My past life was a fan of all men

It was raining heavily outside the small building, and Mo Lang's clothes were already wet. He reached out to lick his half-dead hair, and walked a little further inside. His handsome face There were still a few crystal drops of water on the face, which flickered under the light, and a pair of dusty star-lit eyes were extraordinarily bright.

Soft blue music was playing in the bar, and colorful 360-degree rotating lights sprinkled colorful light beams down the stage. Surrounded by white smoke, Mo Lang couldn't help but choke a few times while covering his mouth. Opening his mouth, he slightly raised his clear eyes and glanced around the bar.

Dozens of small round tables with four corners are placed on both sides of the gate of the bar, and some seats have matching red sofas. The bar is full of men, whether they are customers or waiters, and the waiters are wearing coquettish makeup. Wearing a slightly tight tights, he deliberately showed off his beautiful curves. Most of the male customers who came to this bar were wearing tight vests, and their muscles were fully displayed under the spotlight. The man was drinking heavily with a wine glass and a cigar in his mouth.

When I looked sideways again, it was two affectionate men with eyes facing each other who were having a heart-to-heart conversation, clinking wine glasses from time to time, and drinking wine with eyes facing each other.Mo Lang was stunned, his two clear eyes were full of confusion, he frowned tightly, and looked into the depths of the bar with long eyes, under the soft blue light, the male customers were shaking under the music The body is dancing.

He took a deep breath, then walked inside, came to the corridor outside the small private rooms, searched all the places for dancing in the bar, but still couldn't see the familiar figure, he shrugged his neckline, he leaned on the By the wall, when he was pinching the space between his eyebrows with his fingertips to relieve eye fatigue caused by the glare of the light, a drunk middle-aged man staggered to Mo Lang's side with a jug of foreign wine in his hand. Hitting the wall with his arm, Mo Lang was locked on his chest, his eyes were a little confused, and the slightly squinted eyes sparkled with lightning, and he pulled his lips and said with a flattering smile:

"Brother, are you alone? Do you need someone to accompany you?" He lifted his Adam's apple and hiccupped. He looked at Mo Lang with a slightly wrinkled corner of his eyes and said with a smile, "I've been paying attention to you for a long time, come on, let me Uncle, let me kiss first!"

Mo Lang hastily stretched out his hand to push him away, and said solemnly, "I'm here to find someone."

The corners of the man's mouth curled up, and the lightning in his eyes was even more dazzling, "Don't worry, uncle, I will be very gentle and gentle, and I will never hurt you..." Suddenly, his thick lips were about to hit Mo Lang, Mo Lang became impatient, turned around and gave him a strong push with his palm. The man was pushed into a wooden door in a dazed state. The wooden door opened slowly, and the man fell on the edge of the door like a toad. It was just as disgusting, the man lying flat at the door squinted his eyes, his head was drunk, he was dizzy and blushing and muttering: "Uncle, I will be very gentle..."

Mo Lang glanced at the man who fell to the ground, then raised his eyes, and casually glanced into the room, and saw that the small private room was in a mess, with soot and some tattered clothes all over the floor. A sour smell made Mo Lang feel sick.

Mo Lang hastily stretched out his hand to cover his nose, turned around and took a long breath, and then walked out of the bar in five steps as if it were three steps. The back that I saw just now must have been misunderstood by me. How could this be? What about him!It must be because I have just finished practicing my skills and I am a little tired after exhausting my skills, so I misread it.

He walked out of the bar door, the heavy rain was still pouring, and the water droplets blowing wantonly in front of him splashed onto the corner of Mo Lang's clothes. He stopped at the bar door for a long time, he took a small step back and bumped into a hard object, turned around Looking at it, it turned out to be the signboard of the bar. It was a blue light dotted with stars and fluorescent lights. It said "Lang Zhi Lang Love" on it, I will go!It turned out to be a gay bar!

He looked at the words "Lan Zhi Lang Qing" in a daze for a long time, then stretched out his hand and scratched his forehead, and sneered unconsciously. Although he had a broken sleeve, he still couldn't accept such a bad environment , the sour smell in the small private room made him feel sick.

Only when feelings are deep and sincere can they last forever.As far as Mo Lang is concerned, he never covets the warmth of a night, what he wants is a long flow of water, you and me, sincere love, meaningful and long-lasting.

He stretched out his slender and fair hands to brush his wet short hair, shook his head helplessly, walked into the rain curtain alone, his clothes were already wet, and walked into the square, at this moment, a big red umbrella appeared On top of him, protecting him from the night's rain, Mo Lang frowned slightly, raised his head in a daze, a pair of eyes as clear as autumn water showed handsome Zhuoran with a little cloud and light breeze The smiling Sun Ran.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Why are you here alone in the rain? I've been looking for you for a long time, but I can't find you. Why don't you buy an umbrella?" Sun Ran walked closer, and a small The red umbrella supported the master and apprentice, and it was raining outside the umbrella.

A gleam flashed across Mo Lang's eyes, extremely gentle, yes, why don't I buy an umbrella?Maybe what I need now is not an umbrella, but... but a torrential rain, completely waking me up.

Time has changed and the world has changed, and it has been dark for thousands of years, and it has long been impossible.Mo Lang was in a daze for a while, raised his head and smiled at Sun Ran, "It's okay, isn't the master with you, take the master back."

"Hmm..." On Sun Ran's fair face, there was a smile as bright as a hibiscus flower.

The two masters and apprentices walked with umbrellas in the rainy night, walked through the noisy and colorful streets, bypassed the dripping water to the quiet alleys at dawn, and in the nine-curved corridor, Mo Lang's heart also had nine bends and eighteen bends. He clearly said he wanted to let it go, but just as he said he wanted to let it go, he suddenly remembered because of the shaking of the street lights, the people and things buried in the depths of his memory are always floating in Mo Lang's heart, lingering .

That night, after Sun Ran left, Mo Lang hugged the little fox and sat on the sofa. But Lang's heart was like stagnant water, unable to stir up any ripples.

It's time to go to military training on Monday, and it's time to send little Guangrong back to the fairy cave. Mo Lang stretched out his hand and gently stroked the snow-white fur on the little fox's body. His movements were extremely gentle, like a mother caring for a newborn baby. Like a baby, he looked at the little fox with bright starry eyes and said lightly: "Glory, I will send you back to the cave tomorrow morning." The little fox immediately erected his two pointed ears, raised his head and opened a pair of green fox eyes He looked at Mo Lang without blinking.

Mo Lang reached out and hugged the little fox tightly, with a pleasant arc on his lips, and said with a smile: "I'm going to military training the day after tomorrow, and I may not be able to visit you for nearly half a month, you have to be obedient Do you know? Eat fairy fruit when you are hungry, and I will buy a few chickens tomorrow morning and bring them back to the cave. If you are tired of eating fairy fruit and want a change, you can eat it!"

The little fox blinked, brought its pointed face close to Mo Lang's cheek, stretched out the tip of its tongue and licked his cheek, and then rolled on Mo Lang's body, making Mo Lang sneer.

That night, Sun Ran returned home. After taking a shower, he put a light blue towel on his crotch and wore a pair of flip flops. While patting his hair with his hands, he walked towards the computer desk. go.He reached out and pressed the "start" button on his laptop, logged into the "anti-counterfeiting forum", and left a message on a post that had disappeared:

The original poster: (☆^o^☆) Xiao Ran, I went to set up a formation with my master today. It was the first time I went to the scene, and I was a little nervous. My master was really handsome when he was arranging the formation!He is even more unpredictable and prophetic than Zhuge Kongming, and he is more immortal and refined, as if he does not touch the slightest dust.

The previous message on the top of the post was already 3 months ago. It was after Xiao Ran said that he became an apprentice of the national teacher, and the netizens left messages of congratulations.He looked at the time of the last comment, and turned his bright eyes counterclockwise, "I didn't expect that I have been apprenticed to the teacher for three months so soon..." He raised the corners of his lips and smiled, then took the He raised and lowered the green hair dryer on the side, and the hot air in the hair dryer blew the ends of Sun Ran's hair. The air conditioner was on in the room, making it a little cool.

After the hair was dry, Sun Ran put on a pair of ultra-short pajama pants, and then slept on the soft couch, blinking his eyes, "Why didn't you see your brother tonight? Didn't you say you went back to China?!" After scratching his hair, he immediately He reached out to turn off the desk lamp, and pulled the corner of the quilt to cover himself.The moonlight is getting stronger, the night is as cool as water, and the wind in late autumn is a little gentle.

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That night, the hot boiling oil on the forum was so loud that it exploded again.

The most handsome egg and meat flower noodles: Xiao Ran, please share with me the life of the past few months with the teacher...

Quiet as a virgin: Yes!Xiao Ran, didn't you say that you have the urge to come out for the national teacher?What about this time?Do you still have this idea? ! o(≧▽≦)o

The jackal doesn't know the sheep's mind: Virgo, are you sure you are asking Xiao Ran that he still has this simple mind?Rather than asking Xiao Ran if he has masturbated with the national teacher? ! o(n_n)ohaha~

Quiet as a virgin: Jackal, how can you be like this... I am ashamed... ('w`)

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Labor and capital want to eat meat: Is the landlord gone?Why don't you reply?

Jingru virgin: Maybe it’s a shameful face...~(≧▽≦)/~Xiao Ran, don’t be shy, coming out for love is inevitable, besides, you have been with the lover of your dreams day and night for more than three months !Virgo can understand ha! o(≧≦)o People who come here...

The forum was buzzing with jokes and games, and many senior bar friends also commented at the bottom of the post, urging Xiao Ran to blow up the intimate photos of him and the national teacher~~ At this time, Sun Ran had already traveled around in Menghai Xingzhou, and in his dream there was The vast and boundless sea of ​​stars, and what's more, drinking tea and chatting barefoot with the master at the crescent hook... At this time, Sun Ran has already fallen asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Mo Lang hurriedly bought 5 hens at the market, ran back to the small bungalow, tied a vegetable basket to the front of the bicycle, and put the 5 hens on the vegetable basket. The little fox was obedient Lying on its back, it stretched out its two front paws to grab Mo Lang's clothes tightly, and rested its head on Mo Lang's shoulder. Mo Lang was riding a bicycle, taking advantage of the early morning fog before it completely dissipated, stepping on the bicycle Go to Qingshan.

At the top of Qingshan Mountain, Mo Lang held five hens in both hands, and the little fox hugged him. Mo Lang flew down from the top of the waterfall, and an arc of fluttering white clothes was outlined in the valley. Hundreds of birds were singing, and the surrounding area was filled with green mist. Mo Lang turned around and leaped down like an elf in the valley, flying sideways in mid-air, crossing the waterfall and entering the cave.

The little fox returned to the cave and jumped off Mo Lang's body, ran to his yellow grass bed with all four paws on the ground, and lay face down on the ground.Mo Lang put five hens in the cave, and the hens ran around, seeming to be adapting to the environment.Mo Lang stretched his neck, he was so tired these days, he came to the fairy cave, just in time to take a hot spring bath to dredge the muscles, bones and blood vessels, and relieve fatigue.

Looking back at Guangrong, he had already closed his eyes and was sleeping. His face was like a spring breeze, and he smiled calmly, "It seems that Xiao Guangrong is also tired these days." After that, he reached out and took off the short white T-shirt on his body. He came down, followed by turquoise linen cotton shorts that did not reach his knees. Against the backdrop of the sparkling spring water, his fair skin became more crystal clear, and he turned his head and jumped into the "Blue Wave Spring" in a beautiful arc.

Returning to the bungalow from the fairy cave, it was almost 11 o'clock, and half of the day had passed, he leisurely went to the locker and searched for a long time, but he couldn't find a backpack he was satisfied with. At this time, the phone in his trouser pocket rang. He reached out to take out the phone from his trouser pocket, glanced at it, it was Yang Muyi calling, and then pressed the connect button.

From the other end of the phone came Yang Muyi's warm smile in early spring, "Xiao Lang, are you busy today? If not, let's go shopping!" He seemed to speak more vigorously, "Tomorrow I will go to the army for military training. I'm so excited just thinking about it...Xiao Ran, are you listening?"

Only then did Mo Lang come to his senses, "Well, I'm free, and I just want to go out and buy a backpack."

"Okay, in half an hour, wait on the market street!" A clear and hearty voice came from my ear, and I felt much happier listening to it.

"Ok."

After Mo Lang hung up the phone, he went to the closet and took a set of relatively small fresh grass green short-sleeved cotton shirts, and a pair of dark blue cropped pants, put them on the shoe rack in front of the door I chose a pair of pure black casual sneakers, combed back my oblique bangs with a comb in front of the mirror, and fixed them with hairspray, exposing my forehead, making me appear more energetic, with outstanding temperament and personable manner.

It took about 20 minutes to walk to the market street. I thought I had arrived early, but Yang Muyi was already waiting for him under the scorching sun with two cups of pearl milk tea in his hands.

Mo Lang strode up behind Yang Muyi, reached out and patted his shoulder lightly, "Mu Yi, why did you come so early?!"

Hearing the voice, Yang Muyi turned around and saw that it was Mo Lang, his two clear eyes curled up in laughter, "It's not that early, I just arrived." The smile on his face just faded away After some time, I reached out and handed the pearl milk tea in my hand to Mo Lang, "Come, your favorite drink."

Mo Lang stared at Yang Muyi for a long time, then reached out to take the pearl milk tea with a surprised expression on his face, "Why would you think of buying me pearl milk tea?"

"You! My love for it has remained unchanged for 100 years. As your best friend, how could I not know it? That would be really inferior to me!" Mo Lang saw Yang Muyi raised his brows lightly, his eyes full of tears. With firm eyes, I felt more and more panicked in my heart, lowered my eyelids slightly, and said lightly: "But I...but I don't know what you like..."

Yang Muyi didn't say anything, just smiled at him calmly, put his hands on his shoulders, and walked forward, into the crowded market street.

They went to the "Moon Department Store" and walked around the "Moon Department Store" for a few times. Yang Muyi bought two sets of sunglasses and gave one of them to Mo Lang. Mo Lang was forced by Yang Muyi to try them on in front of the mirror. Sunglasses, Mo Lang, who is 177 cm tall, is tall and long, with a well-proportioned body, three to seven, and his face is like a crown jade. The delicate and soul-stirring facial features are like finely carved white jade, shining even more under the sun. Brilliant, dazzling.

Although a pair of jet-black sunglasses covered Mo Lang's charming peach blossom eyes, his sword-like eyebrows, his nose as high as a snow mountain, the tip of his nose, the lower lip and his chin had some teenage mustaches, and his Yang Muyi, who was standing by the side, looked at the cherry-tender lips without blinking, and was fascinated. "Mu Yi, what's the matter? I've already told you that I don't look good in it. You just don't believe me."

On the side, a few student-like little girls were holding a rice cent red peaked cap, and they were staring at Mo Lang in a daze as if they saw hundred-dollar bills floating in the sky.Mo Lang turned his face sideways, took off his sunglasses and put them on the bridge of his nose, raised his eyebrows and said to Yang Muyi, "Why don't you talk, I told you not to buy it."

Yang Muyi was dazzled by the flash reflected by the mirror, rubbed his eyelids tightly, came back to his senses, and looked at the girls around his age who were all taking pictures with their mobile phones.He paused for a moment, then turned around and smiled like a spring breeze, "No, you're very handsome! Look at the girls around you and they will all be defeated by your stunning looks."

Mo Lang unconsciously looked in the direction Yang Muyi was pointing at, and several little girls lowered their heads with flushed faces, blushing like little ladies on a wedding night.

Yang Muyi put his hands on Mo Lang's shoulders, and went to the cashier to pay. The proprietress was still young, with a spring breeze blowing across her face, the stream was light, the grass was overgrown, and the dead wood branches were blooming flowers. The girl's heart was pounding. He said, "You two handsome guys, I will give you these two sunglasses as my sister, no money."

Yang Muyi endured it for a long time, but he still couldn't hold back his burst of laughter. He took Mo Lang's arm and walked out of the small shop.Among the few little girls, there was one who was braver. After holding back for a long time, she still plucked up the courage to walk to Mo Lang's side. Mimosa folded her leaves and lowered her head, "Brother, this is my mobile phone number. If so, let's make friends..." She stuffed the note into Mo Lang's hand, then turned her head every three steps, and turned around every five steps with a smile to sneak a peek at Mo Lang.

Yang Muyi stretched out his hand and gave Mo Lang a thumbs up, "Brother, I never expected you to be 40 years old and 16 years old! How did you do it, teach me too!"

Mo Lang twitched the corners of his mouth, shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, and continued to walk forward with strides.Yang Muyi rushed up, opened his lips and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore, okay!" Several boys walking aside also turned their heads to look at Mo Lang, and Mo Lang looked up. Their eyes were wide open, and they all looked down, all of them lowered their heads in a cowardly manner.

In a store that specializes in bags, Mo Lang took a fancy to a dark blue mountaineering backpack. The style is novel and unique, like a wandering cloud. Open from both sides, the entire backpack can be spread out, and the capacity is large. , You can put all the luggage you take to the army in it, and then close your arms, the whole backpack is like a cloud, which is both practical and beautiful.

When Mo Lang was still thinking about whether to buy it, Yang Muyi took the backpack over, walked to the cashier counter, took out his bank card and handed it to the cashier, "I want this backpack." He was a bit domineering Not as gentle as usual, but a little more wild and uninhibited.

"Thank you sir, the total is 999 yuan." The credit card machine quickly printed the receipt. "Mu Yi, don't buy it." Mo Lang hurried forward to stop Yang Muyi.

Yang Muyi smiled at him, "It's okay, I gave you this bag. You must cherish it!" Mo Lang stared blankly, where can he find such a good friend? !

After the two of them finished shopping, they came to a restaurant. As soon as they walked in, Yang Muyi saw an acquaintance. He pointed to Mo Lang and said, "Xiao Lang, your buddy Ruolin is sitting there. Otherwise, how about we go over and set up a table?"

Mo Lang glanced at Pu Ruolin from a distance, reached out and pulled Yang Muyi who was about to walk over, and waved his hand, "No, didn't you see a girl sitting opposite him? It should be his girlfriend, let's not I'm going to disturb them." After Mo Lang finished speaking, he looked at Yang Muyi with fixed eyes, the water in his clear eyes was slightly rippling, he didn't say anything, but he thought in his heart, "I, Mo Lang, are the best in my life. The only friend is you, Yang Muyi, there is no one else besides you."

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Mo Lang and Yang Muyi walked to the other side of the restaurant and sat at a small round table in an elegant seat. Just after ordering food, Pu Ruolin walked towards them holding the hand of the girl beside him.

"Xiao Lang, why are you out to play today?" Pu Ruolin walked to Mo Lang's side, bent slightly, and clasped his hands on Mo Lang's shoulders, extremely intimate.

Mo Lang pulled the corner of his mouth and gave him a shallow smile.Yang Muyi murmured a few words into Mo Lang's ear, then took his girlfriend's hand and left.

Seeing Pu Ruolin leave, Yang Muyi moved his body forward, with a slightly surprised expression on his face, "Xiao Lang, why are you ignoring Pu Ruolin?" He testified and continued, "Where did he go before you, Wherever you go, you follow like a shadow, like a sticky piece of chewing gum like clothes and pants."

Mo Lang's eyes blinked slightly, and he couldn't figure out why later generations would stalk a straight man so much that he committed suicide because of love and fell from a high building to hang himself on the southeast branch. It's worth it, looking at Park Ruolin's attitude now, it seems that Park Ruolin never knew that the future generations loved him deeply.

does it worth?Or is it not worth it?No one but future generations can answer this question.Isn't it normal for Zhou Yu and Huang Gai to be willing to fight and suffer?Liu Bei and Zhuge, the one who never let go of the cold winter, and the other who devoted his life's efforts, even if they could not rule the world, they still took advantage of the wind to raise their sails, and there was no turning back when they opened their bows.

"Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang." Yang Muyi stretched out his hand and pushed Mo Lang's shoulder before he came back to his senses, "Why is Xiao Lang so indifferent to Ruo Lin now?" After sighing deeply, he said: "When you get along with others, the most important thing is to be honest; when you make friends, the most important thing is to know each other; to clink glasses with your confidantes, the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water."

After Yang Muyi heard this, he stretched out his hand to scratch his short hair, he was really confused with fifteen buckets in his head to fetch water.

After finishing the meal, Yang Muyi took Mo Lang to the most famous game hall in City A. Just as he stepped into the game hall with one foot, he was greeted by the smoky and harmful white smoke of Nicotine. The game hall was full of blinding eyes. The laser light pierced Mo Lang's eyelids tightly, and he didn't even want to open them. Almost all the men passing by had a cigarette in their mouths, and their blue hair was dyed gold, purple, White, green, red... all kinds of colors, it seems that they want to mix with the rhythm of the Nine Wars.

Mo Lang was choked by the smell of smoke and coughed several times. Yang Muyi hurriedly took Mo Lang's hand to a place where the smell of smoke was relatively light. Yang Muyi bought 30 coins, and the two of them sat on a "Three Kingdoms" In front of the game console, Yang Muyi told Mo Lang the rules of the game, as well as the tricks used by each character and so on.

"Do you understand?" Yang Muyi raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Well... I should understand." Mo Lang's clear and clear eyes flashed a bright light, as if he was looking forward to it.

"Then who do you want to choose? Is it Zhuge Liang, or Guan Yu and Zhang Fei?"

Mo Lang waved his hand, "I don't want any, I want Diao Chan! Didn't she be said to be one of the four beauties in China for 5000 years? I want to use her!"

Yang Muyi was almost knocked down by lightning. There are many people who will use Diao Chan in "Three Kingdoms War", but I really didn't expect that there are others because she is one of the four beauties... "Xiao Lang, could it be that you only value the appearance and not the connotation?" ?”

Mo Lang looked sideways at the serious Yang Muyi, pursed his lips and shook his head, "I only care about how to win this game."

In the first level, Mo Lang used Diao Chan's character to hide behind Yang Muyi's Zhao Yun character. After pressing a few times, he knew which was a fist and which was a flying kick. Moved out from behind Zhao Yun, and began to slash and kill the young general.

"Kill! Kill! Kill..." Yang Muyi pulled his throat and shouted while frantically shaking the game controller. He looked sideways at Mo Lang, and then said: "Xiao Lang, don't worry about those sandbags first, we need to concentrate our force now All these little soldiers were killed!"

After beating hard on a pile of sandbags for decoration for quite some time, Diao Chan moved to fight with Zhao Yun to kill the traitors.

Soon, they came to the first juncture and fought with Sun Ji. Diao Chan vomited blood several times by the weapon spinning back and forth in Sun Ji's hand, and her health dropped sharply, "Xiao Lang, you go up there first Dodge for a while, let me fight." Zhao Yun rushed over, picked up Sun Ji with a spear, and then killed Sun Ji with a unique move, Hot Wheels, while Diao Chan was hitting a small doll... the word is A Dou !

Playing the game was not fun that day. Diao Chan was given an inhumane long knife in the second level by a strong man holding a gear. The knife picked up a three-foot-long light and pierced the intestines to death. The death was too horrible to bear to look at .

Then they went to the dancing game machine to follow the rhythm and swayed left and right on the dancing machine, sometimes forming a fan shape and dancing around their shoulders in an arc. The amazing rhythm attracted the attention of game fans around them, and followed the music "Swing together" swayed on the dance machine, especially Mo Lang, he was handsome, tall and tall, with a charming charm in his eyebrows and eyes, which made many men of the same sex around him seem to see the hundred-yuan red bill from the sky. Flying down, stunned, itching unbearably.

That night, most of the brothers in the [-]th District of City A, the gang gathered by Jiuzhan, were all wearing black trench coats, cool black hats with rolled bottoms, and holding a shiny silver sharp knife that was three feet long. , You can clearly hear the "rustling" sound of sharp knives behind the team.

In the dark night when the heavy rain fell, Qing. Whip of the Nine Wars and the "Fang Fang faction" was killed in a broken iron mine house in the abandoned area of ​​City A. A little moonlight was projected from the cracks in the broken tiles on the roof. Raindrops dripped down from the sky above the broken tiles continuously, and splashed a little water droplets on the edge of the black hat. In the chilling night, the air in the small broken tile house seemed to have stagnated, and even the sound of the heartbeat seemed to have stopped. It stopped, and only the sound of "tick-tick" raindrops could be heard, as well as the sound of footsteps and the sound of sharp knives scraping across the concrete floor. Zero sparks shot out from the tip of the knife, which was very eye-catching.

Jiu Zhan kicked open the dilapidated iron door with one foot, and projected a piercing cold light into the house from the crack of the door, as if there were thousands of sharp swords flying out of his eyes, directly killing the enemy to pieces, and the enemy within a hundred steps Seeing Jiu Zhan walking in wearing a black cloak, he timidly stepped back a few steps.

In the dilapidated tile-roofed house, Qing Whip didn't look sideways, and stared at Jiu Zhan coming from the heavy rain with the corners of his eyes flying sideways. Panicked dark light.

"Little brother Jiu Zhan, it's been a long time." Qing Bian cast a contemptuous look over his eyes, and the disdainful tone made people feel cold and cold, straight to freezing point.

Jiu Zhan raised the corner of his mouth and shook his head slightly. "Qing Whip, today is also the time to settle the account with you three months ago." After he finished speaking, his eyes projected ice edges from the extremely cold place, and he wished he could stick them into the green whip one by one. His crimes can be described as too numerous to write down, and his crimes cannot be punished.

The two looked at each other in dismay, sword, light and sword, leopard and lion fighting, although they died nine times without regrets, not to mention that Qing Whip villain used villain tricks to plot Jiu Zhan three months ago, the station of Nine Wars is bound to take Qing The Whip was uprooted, and the rivers and lakes were bloody. From then on, there will be no such person as Qing Whip. So far, people in the Jianghu will only know that the ruined area of ​​the Nine Wars has reached its peak again, and no one can stop it!

"Let's stop talking nonsense, you were the one who was betrayed by the second or fifth boy of the gang three months ago. You can't manage the people under you well. You can only blame yourself for being too cruel, and you can't even take care of one of your subordinates." Qingbian dusted Sleeves, standing up from the wooden chair, the 185 cm tall green whip, the originally handsome face was whipped with an indelible whip mark from a murder five years ago, and the black cloak was blown by the wind. Floating under the blow, his eyes were burning, and his eyes were full of hatred, standing in the crowd was very dazzling.

He reached out and touched the 15-centimeter-long scar on his left face, lifted his Adam's apple, the blue veins on his neck protruded, stared at Jiu Zhan, and said in a rough voice: "Do you remember this scar? Five years forward……"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Jiu Zhan raised the sharp knife in his hand. In the moonlight, the sharp knife was even more chilly. "Let's have a decisive battle!" After finishing speaking, the two looked at each other. All the while, raindrops poured down under the moon, thunder and lightning, mottled tree shadows, and strong winds.

"I will definitely repay this hatred. If someone hurts me a little, I will cut off his head and hurt me a little. I will wash his house with blood. If someone ruins my beautiful appearance, I will definitely torture him until he doesn't even recognize him." , and after he dies, he must be pulled out of the coffin, and the corpse will be whipped!" Although Qingbian's words were written with a knife, killing people without a trace, there was a soft light in his eyes, as if he was still interested in five years. The previous murder still haunts me.

In the blink of an eye, Qingbian and Jiu Zhan each held a long knife and rushed forward, splashing water where the black wooden boots passed, and the sound of "scratch scratch" rang in the ears.

The two knives crossed each other in a cross, and sparks radiated from the fierce metal contact. The faces of the two were cleft, looking fierce, and the hem of the clothes behind them fluttered wantonly in the wind like an open blanket.When they looked at each other, except for the area where the two bosses competed in a circle, the rest of the subordinates of the two gangs rushed forward and slashed with knives. The bloody scene was unbearable to look at.

At the critical moment, Mo Lang crossed behind Qingbian at a half-step pace, turned around and swung his right hand, pointing the cold sharp knife straight at Qingbian's neck, "If you surrender, I will let you go." Say these words from your mouth.

Qing Whip looked up to the sky and smiled, Mo Tan's eyes were full of disdain, he spat on Jiu Zhan's face, stared at Jiu Zhan with firm eyes, and snorted contemptuously, "If you want to kill, you can scratch it casually, I would rather die than beg for mercy from you bastard."