drunk red

Tang Ziao is calm and calm, his feet are calm, his steps are steady and flexible. Compared with his father Tang Mingxiang's painstaking martial arts, he is more of a gifted genius, and he is destined to achieve some remarkable achievements.

The cold wind caressed his cheeks, a 14-year-old boy, under a few strands of raised hair, was a pair of deep, quiet eyes that were burning with anger.An unfair battle, silent, without swords, swords, but also thrilling.

The two gradually struggled, and the man holding the child behind him frowned deeply, and said: "I'll go first, you will follow, get rid of him and go back."

The voice fell, and the people were gone.

Thinking of the drooling child who was still babbling in his ear just now, Tang Ziao's heart twitched, his anger soared, and his fingers hooked.

The black figures staggered, separated, and staggered again.

The two voices were the puffing sound of foreign matter entering the flesh and blood, and the white snow ground was bursting with blood, and it was bright red.

Tang Ziao's right hand pierced a person's left chest, crushed the heart, and pulled it out. The lancet in that person's hand went from the eyebrow above Tang Ziao's right eye, straight into the hairline, and there was a long bloodstain, which looked shocking and powerful. But it is greatly discounted by the arm that enters the chest.

But the other person's knife fell on the snow, focused his inner strength on his right palm, and slapped him on the chest. There was no trace of trauma, but it was really fatal. He coughed up a mouthful of blood. Tang Ziao took two steps back and fell to the ground slumped.

The man panted heavily, looking at Tang Ziao with fiery eyes, he shuddered, raised his last breath, and disappeared into the night.

"Cough cough...cough..." Tang Ziao spat out blood, thinking about that chubby little face, struggling to stand up, but his vision suddenly went dark, and he heard the rushing noise , hitting the snow.

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Of the three men in black, one died and one was injured, but the one holding the child was still intact.

The two chose to walk in dark and remote places. After half an hour, they confirmed that no one was following them around, and then went straight to the north.

Most of the people living here are ordinary people, who make a living by working for others or occasionally doing small businesses on the street. The houses are next to each other, dilapidated and low-rise.

In the dark night, the dog with sharp ears stood up from the ground, pricked up its ears a few times, but when there was no movement, it lay down again, nestled in the haystack and continued to sleep soundly.

Creak, the door opened, revealing a gap that only allowed one person to pass through.

"Have you got it?" The old man inside had dim eyes, a hoarse voice, and trembling hands, he took the child handed over by the man in black.

"Leave the city immediately tonight." The other injured man in black pulled off his scarf and panted heavily.

"Is this possible? Just kill him, why bother?" The old man showed his yellow teeth and threw the child on the bed.

"Bastard! Do what you are told to do, don't talk nonsense." The man in black rushed to the bed in time, hugged the child who was about to hit the hard wooden bed, and slapped the old man with his hands.

"Cough cough...cough cough..." The old man was thin and short, fell to the ground and coughed violently.

"Our two goals are too obvious. You rest here first. I will send them out of the city and come back to you." The man holding the child ordered the other injured man in black.

The heavy snow began to stop, and the road was covered with an inch of snow, making it difficult to move forward.

The man changed his clothes, wrapped the child in a quilt and put him in the arms of the old man, grabbed his collar, tapped his toes, and disappeared into the night.

At this time, the gate of the city has been closed, and it is impossible to go out through formal channels.

Outside, it is not barren and uninhabited. On the spacious official road, there are a few lights, which clearly show the existence of many inns and other houses.

The man in black came to the northwest corner where he was supposed to respond, and looked around vigilantly. A group of about 20 guards in white armor, holding long guns, patrolled neatly.

The sound of footsteps had just gone away, listen carefully, and the second team came from a distance. If you want to go out, you must not only have excellent lightness skills, but also know the time interval between the two teams of patrolling personnel, and how to handle the difference between the two teams. A little gap, quickly and timely swept past.

The first team has gone away, and the second team, the sound of footsteps came.

The man in black took a deep breath, lifted the old man's collar, and jumped up. He couldn't turn over at all. The city wall was very high. When he was about halfway in the air, he lost his strength. The man tapped his toes and kicked towards the city wall that had been prepared earlier. A protruding stone, just this one, turned over smoothly.

Outside, the voices of the guards had just arrived.

The following people were a man and a woman, about 20 years old.

Walking to the nearest inn, it was already two hours later. Although the child was wrapped in a mattress, his little face was still blue from the cold. The young woman hugged him, nodded to the two, and dragged the man beside her into a room. .

When the sky brightened, the old man and the man had already left respectively.

The young woman was holding the baby, and the man was holding a black bundle, calling the waiter to pay the bill, and walked out of the inn.

The two wore black cotton shirts with a few patches on the corners. They stood on the side of the road and looked around. Not long after, a carriage came slowly from the direction of the capital. A man in his 40s was driving. When he saw them, he tightened his grip. The reins stopped.

"Brother, are there any seats left?" The young woman asked while holding the child.

"Yes, come up quickly. The ground is slippery today, and many people stopped running. It's just my car." The man lifted the curtain and let them look inside.

"How much?" The man took out the cloth bag.

"Two, give twenty copper coins."

There were already three people sitting inside. After the two of them went in, they sat in the innermost place, lowered their heads, wrapped the child in the middle, and snuggled together.

"Those soldiers just now were really like bandits. They had to take off their thick clothes for inspection, and they froze me in that hut." In the carriage, the slightly taller man complained loudly.

"Yeah, I don't know what happened again. By the way, those of you who get on the bus outside the city are fine. If you are in the city, you will not let out the children." The older farmer-looking man next to him Suddenly, he turned his attention to the couple who had just gotten into the car.

The man raised his head and nodded politely, and the woman hugged the child in silence, as if rejecting others thousands of miles away.

Seeing that they didn't want to speak, the old farmer who wanted to draw them closer to the chat team stopped talking, and chatted with the other two without saying a word.

When they arrived at the small town ahead, the two got out of the car, turned around, walked into an alley, and handed the child to a fat woman in her 30s.

Without saying a word, she turned around and left. The place is remote and cold, and there are few people passing by. The fat woman looked around and carried the child into the house.

When the lights first came on, the fat woman carried her child and walked through a few streets. There was a lot of people in front of her, and the fragrance was overflowing.

The lively and beautiful women stood in front of the door, unaware of the cold weather, holding a handkerchief in their hands, rolling their eyes, smiling, and softly calling out to the passing men.

The fat woman hugged the child tightly, lowered her head and just walked forward.

In the past, these places of leaning on the door to sell laughter, in the front, the same building, but different scenes, there is no sweet fragrance wafting here, and there is no such unmistakable lust. Stop in front of a door, push open the side door, inside Extremely elegant, on the rockery, there are pavilions and pavilions, and the perennially flowing water is frozen, which adds a northwest style, a few cold plums, with vigorous branches, standing quietly in the cold wind, in the simple and elegantly decorated front row building, a little candlelight , overlapping silhouettes, vague panting, laughter, and the faint sound of the piano, the sounds are intertwined.

Compared with the previous places, this place is obviously a higher level, much more elegant.

A row of wooden handrails, step over, in the backyard, the fat woman enters a cabin.

"Yo, this is it." The man sitting lazily eating melon seeds at the wooden table raised his eyes.

He straightened his loose clothes revealing his snow-white chest, his brows and eyes were full of spring, he bent his mouth, lowered his head, his thick black hair slid down from his shoulders, covering his neck, and carefully received the gift from the woman with both hands. child.

"Look at this little face that's frozen, why is it still asleep." The man's voice was slightly hoarse and lazy, with obvious traces of lust.

"I was afraid that he would make noise before, but this acupuncture point has not been solved yet." The fat woman replied.

"Oh." A fire was lit in the room, and the man tore off the blanket and padded jacket on the child, leaving only a small red bellyband hanging around his neck, turning it back and forth, and under the candlelight, he inspected every inch of his skin. carefulness.

"Well, it's not bad, there are no flaws, and there will be no big accidents when I grow up. And this little face."

Holding the back of his head, the man squinted his eyes, touched the child's eyelashes, and suddenly raised his head and shouted to the door: "Come here, someone who knows kung fu, and relieve the acupuncture points."

The guard who opened the door opened the acupuncture point for the child.

"Wow... ah..." The child shuddered, maybe he was frozen, maybe he was hungry, maybe he was frightened, and when he woke up, he burst into tears. The tears in his big eyes were like pearls produced in sea water. Big, round, and gurgling drips.

"Okay, these eyes are in good shape. The black eyeballs are bigger than ordinary children. If you don't open your eyes, you will be a beauty. If you open them, it will be even more amazing. Haha, this child is really a treasure. I can't wait to see him How many men should be attracted by the grown-up appearance."

Holding up the crying child, the man laughed, his eyebrows and eyes bent into crescent moons, he leaned his head forward, kissed the child's soft face, softly, and said softly: "Be good, don't cry, Daddy will teach you personally." , Custodian tells you to make all the men in the world crazy, you have to be obedient, grow up for me, and grow into a beauty, don't grow crookedly, wrongly, do you hear me?"

Listening to the child crying out of breath, the man lightly