"Ping Xie" is beyond redemption

Lifting the lid of the tea, he took a cool look at the man kneeling on the ground, Wu Xie lowered his eyelids.

It was very quiet in the room.

Da Li trembled even more violently. Even though it was autumn, his vest was wet with sweat.

"Well, how about a [-]% discount?" Wu Xie took a sip of tea with a shallow smile.

Da Li's despair almost went deep to the marrow: There are only five people in his family - "Third Master..."

"Since the remaining half promised to keep him alive, they won't let him die." Wu Xie put down the tea, folded her hands on her knees, and said in a very casual tone.

Da Li's eyelids twitched and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

After a strange silence, Da Li finally shouted hysterically: "Madman! You are a fucking madman!" Wang Meng immediately stepped forward to easily restrain the mad Da Li, and subconsciously looked at Wu evil.

"Well... Wang Meng, let him live, and send it to Boss Liu, just saying that it's a small gesture, not a respect." Wu Xie propped his head up with one hand, "Tell Boss Baijia, this fight is over."

"Yes." Wang Meng dragged Da Li out.

Emperor Qin's Mausoleum... Wu Xie rubbed his temples, his eyes indifferent.

The phone rang, and Wu Xie lowered her eyes—"Who is it?"

"Haha, it's me." Fatty's strong and rough voice came from the phone as usual, as if nothing had changed after ten years of time spent with him, "I heard you're going to fight?"

"Yes." Lifting her thin lips, Wu Xie remained expressionless.

"Bring me Fat Master—whose grave are you going to dig?" Fatty said to himself and decided the matter.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, not even the sound of breathing.

Back then, Taoists said that once Wu Sanxing, an old fox, laughed, Hades would give way, but now the Taoist said that the third master of the Wu family—no one dared to mention his name—would be afraid of Hades if he remained silent.

It is estimated that only people like Fatty can talk to themselves until Wu Xie responds to the next sentence.

"Hey, naive, you can't do it like this. How can you fight for money without me, Fat Lord?"

"Sincerely, you don't want to take it for yourself, do you?"

"Innocent…"

"The Mausoleum of the Emperor Qin." Wu Xie raised his head, seeing a plump face that was as bright as a peach blossom suddenly appearing, without any surprise, his slender index finger decisively swiped and hung up, and then overlapped again to form a pagoda.

Fatty carelessly sat down on the chair opposite Wu Xie - a seat no one dared to sit in - "What the hell are you doing here? Touching gold? I haven't heard that you are short of money recently? Otherwise, find Fatty Borrow? The interest is negotiable..."

Wu Xie picked up the teacup, and slowly lifted the lid of the blue porcelain: "Look for something."

The fat man immediately laughed like a chrysanthemum.

He didn't stop Wu Xie, because it's not like he hasn't tried it before.

In the end, he reconciled with Jie Yuhua, and the black blind man spoke sincerely, so Wu Xie kept silent with them until the end with a paralyzed face, and when the time came, he still packed his bag and left.

I also tried force, but in the end, Wu Xie stabbed himself in the wrist, and asked with a smile, "Continue?"

Xie Yuhua was the first to give up persuasion. He lit a cigarette and said in a half-clouded manner: "Some things are unavoidable."

Later also forget.

Wu Xie was still sipping tea with an indifferent expression.

On the day of the fight, the fat man realized that Wu Xie didn't bring any of his buddies with him, so he just wandered into an ancient house located in a deep alley.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw four or five people standing silently in the yard, all of them were well-known masters in the Tao - Lao Long Po, Xiao Qiang, Chu Qing, and a person whose back was facing them.

As soon as Baijia Youde saw Wu Xie, he rubbed his hands and greeted him immediately: "Third Master, I have long admired you."

Wu Xie gave an indifferent "hmm" and directly stood at the door.

Fatty has always been acquainted, and he greeted those people warmly: "Ah, Grandma Long, Brother Qiang, Chuqing... Hey, this is—"

Fatty's voice suddenly stopped in the indifference of the man who gradually turned his face: "Brother?" His eyebrows and eyes remained unchanged many years ago.

The fat man turned his face away, staring at Wu Xie in a daze.

Sure enough, he didn't even lift his head, and stood quietly with his hands tied.

Zhang Qiling looked at Fatty silently with his face paralyzed, it was hard for Fatty to understand—"Wu Xie, what's going on?"

what happened? !The fat man roared infinitely in his heart, how can labor and management explain it to you? ! ! !

In the end, he had no choice but to yell at Wu Xie: "Naive."

Without looking up: "Third Master."

The temperature in the fat man's hand suddenly dropped: "Naive."

"Third Master."

"Innocent."

Wu Xie raised his head, his clear eyes only looked at the fat man: "Fatty Master."

Finally compromised, the fat man ignored the growing doubts in Zhang Qiling's eyes: "Let me introduce someone to you, this one, little brother."

Wu Xie pulled her thin lips: "Jiu Yang."

Zhang Qiling stared at Wu Xie for a long time with his face paralyzed, but Wu Xie was also expressionless, with no emotion in his clear eyes.

In the end, the confrontation ended with Baijiayoude's "departure".

By train.

Wu Xie climbed up the upper bunk automatically, and killed Xiaoqiang who also wanted to climb up the bunk with a single look.

Xiao Qiang came out of the hail of bullets, but immediately felt terrified: "I'm sorry for disturbing the third master, you continue the third master... haha." Then he climbed down silently.

Zhang Qiling also habitually climbed to the upper bunk on the other side.

Only Baijia Youde stood outside the carriage, rubbed his hands and smiled dryly: "This third master, seven people..." There are only six beds...

Wu Xie half stood up, looked at Baijia Youde coolly, and tapped regularly on the railing beside the bed with her slender index finger, and said after a long time: "You can figure it out." Then she lay down again.

He didn't believe that Baijia Youde didn't think about this question the moment he saw the fat man, but he only brought it up now, hehe... Wu Xie looked at Baijia Youde with colder and colder eyes.

In the end, the fat man went to another compartment, and before he left, he was still tugging on Zhang Qiling's bedside railing with an affectionate expression on his face - only Zhang Qiling saw his lips: "Help me at night and look innocent, that hundred families are virtuous, not simple."

Zhang Qiling turned to look at Wu Xie—looking at the top of the carriage blankly, feeling an inexplicable throbbing pain in his heart.

Then Wu Xie's cell phone rang, and he picked it up.

Zhang Qiling's hearing has always been very good, and he easily captured the content of the phone call.

It's a black blind man.

"Hello, third master, Hua'er is afraid that you will forget the time, so she insists on urging me to make a call haha, please take it easy... hey, don't pinch me, isn't this a matter of business..."

"know."

"Also, Hua'er and I have already arrived, we'll wait for you next."

"Bring the medicine."

"Hey, third master, don't be too hard on yourself...Hua'er, what are you doing...In short, third master, think twice!" The black blind man over there hung up the phone in embarrassment, squinting at Xie Yuhua: "Master Hua'er, it's evening. Don't want to have a good time?"

Xie Yuhua rolled her eyes at him severely: "What medicine?"

"What medicine..."

A drug that will kill you...

night.

Wu Xie didn't sleep, he pressed his phone, the faint blue light made his face extremely pale.

Here it comes again, the familiar throbbing pain.

Taking fifteen days as a cycle, feel the feeling of memory falling apart in your mind.

Haha, what memories did you lose this time...

Darkness, helplessness, and weakness suddenly came to my mind in an instant.

It was when he got sick for the first time, and it was the second year after Poker-Face left.

Wu Xie's hand trembled suddenly, he no longer remembered who the memory was about...

Suddenly I remembered a pair of silent eyes, a figure from the back, a person saying goodbye with a smile...

He remembered that when he got sick, he crazily wrote Zhang Qiling, Poker Bottle, Little Brother on the paper, wall, and floor... Finally, he carved the word "Zhang" on his chest, and then wept uncontrollably.

Unable to grasp the sense of passing, the figure of the seven-star Lu Palace slowly faded away... When he woke up the next day, he stared at the mess all over the floor for a long time, and then remembered the first time he had fought with Pan Zi, Dakui, and third uncle.Yes, only four people.

four people.

-

"Crack" the phone dropped.

Wu Xie looked up at the ceiling expressionlessly, and slowly put the knife pierced into his shoulder into the palm of his hand and carefully wiped off the blood on it.

Your own blood is very precious.

But his hands were too trembling to hold the knife, Wu Xie slowly exhaled: "Zhang Qiling? Poor oil bottle? Brother?"

Just as Zhang Qiling slashed Baijia Youde's neck with a knife, he heard Wu Xie's eyes clearly in the dark—the usual indifference, and a little bit of confusion?

"Wu Xie." A hoarse voice.

Wu Xie's pupils suddenly dilated, and then Zhang Qiling rubbed him into his arms fiercely: "Wu Xie." He repeated the name that was so haunting and dreaming that he almost went crazy.

Wu Xie ignored the inexplicable peace of mind in Zhang Qiling's arms, but paid attention to those fragmented memories: "Iron-faced... Zhang Bald..." with a painful expression.

Then he felt a pain in the back of his neck and passed out.

In the dream, I heard the sound of sighing.

When he woke up, Wu Xie habitually closed his eyes and thought about what happened last night...As always...I have no impression...haha.

"Naive, you scared the fat man to death." The fat man used some method to change to Wu Xie's lower berth. At this moment, he yelled so loudly that Wu Xie frowned.

"Don't worry, everyone is asleep, my brother was too dark last night." The fat man poked his head out from the lower bunk and winked at the little brother in the next berth.

Wu Xie looked at the bandaged wound in silence for a long time, and finally took out her phone.

Hei Xiazi's heart skipped a beat when he received Wu Xie's call.

"Haha, third master, good morning, why are you so leisurely and elegant today, do you think of me? Hua'er will be jealous..."

"three times."