Slag Gong accuses Bai Yueguang of being chaotic and abandoned

Mo Xiaofeng stepped out of the back door of the bar, and pushed the door back hard.

The iron door couldn't close, and he opened it again wobbly. He kicked it back, and the lock cylinder finally got stuck, and the world was quiet for a while.

It's too noisy in there, and the fight scenes are like that.It was a mess, causing Xiaofeng a real headache.

The white shirt was paired with a black vest, and even the trousers were all black. It was true that the bartender's shirt was dirty, but there was something on the back of the hand, which was very obvious on the white palm.

Mo Xiaofeng took out a handkerchief and wiped it, his skin was rubbed red.

He took off his glasses and rubbed between his eyebrows, reached out and took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, and put it in his mouth with a flick of his wrist.

Slowly puffing out the first puff of smoke rings, but the restless emotions in the body did not get much relief.

Mo Xiaofeng leaned against the iron gate with one hand in his pocket, puffing out the clouds. He looked up at the night sky at this moment.

The night in the early morning is so dark, you can't see the stars, and even the overhead is a scene that can only be seen in the depths of the alley.

The square sky is a long line, just like his life, a frog at the bottom of a well is trapped here by countless high walls.

Will the sky on the roof be the same as here?

What kind of smell is mixed in the blowing wind?

At least it should be different from the smell of the manhole and the rotten smell of dead rats in the nose at this time.

The thoughts in Mo Xiaofeng's mind became more and more weird, even he was out of tune with the world.

It has been two years since I came to Jiangyu, and the difference between here and the imperial capital is really quite big.

Without fast-paced spurs, life is just like old age, with no waves, as if everything started silently and finally drowned in a stagnant water.

Apart from going to school on weekdays, Mo Xiaofeng just sang and sang in his uncle's theater. This bar only found a part-time job half a year ago. In fact, it was just for fun and a change of mood.

Mo Xiaofeng just looked up at the roof of the building above. No one knew what he was thinking. Like a shadow, his whole body was integrated into the darkness, leaving only a little fire that could be extinguished at any time.

"boom!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise not far away, echoing in the silent alley, the sound was infinitely amplified and spread far away.

In the quiet night, it seemed so abrupt.

Mo Xiaofeng was brought back to his thoughts, he bit his cigarette holder and turned his head to look.

A distressed figure appeared at the entrance of the alley.

The man knocked over the trash can at the entrance of the alley, got up again and again, staggered on his feet, didn't run a few steps, and fell to the ground again, still covering his stomach with his hands, and kept looking back.

The man was running away, unfortunately, he was still heading in the direction where Xiaofeng was.

There are many footsteps chasing him behind him, from far to near, the distance is very close.

Tsk, it's troublesome.

Xiaofeng turned his head to look at that direction, he didn't move his feet, he didn't even change the action of smoking, he didn't intend to get involved in these troubles.

My life is already in a mess, there is no need to sink deeper.

But night is like this, things that cannot be done during the day, all monsters and monsters will come out at night.

He is not a bodhisattva who saves suffering, so there is no need to be contaminated with these.

Not to mention that this is at the door of the bar where he works, there is no benefit for a penny, he is crazy to meddle in these nosy affairs.

"Quick! There he is! Don't let him get away!"

"stop!"

"Dog! You can't run away!"

One after another shouted and cursed in the back alley, the man fled even faster, and within a few seconds he arrived in front of Mo Xiaofeng, but for some reason, he staggered and fell in front of him!

Yo, what a coincidence?Shoot TV?

Even the landing position is so dramatic, as if he would be a hero to save the beauty.

"Ah?"

Mo Xiaofeng bit his cigarette holder and couldn't help but look at the guy on the ground with a broken smile, raised his eyebrows, and even the corners of his mouth curled up.

Hong Tingyun suddenly heard the movement, and when he turned his head, he could see the trouser legs in the dark. The light in the back alley was already terrible, and this man was as creepy as a ghost standing here.

"Fuck!"

Hong Tingyun's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously moved aside.

The fact that such a large living person appeared here out of thin air, everyone had to be shocked.

Mo Xiaofeng didn't move, he bit his cigarette holder and looked at the other party with his hands in his pockets, while Hong Tingyun looked up against the light, but when he looked up, he could only vaguely see that it was a human figure, and he couldn't see anything else clearly.

Hong Tingyun was wearing a dark shirt, which was dirty and covered with a lot of mud, the sleeves were torn in several places, and his hair was sticking to his forehead like it was drenched in rain. His whole body seemed to be wet. There was a smell of alcohol.

There were several bruises on one face, and the corners of the mouth were also torn. The original seven-point appearance was now only two points, which was given by those eyes.

I have to say, in such a dark environment, these eyes are really beautiful.

Like an owl at night, even if it is only a faint light at this time, there is still a divine light in those eyes, tenacious and unyielding, with an unyielding energy, as deep as obsidian.

Xiaofeng looked at each other, and Hong Tingyun also looked at him.Killing intent, precautions, but more to explore, Mo Xiaofeng couldn't tell what it was like when he was hit by such a gaze.

Hong Tingyun couldn't see Xiaofeng's appearance clearly, but some people were born with an aura, indifferent, indifferent, and strangers should not enter.

Every item is incompatible with the place he is at this time, like a hungry wolf hiding in the dark waiting for its prey, strong and disdainful, even three feet away, he can still feel the hostility of the other party.

The two just stared at each other, each wondering what the other was thinking at this moment.

"stop!"

"He's there!"

"See where you escape!"

The pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer, Hong Tingyun clutched his stomach and struggled to get up, but it seemed that he lost too much blood and fell into a brief faint, and fell towards Mo Xiaofeng!

He could hardly stand up anymore, subconsciously grabbed Xiaofeng's clothes to stabilize his figure, like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood, and exhausted all his strength.

Being so close, Hong Tingyun could smell Xiaofeng's body, mixed with the faint woody fragrance, it was a strong bloody smell.

But here and now, this smell made him feel much more at ease.

By coincidence, Hong Tingyun spoke to Mo Xiaofeng.

He said, save me.

He leaned on Xiaofeng's body, as if asking for help from Satan in hell, even if the price was to enshrine his own soul.

This is human nature. At the moment of death, the desire to survive is closer to instinct than any reason.

The smoke from Mo Xiaofeng's mouth fell, landed on Hong Tingyun's wrist, and fell to the ground again.

A sheet of sparks traced out a trail in the darkness, fell into the puddle below, and went out.

"Brother... I can't do it anymore, save me, help me..."

A hoarse voice escaped from his mouth, with irregular panting, as if he was going to hang up in the next second.

But every word in it is what Mo Xiaofeng has suppressed in his heart for so many years, and has always wanted to say but never opened his mouth.

It was easy to ask for help, but there was nowhere for him to confide.

No one can save him, he just doesn't let himself go.

Hong Tingyun's forehead was broken, his face was covered with blood, he just looked at Mo Xiaofeng begging.

Even if he thought of this scene many years later, Xiaofeng himself didn't know what state of mind he was in at that time.

Being regarded as a good person like the last straw, in fact, he is just a psychopath with bloody hands and killing heart.

Mo Xiaofeng didn't speak, but slowly took out his trouser pocket, and took out a coin from it.

Open the palm of your hand, unlike ordinary coins, the pattern on the upward side of the coin is a four-leaf clover.

It is the face of the "Sheng" brand.

Mo Xiaofeng sighed and looked at the other party again.

Hong Tingyun couldn't help looking back, frowning, his eyes were full of light, he looked like the kind of guy who had trouble written all over his face.

Seeing that Xiaofeng didn't move, Hong Tingyun gently let go of his hand, wanting to back away, as if he didn't want to implicate him.

Ke Xiaofeng's eyes curled up, he grabbed Hong Tingyun's wrist and dragged him back, then gently raised his arm to help him to the ground behind him next to the door.

Hong Tingyun looked at him in surprise, the two changed positions, and with the help of the weak light, he could see Xiaofeng's face clearly.

It seems to be different from what he imagined. This person is only in his early twenties, and his appearance is very handsome. The hand holding his wrist is full of strength like a pliers. Happy, but his eyes were full of indifference.

The corner of Mo Xiaofeng's mouth twitched with a hint of sarcasm, but Hong Tingyun didn't think it was a smiling expression at all.

He said, ok, but it is not a low fee to ask me to do something.

Hong Tingyun was taken aback for a moment, as if he was very surprised that Mo Xiaofeng said such a thing, but when he met his eyes and saw his eyes full of confidence and arrogance, he couldn't help laughing, and let go of his fingers as if they were discouraged. On the iron gate.

"Okay! You can kill them all, and you can spend as much money as you want!"

Hong Tingyun was a bit self-defeating, and just raised his head and looked at Xiaofeng mockingly, but he was laughing at himself more, as if he was crazy, and would pin his hopes on such a guy.

Mo Xiaofeng frowned, stuffed the glasses in his hand into his pocket, walked out from the darkness, and looked at the seven or eight guys with sharp weapons getting closer and closer, his tone was very embarrassed.

Killing is not good, he said.

Gang fights have always been a life-and-death situation. It really happened once in a thousand years, and someone actually told him, "It's not good to kill people"?

Hong Tingyun laughed for a moment, he held his bruised stomach from the beating, it hurt so bad even taking two more breaths, but he couldn't bear the joke.

Those people were sent by rival gangs to arrest him. He managed to escape, but was blocked here by the gang.

In fact, people on both sides knew that if they let him go back alive, they must be the ones who died.

But it seems that at the end of laughing at others, he himself became a joke.

He watched the handsome figure pointing to the ground, flew forward, and hit one of the kidnappers with his arm, that person flew out like a sandbag!

This is the "Iron Mountain Back" of Bajiquan! ?

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The author has something to say:

This article is about the story of Mo Xiaofeng and Hong Tingyun.

Belongs to one of the derivatives of the Sky Demon series.

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Hang a pre-acceptance of the second book "Innocence" metaphysics Wen Tianyao series fourth

A long time ago, the master said: love is something you can't touch, a twisted melon is not sweet

Ye Qingzhou remembers

But when he obediently sat on the ghost lair alone and suppressed an underlord

A special guest came to his cafe

Others are either evil or blessed, but Shan Zhuo is clean and nothing

He looked at him, and he looked at him, love at first sight

Afterwards, the overbearing boss often brought his cubs to his cafe, and asked him every day if he wanted to date him for a try.

He thought a little bit, but what Master said was still fresh in his memory.

While Ye Qingzhou was still struggling, the cute little boy was cast into witchcraft again and again

He said that the relationship problem can be put aside for now, but he must be a professional in ghost control

A strong Yin master will never allow a cat or a dog to challenge his professional authority

Ye Qingzhou made a move!

The violent Ye Qingzhou made himself stand in front of Shan Zhuo covered in blood, he was very disturbed

Will he hate me for looking like this?Such a terrifying appearance, probably turned around and ran away in fright

In the end, Shan Zhuo held the cub with one hand and held him in his arms with the other, and he was so frightened that he cried!

Don't leave me, don't leave me, I'm afraid!

Well, it turns out that Master didn't finish his sentence.

The twisted melon is not sweet, but it quenches your thirst, you can still taste the bitterness of love!

[Story flow, the urban retirement life of the ghost master]

[Gentle CEO who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods vs. innocent boss Shou who chases evil and exorcises ghosts]