Lin Xian'er suddenly laughed and said, "No wonder Shangguan Jinhong asked you to kill me. It turns out that you are a Yin-Yang person - a Yin-Yang person who is neither male nor female."

Xiang Song stared at her coldly, with no expression on his face. After a long time, his eyes turned to A Fei and said one by one: "You'd better go out."

A Fei said: "Go out?"

Xiang Song said: "Do you still want to protect this bitch?"

A Fei's hand gradually dropped.

Xiang Song said, "So you'd better go out. When I kill her, you'd better not watch from the side."

A Fei said: "Why?"

Xiang Song smiled grimly and said, "Because if you look around, you will definitely vomit."

A Fei was silent and lowered his head.

Lin Xian'er's laughter had stopped. At this time, she could no longer laugh.

At this moment, A Fei had already taken action! A Fei's instinct had not disappeared. He chose the best opportunity. It's a pity that his reaction was slow and his physical strength had declined.

A golden light flashed and flew out like a meteor. Wood chips flew, and the stool foot in Ah Fei's hand had been smashed to pieces.

Xiang Song sneered: "I was ordered to kill her, not to kill you. I never want to be troubled, so you are still alive."

A Fei held two broken wooden bench feet tightly, like a drowning man holding his last glimmer of hope.

But what kind of hope is this? He was a murderer. He killed people, others killed him. But now, he can no longer kill people. Others are disdainful to kill him. This means that he is worthless in the eyes of others. He is dead or alive, and others don’t care about it.

"It's hard to get up by one person, but it's easy to fall."

A Fei suddenly remembered when he went to save Li Xunhuan, when he was duel with Jing Wuming, and when he was rescued by Han Wen... At that time, he should not be underestimated in the eyes of others.

But what about now?

That was only a few days ago, but now it is so far away that it is almost impossible to remember.

Xiang Song's voice seemed to be far away: "It's okay if you want to stay here, I want you to see what the real murder looks like."

Suddenly, someone slowly said, "Do you know how to kill? You are just afraid you are not worthy!"

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.........

The slow voice has neither high nor low nor emotional. Xiang Song is familiar with this sound. Only Jing Wuming speaks is this sound!

Jing Wuming!

Xiang Song looked back in horror and saw Jing Wuming! His clothes were worn and his expression seemed haggard. But his eyes - dead gray eyes, were still as cold as ice, enough to make anyone's blood coagulate.

Xiangsong avoided his eyes and saw his hand. His left hand was still hanging on cloth, and the color of his hand had turned dead gray, just like it had just stretched out from a coffin. This was a killer hand, but now it can only be disgusting.

Xiang Song smiled and said with a faint smile: "Although I don't know how to kill people, I can still kill them. Although Mr. Jing knows how to kill people, it's a pity that killing people is not with his mouth, but with his hands!"

Jing Wuming's pupils were shrinking again, staring at him, and said word by word: "You can't see my hand?"

Xiang Song said: "There are many kinds of hands, and what I see is not a murderous hand."

Jing Wuming said: "Do you think my right hand cannot kill people?"

Xiang Song smiled and said, "There are many kinds of people. Some people are easy to kill, while others are not easy."

Jing Wuming said: "Which type are you?"

Xiang Song suddenly lowered his face and said coldly: "The kind you can't kill."

His eyes were full of hatred, as if he was urging Jing Wuming to take action, and he wanted to find a reason to kill Jing Wuming. Jing Wuming suddenly laughed. Like Shangguan Jinhong, he laughed far more cruel and terrifying than when he didn't laugh. Xiang Song couldn't help but take a step back.

Jing Wuming said, "So you hate me?"

Xiangsong gritted his teeth and sneered: "I'm afraid there are very few people who don't hate you."

Jing Wuming said: "Do you want to kill me?"

Xiang Song said, "I'm not the only one who wants to kill you."

Jing Wuming said: "But why did you wait until now?"

Xiang Song said: "If you want to kill someone, you have to wait for an opportunity. You should understand this principle more than anyone else."

Jing Wuming said: "Do you think the opportunity has come now?"

Xiang Song said: "Not bad."

Jing Wuming suddenly sighed again and said, "It's a pity that I have a secret you don't know yet."

Xiang Song couldn't help asking, "What's the secret?"

Jing Wuming's gray eyes were sequestering his throat and he slowly said, "My right hand can kill people, and it's faster than the left hand!"

The word "fast" exited, and the sword had pierced into Xiang Song's throat! No one saw where the sword was pulled out, and he didn't see how the sword could pierce into Xiang Song's throat. He saw a flash of cold light, blood had entered and out, and only the sound of "Ge" was heard. Xiang Song's breathing had paused, and even his eyes were almost completely protruding.

The beads of the "Ghost Head Knife" and the "Sangmen Sword" also seemed to be about to protrude.

The two of them retreated step by step and retreated to the door.

Jing Wuming didn't look back at all and said coldly: "Since you have heard my secret, you still want to leave?"

Another cold light flashed!

Blood splattered, and under the light, it looked like a string of agate beads. It was so bright and so cute!

Good medicine is bitter, but poison is often sweet.

Things in the world are so strange - the most terrifying and ugliest thing. In a moment, they are often more beautiful than anything else and more cute than anything else.

Therefore, the sword light that kills people is always particularly bright, and the blood that just flows out is always particularly bright. So some people say: "Beauty is just a moment of feeling, and only reality is eternal."

"Real" will never have beauty.

The sharp sword of murder is the same as the kitchen knife. It is also iron. The problem is only whether you see it far-reachingly and thoroughly. However, some people say: "As long as I can grasp the beauty of that moment, it is enough. The eternal things will be left to eternity, and I don't have to pay attention to it."

Just a moment ago, Xiang Song was still the "Twin Meteors of the Wind and Rain" famous in the martial arts world. He was also the leader of the eighth branch of the "Money Gang". But now, he is just a dead person, no different from other dead people.

Jing Wuming looked at his body with his head down, and the expression on his face suddenly became very strange, just like the first time he saw a dead person. Is this because he could only feel the feeling of "death" until now? Is this because a person can only feel the feeling of death when he cares about the funeral?

Lin Xian'er finally breathed a long sigh.

She had been holding this breath for a long time, and she finally vomited it now.

She glanced at Jing Wuming, smiling as if she was not a smile, as if she was apologizing, and said softly: "I didn't expect you would come to save me."

Jing Wuming did not look up and said coldly: "Do you think I'm here to save you?"

Lin Xian'er nodded slowly and said, "Maybe I know what you mean."

Jing Wuming suddenly raised his head, stared at her, and said, "What do you know?"

Lin Xian'er said: "You come to save me just because Shangguan Jinhong wants to kill me."

Jing Wuming stared at her.

Lin Xian'er said: "You hate him, so as long as it is what he wants to do, you will destroy it."

Jing Wuming still stared at her.

Lin Xian'er sighed and said, "Until now, I finally knew you, and I realized that Shangguan Fei was also killed by you."

Jing Wuming's eyes suddenly moved away, moved to the sword in his palm, and slowly said, "You know too much."

Lin Xian'er suddenly laughed again and said, "I know you will never kill me, because if you kill me, wouldn't it be just as Shangguan Jinhong's wish?" She smiled sweetly, and then said, "You will not only not kill me, but also take me away, right?"

Jing Wuming said, "Take you away?"

Lin Xian'er said: "Because you can't let me die at Shangguan Jinhong's hands, and you don't want me to reveal your secrets, so you have to take me away."

Her voice was even gentler and she said, "I am willing to follow you, and I will follow you wherever you want."

Jing Wuming was silent for a long time, and suddenly looked up at A Fei. He seemed to have only discovered that there was such a person as A Fei until now.

But A Fei seemed to have forgotten his existence.

Lin Xian'er also glanced at A Fei, then suddenly walked over, saliva heavily on his face.

She didn't say anything more. She didn't need to say anything anymore. Lin Xian'er finally followed Jing Wuming.

Ah Fei didn't move.

Dry saliva.

Ah Fei didn't move.

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.........

"Hello!";

After walking for a long time, in the dark night, two words suddenly sounded. Lin Xian'er was not frightened, but felt like falling into an ice cave, because she was very familiar with this sound, and she was one of the people she hated the most! She looked ahead with a trembling body: "Han...wen!"

Suddenly there was a thunder in the sky. Han Wen looked up at the sky, sighed, and said, "It's going to rain, it's time to leave!"

Jing Wuming walked slowly and rhythmically behind Han Wen, without a trace of expression, and Lin Xian'er's last glimmer of hope was shattered!
To be continued...