a deep breath, looked at the figure approaching in his field of vision, and wanted to move, but the huge pain in his waist could only make him take one step with difficulty.

"Fu Rui...Dad can't win..." The old man watched the faceless face getting closer and closer, and the raised palms grew bigger and bigger in his sight... Closed Eyes closed.

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

"Don't hurt my dad——"

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

"Don't come over!!" The old man opened his eyes and saw the running figure. Enduring the severe pain, he struggled and leaned forward.

Sensing something strange behind him, Bai Ning suddenly turned around and covered it with his raised palm. But in an instant, his palm almost stopped touching the other person's forehead, and the wind from the palm ruffled the woman's bun. .

The green hair flew back lightly, and that familiar face made Bai Ning murmur: "... Cherish the blessing."

......

A drop....

Two drops.....

Blood beads rolled along the blade, dripping onto the soil, seeping into the soil, forming a pool of dark red. Bai Ning's lower abdomen was stabbed with the knife he had used before, but it was not deep.

"Cherish blessings..."

"....lady."

Fuu held the handle of the knife and looked at the dripping blood. Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. She looked at the faceless man in front of her with a cry, "...Don't hurt my dad...I don't want to hurt you either." of...."

At this time, a hoarse and gloomy voice gently called out to the woman in front of him who was holding the handle of the knife with both hands on Wuxiang's face. She was trembling with fear, but her firm eyes made Bai Ning feel extremely familiar. He remembered that once. On a rainy day, a group of idle men seeking revenge, and a silly girl who was also scared and trembling, protected themselves with wooden sticks used to drive ducks away.

Only this time...this time, it's no longer the same.

He slowly lowered his raised hand, holding the blade that was stabbing his abdomen, looking straight at the woman, and whispered: "Don't be afraid..."

The hand holding the knife exerted force.

puff--

The whole knife went in halfway in an instant, and blood suddenly flowed out along the blade.

"Don't hurt yourself..." Fu Rui let go of her hand and anxiously tore off her skirt, as if to bandage Bai Ning's wound.

"You are still so kind."

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

"This knife..."

"...From now on, we will be clean."

The woman trembled, and her hand that was tearing off the hem of her skirt stopped. Over there, the figure had straightened up, and with a fierce flick of her robe, the woman and the old man were swept away and rolled down the hillside.

"Ha ha....."

Bai Ning pulled out the knife and staggered back toward the city. Not long after, a piercing laughter burst out from the red sunset.

Hahaha......

.....Hahahahahaha...

Ha ha......

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

"Furu...are you injured in any way, or do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

The two figures supported each other and walked for a while, then sat down. The old man looked at the dull woman, thinking she had been injured in some way.

Fu Rui shook her head.

Tears suddenly fell down, and he looked at the old man with choked eyes, "I don't know... I just feel like my heart is very painful and sad... Dad... Did I forget someone important?" ..."

At night, unknown insects were chirping, and the starry sky was dotted with stars, as if someone was watching them.

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