[Rat and cat derivative Gu Zhuo] The old moon is wrong

After an unknown amount of time, Zhuo Donglai suddenly said, "Mr. Ji, do you really think I don't recognize you?"

The white-headed musician has been standing in the haze between the light and the darkness, the light is also hazy, and the people are also hazy.The little girl with braids was also standing beside him with her pipa in her arms. There was neither sadness nor fear on her pale face. I don't know if it was because she couldn't see anything or because she had already Totally numb.The white-headed musician held Dongxiao in one hand and supported her shoulder with the other, with no expression on his face.

"Mr. Ji, three stars kill you, two steps of changing shape, one trick. Your disguise is indeed brilliant, and your means are even better,"

The white-headed musician actually spoke: "Thank you for the compliment, thank you very much."

"Mr. Ji, you want Wu Wan to perform the Butterfly Dance. In an instant, you will destroy the fighting spirit of the Hall Master Zhu and Sima Chaoqun of the Lion Hall. You did really well in this move."

"Thank you very much."

"The white-headed musician accompanied his charming little granddaughter to sing on the street. No one would pay close attention to this blind white-haired old man. So you pretended to be him and brought his granddaughter here. The blind man's song is used to cover up Wu Wan's dance, and her dance is used to attract the attention of others. Although no one can distinguish the appearance of the white-headed musician, his singing is far beyond yours. It can be distinguished. It's just that under the quiet situation at that time, no one would pay attention to it."

"You're right, that's exactly what I think."

"Mr. Ji, you are really a talent, a great talent, I have always admired you." Zhuo Donglai's gentle and polite voice suddenly changed again, and he said again in his unique tone. "But you really shouldn't have handed over your extinct needle to Wu Wan. You really did something wrong in this matter."

Mr. Ji sighed, and sighed in a voice full of sadness and regret: "I admit that I was wrong, although I never thought that Wu Wan would use it to deal with Sima. I should have thought that Mr. Zhuo would definitely use this The bill is on me. Luckily I still have a few tubes of my own."

His voice was very low, as if he was telling a secret in his heart to a close friend.Zhuo Donglai had to listen carefully to hear it.While he was listening, Mr. Ji's needles had already been shot out, from the sleeves of his hands and the hole in his hand respectively. These three needles were enough to seal off all Zhuo Donglai's escape routes. .

A tube of three needles is enough to kill the soul, let alone three tubes?What's more, its needle barrel and machine are specially designed, and its speed is much faster than most hidden weapons in the world.

It's a pity that Zhuo Donglai's knife is faster: "Mr. Ji, since I can avoid Wu Wan, why do you have to repeat the old trick?"

"Mr. Zhuo, you are indeed better than me and everyone else. You should succeed. From now on, I will never betray you again. What do you want me to do? Whatever you want me to do. "

Zhuo Donglai nodded: "I don't want you to do anything, I just want you to do the simplest thing. This is something that everyone can do."

Mr. Ji's pupils suddenly contracted, and he took two steps back unconsciously.

Zhuo Donglai said word by word: "I want you to die, this is the price you have to pay."

Death is indeed a very simple matter sometimes.Mr. Ji died soon, and when the light of the knife in Zhuo Donglai's palm started to shine again, he died.With a flash of the knife, it stabbed his throat.

Zhu Meng and Sima have not moved, and have been very silent.They were by no means such people, and such a situation must have made their blood boil and their arms raised wildly.But they didn't move, everything was like a spear piercing the heart.

Why did Wu Wan do this?Is it for revenge?Or to protect yourself?When a person does something wrong, but blames others for the cause of the mistake, instead of feeling remorse in his heart, he is full of hatred, and wants to take revenge on others.A person protects himself by hurting others because he has done something wrong. If he does not love, he will hate. If he loves too much, he will become hate. There is only a thin line between love and hate.Is it love or hate?Can anyone tell the difference?Who can figure out such a thing?After all, who is protecting whom, and who is hurting whom?

Zhu Meng suddenly laughed wildly: "Sima Chaoqun, you should have died. That bastard Zhuo Donglai really shouldn't have saved you; because you are a hopeless idiot."

Sima turned to look at Zhu Meng, and asked, "What about you?"

"I'm more damned than you. I've wanted to give someone else's head for a long time, but it's a pity that others don't want it." Zhu Meng suddenly looked up and smiled again: "What joy is there in life for a man, and what fear is there in death? The meaning of these two sentences, I Zhu Meng didn't finally understand until today. Sima Chaoqun, Gao Jianfei, I, Zhu Meng, can make friends with you two, and my death is not wronged."

Speaking of this, he suddenly picked up the sword that Gongsun Baojian had fallen on the ground with his toes, grabbed it with one hand, hooked his arms around the back of his neck, as long as his hand was strong, his head would fall to the ground.But his hand was already held by Xiao Gao; Sima held the edge of the sword at the same time, with a sound of "ding", the sword had been snapped off by him.

Gao Jianfei squeezed Zhu Meng's hand tightly: "The two sentences you just said are also wrong. A man is born in this world, if he wants to live, he must live happily, and if he wants to die, he must die worthwhile. Today we Immortality will not only help you revive the Hall of Lions, but also rectify the Great Escort Bureau. We have a bright future, and there is still a lot to do. As long as we are still alive, we must never say the word 'death' lightly."

Gao Jianfei's words full of fighting spirit made Sima and Zhu Meng have unprecedented fighting spirit, yes!They are still alive, they deserve to die long ago; the Lions Hall, the Great Escort, all the brothers are still waiting to continue working hard in the arena... As Zhuo Donglai said, his gun is riddled with holes no matter what, and he was born to die for these Brother, we must firmly support it.

Zhuo Donglai, who had been silent all this time, suddenly fell backwards. No one knew, but Zhuo Donglai knew that Mr. Ji's last needle of exorcism not only shot out the poisonous needle, but also shot out a colorless and odorless poisonous powder.Zhuo Donglai's knife could block the poisonous needle, but it couldn't block the poisonous powder; just now, he just forced it down, but after seeing Sima's rekindled fighting spirit, he finally collapsed.

"Donglai!" The moment Zhuo Donglai fell to the ground, Sima hugged him tightly.I hated him and annoyed him; but this person is also the closest to me, like a brother melted into my blood...

"Sorry, I promised to give you an explanation."

"You, Zhuo Donglai, have never done anything wrong to me, Sima Chaoqun. It was me... I thought tolerance would be good, but she pushed me into a dead end step by step..."

"As I said, great heroes always have to endure things that ordinary people can't bear." Zhuo Donglai smiled with relief, but it's a pity that he couldn't see that person in the end.

Zhu Meng couldn't help asking: "Zhuo Donglai, have you known Die Wu for a long time?"

"I need a woman who can make Zhu Meng not like Zhu Meng, and she just did it; that's all..."

Zhu Meng didn't ask any more questions, indeed, Die Wu did it; as for whether Zhuo Donglai knew Die Wu, it was meaningless when Die Wu died.

Dawn is approaching, making the lights gradually dim, and a milky white morning mist has risen in the barren mountains.Suddenly, an unfathomable person like fog appeared in the mist, holding a more mysterious box than him in his hand.Behind him was the same ancient sword soul, who was tricked by Zhuo Donglai; the big leader of Nanjiu Road had to be guarded against.If it wasn't for the strangeness that was noticed on the way...

Xiao Leixue took two steps forward, and touched Zhuo Donglai's face hesitantly; he is so outstanding, so outstanding, this is the younger brother he has never met... the younger brother born by his father to break the curse for him.What kind of mentality did the father take to lift him away from his mother's arms?And how could I forget, forget this almost as outstanding appearance as my mother?

Zhuo Donglai said with a wry smile: "Now, I'm interested in your face...the way you look at me is different from before; it's since the last time we met."

"..." Xiao Leixue took off the mask on his face, which made these heroes who are used to seeing the blood gasp; except for the eyes and mouth, the rest of the face seemed to have been burned.

Zhuo Donglai asked: "Is this the favor you owe the old man?"

"Yes, if it wasn't for him; I would have died a long time ago." Since the old man used his death to keep this secret, he didn't have to say it himself.Xiao Leixue said puzzledly: "I can understand your motivation to dismiss Gu Jianhun, why do you want to plot against me?"

Zhuo Donglai couldn't help laughing: "Without you following, that strategy would not be convincing."

"Zhuo Donglai! You bastard..." Gu Jianhun walked into Zhuo Donglai step by step, stretched out his hand to take the person in Sima's arms, it was the first time that Gu Jianhun hated Zhuo Donglai who did things so relentlessly, and he even plotted against himself...

Zhuo Donglai couldn't help but smile: "I am indeed, originally I decided that if the boss could come back to preside over the bodyguard bureau, I would go away with you... But he refused, I can only use myself to become the unparalleled hero in this world... ..."

Zhuo Donglai's words silenced everyone, Mr. Zhuo Da, who wanted to get the "Purple Qi Donglai", counted to the end, even himself.

"Don't be sad..." Zhuo Donglai vigorously raised his hand to wipe Gu Jianhun's teardrops.

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