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Volume 8 Golden Lotus and Phoenix Head Chapter 2016 Endless Killing!

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    Life is a flowering without leaving any room. In the morning, you can sing to your heart's content; at noon, it blooms gorgeously; when the sun sets, it is soul-stirring.

    Such a life is worth recalling, and such a life is even more worthy of admiration.

    Snowflakes were scattered on the old man's head and shoulders, and the Tibetan knife held tightly in his hand was stained with red blood drops. Echoing the waving flag, it was the blood soaked in the snow, a huge human head.  , a knife edge as big as a bowl, a piece of snow that was reflected red.

    Xiao Sheng, who was stunned there, looked at the head that was missing from his body, and was not disturbed by what he saw. It was not that he was used to such scenes, but that he saw the expression on the head.  The last moment is blooming, blooming.

    The tightly closed eyes, the raised corners of the mouth, and the eclectic gray-blond hair all looked so dazzling, and there was a bit of relief in the desolation.

    The fate of a soldier, the last faith, and the glory that is too late to enjoy.

    At this moment, Xiao Sheng seemed to understand that the relationship between the old man and Karl had no so-called hatred, let alone the so-called flash of swords, but only the endless resonance and inner ups and downs.

    There were as many as ten Tibetan knives inserted into the corpse, none of which hit the vital point directly. What really took away the old man's life was the knife in a different place on the body, inserted straight into the knight's sword in the snow, as if it was covered in dust.  There were too many words that Karl wanted to express. In this short but long time, the old man gave him the opportunity, but he gave up the opportunity without hesitation.

    More than ten years of intrigue, more than ten years of hypocrisy, and more than ten years of daring. In this environment where there are no absolute enemies, they once joined hands, but in the end they ended up fighting each other.

    It is sad, even more desolate, and it is also the best interpretation of life.

    'Hey,' the Tibetan knife left his hand again, passed through the window, and flew into the house. The miserable cry and the relief of the old man leaving the hospital formed a completely different scene. The old man turned around slowly and gently  Xiao Sheng waved his hand without saying a word. Xiao Sheng, who knew it, held the Tibetan knife tightly, walked on the snow, and rushed into the house. The knife rose and fell. When he walked out of the room again, he was holding the knife in his hand.  , it was the blond man who gave the three of them too much danger in the forest.

    At this time, the old man was sitting in the snow, holding a bag of sheepskin wine flask in his hand. The strong wine was spread all over the blood-stained snow. Finally, he raised it to his forehead and whispered:

    "Have a good trip, old friend."

    On the mountain path with snowflakes flying all over the sky, two figures walked towards the far end along the way they came. Behind them, the newly added grave was instantly covered with snowflakes, and the iron-cutting tool  The clay-like knight's sword is stuck in front of the grave. Maybe many years later, someone discovers this place and will pull out the sword without hesitation. But what can never be pulled away is the resonance that the two had.  .

    The closer he got to home, the slower the old man's steps became. When he was walking side by side with Xiao Sheng, who had not spoken for a long time, the old man suddenly stood there, looking up at the falling snowflakes, and humming softly.  road:

    "You know, I have been giving him opportunities. I never drink alone. When he came home to get saffron, he actually knew your existence. We could have gone straight to his house, but I still chose this route.  A longer trail.

    The secret whistle you killed was his last attachment. He was a genius, known as the most outstanding hypnotist in the Holy See in the past twenty years. You must know that they not only rely on their personal abilities, but are also accustomed to using the so-called  The 'mental power' stimulates the most cutting-edge abilities in the body. A good hypnotist is equivalent to an assembly line.

    Every few years, the Holy See will send trained believers here, who will stimulate the blood in their bodies, some in the eyes, some in certain parts of the body, day after day, year after year.  .

    "The secret whistle you killed was not outstanding in terms of personal ability, but he inherited Karl's mantle. Killing him would be equivalent to destroying the hope of the Holy See for ten years.  "Speaking of this, the old man pursed his lips, as if suppressing the trembling in his heart. When his mood eased, he continued:

    "I'm not a complete soldier. I have selfish motives and I can't bear to kill him. He is the old squad leader. Decades after he left, he is my only close friend, but he is also an enemy. His true strength is more than that.  , if I really wanted to give it a try, I would have defeated him, but I would have won miserably, but he sheathed his sword. When the confrontation was most exciting, he sheathed his sword and put away his greatest strength.  ,, go crazy.

    ¡°Boy, do you know that I am hostile to you, because your arrival is Old Man Nalan¡¯s ultimatum to me. In the past, when we were at peace with the Holy See, his existence was translucent and we could share it.??, but as his boss's final plan draws closer, he does not allow, nor does he want, another genius who can mass-produce capital for external forces to exist.

    I hope that this will help you truly understand what the Holy See¡¯s strength relies on, not just capital and personal ability, but also the so-called ¡®alienation¡¯.  "After saying this, the old man patted Xiao Sheng's shoulder. Just as he was about to leave, Xiao Sheng suddenly said:

    "Uncle, is Zhi Rong" When he heard the word 'Zhi Rong', kindness and warmth flashed in the old man's eyes, and he grinned in a rare way and said softly:

    "Girl, when you were five years old, you were brought to me by Mr. Qiao. You were trained in the forest in front, and she stayed here with me, this old guy. Her talent is good, but she is not the best. I know her skills.  Why so fast?"

    "Hypnosis, alienation." Hearing this, the old man smiled and nodded.

    "During our confrontation just now, did you have an immersive feeling, as if you were the protagonist in the scene, and every move I made seemed to be made by you yourself, including against the dark side?  The use of strength, the understanding of fighting skills, and the handling of details in life and death." Xiao Sheng was suddenly startled when he heard this, and stared at the old man beside him. Before Xiao Sheng could speak, the old man said softly:

    "Ten swords, I used ten swords to save his life, but he used this time to 'hurry up' for you. This is a blessing from him, and it is also a gift to me, which has lasted for more than ten years.  , just like I couldn¡¯t bear to kill him.

    This is why, before the confrontation, I will reveal your surname, Nalan, remember, this surname is not only useful in the country, but also in any battlefield where there is a top game, he is so easy to use.  , which will benefit you a lot throughout your life.

    Of course, this surname will also bring you endless killings.  "
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