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Someone coughed outside the door at this moment. This person was wearing a bamboo hat and leaning on a black crutch.

The moment Yang Kuo flew to the door frame, he took off the bamboo hat on his head.

The man on crutches has only one leg and a scar diagonally on his face.

This scar basically split his face in half.

The moment he saw Yang Kuo fall, the man's eyes didn't even move. He stared at Cui Si and Cui Si Niang, as if he was seeing a fellow villager he hadn't seen for many years.

Cui Si found that this man's eyes were colder than a dead person. If this man didn't speak, he could simply think that he was pretending to be a corpse.

The black crutch supported the man, and he crossed the threshold of the inn and walked in slowly. He looked at Yang Kuo who had fainted on the ground and said: "You are a loser."

The crutch was propped under his left armpit, and his left leg had nothing from the knee down. This was a disabled person with a broken leg.

Cui Si's eyes seemed to be attracted by his behavior, and he never looked away from this man for a moment.

The man on crutches looked at Cui Si and his wife coldly, as if they were meeting for the first time, as if they were a pair of old friends who had not seen each other for many years.

The people standing did not speak, but the eyes between them seemed to have begun to fight, and murderous aura began to overflow from everyone's body.

It was deathly quiet inside the inn, and there were four or five men outside the door. They could only breathe, not speak, and they were completely enveloped by this murderous aura.

After Cui Si looked at it coldly for a long time, he said, "Are you Mr. Li?"

"Except for Tieguai Li, who is the Immortal, I seem to be the only one in the world who dares to call him that." Mr. Li held his hand on the crutch and looked at Cui Si without any expression on his face.

The visitor is actually a gentleman? Such a person should stay in a private school instead of coming here. The scar on his face has proved that he is a charlatan.

Mr. Li was wearing a very short yellow shirt, just reaching his knees, so that people could just see his broken leg.

There was only one leg and a cane standing on the ground.

Cui Si has discovered from the sound it makes that his crutch is definitely not a piece of wood. Every time it falls on the ground, the ground shakes slightly.

This is a crutch made of iron, weighing a hundred kilograms. When moving, Mr. Li will hold it with his right hand. His hand is very rough.

"Mr. Li, I haven't seen him for many years, would you like to have a drink today?" Cui Si asked.

"In the past, I would have dared to drink. But now that I have broken a leg because of wine, I really don't dare to drink anymore." Mr. Li sighed.

"If sir had stayed in private school and not done anything that others didn't like, he would definitely not need crutches now." Cui Si's words reminded everyone standing there.

No one wants to live in memories. The memories of Jianghu are only painful. Every story is a tragedy that you don't like.

Grudges happen in a moment, but it takes a lifetime to find a satisfactory answer.

Some people may never wait for this moment.

There must be a story between the two people meeting here. This story is only known to them. It may have happened too long ago.

People have become a little indifferent, but time cannot melt away. It is definitely not a coincidence that they meet again here.

"You should have a big knife, but now that you have opened an inn, you have switched to a small kitchen knife?" Mr. Li said coldly.

"A broadsword can chop bones, and a kitchen knife can chop bones. As long as a disobedient person is disobedient, I can chop off their leg bones, so why do I care what kind of knife I use?" Cui Sida said.

Cui Si Niang looked at Mr. Li whom Cui Si was talking about coldly, showing an expression of indescribable grief. This look was even more angry than Cui Si standing there.

The most cruel scene appeared before her eyes.

The snow wasn't too heavy. My mother was sitting in the kitchen, boiling water for her family to use to boil their feet. Her father was just a hunter.

He had just come back, and before his father had to rush to clean up the fallen snow, several men broke into his home, and a cruel scene happened in an instant.

When she rushed home carrying her father's wine gourd, all that was left in her world was anger and hatred.

My father had a good friend who would come to my father every month for a few drinks, and this best friend found her.

The name of her father's friend was Gao Qian. At that moment, she realized that her father was not an ordinary hunter, but a knight-errant.

Cui Si is also a friend of her father. This person is very young. Cui Si found her enemy for her, but unfortunately she only cut off one of the leader's legs.

So she married Cui Si and stayed in Cui Si's world.

Now this person broke into her world again and walked into her inn.

"First of all, I should cut off both of your legs. For a wicked person like you, living in this world is a waste of food." Cui Siniang came to Cui Si's side, her voice trembling a little.

This is a woman's hatred. Maybe it has been buried in her heart for a long time. Today, her scar has been torn open, and she can only express it with anger.

Cui Si looked at Cui Siniang who came to him. The man's eyes instantly became gentle. He said softly: "You should rest. I will try your cooking tonight."

"Originally, I wanted to have a few drinks, but unfortunately I saw a dog and my mood got bad." Cui Siniang is a woman after all.

When women are angry, they certainly cannot suppress their emotions. If they have a chance, they will never let it go.

This is women, their only flaw in the emotional world.

Cui Siniang is a woman with an upright personality. She cannot control her emotions, especially when she sees a man she hates. She cannot suppress her anger.

"Don't get angry, be careful of hurting yourself, it's not good." Cui Si felt very sorry for his wife, and he didn't look at the standing person again.

"Are you..." Mr. Li looked at Cui Siniang and asked.

"Enemy!" Cui Siniang's words came quickly.

"I have killed many people, of course I have many enemies, but my memory is not good and I always forget them." Mr. Li rolled his eyes.

Maybe he was thinking carefully about who the woman in front of him was? Unfortunately, he couldn't remember, so he could only shake his head and said, "I forgot."

"You can forget, how can I forget my family?" Cui Siniang's hands were tightly held together.

Home is a person's destination. People who don't have a home can only wander.

Wandering women are even more pitiful. Their lives must be full of loneliness, fear, and loneliness.

"Say your name and let me know who is going to die today?" Mr. Li regained his coolness.

"You don't know why you are still here?" Cui Si asked.

The man was silent for a long time, then slowly opened his mouth and said: "I thought they were just an ordinary couple, but I didn't expect that I met an old acquaintance."

Cui Si patted Cui Siniang's shoulder with his hand. The moment he put his hand on his shoulder, he stopped for a moment and looked at her affectionately with his own eyes.

Cui Siniang picked up the cabbage on the table. Although her hands were shaking, she had calmed down. This was not the time to show off.

Everything here will change in an instant. She understands what Cui Si means. Her man has nothing in his hands now, he only has a pair of palms.

This is a pair of hands that can not only clean the table, but also cook in the back hall. Unfortunately, it is not the time for cooking, and the people who come will not allow him to cook.

Cui Si Niang now feels a little bit regretful. She is really frustrated. Her words have already brought Cui Si into trouble. This trouble is really not small.

Sure enough, Mr. Li, who was standing, stared at the cabbage in Cui Siniang's hand without moving his eyes. He said again in a cold tone: "Why, do you want to stir-fry now?"

"You can't still want to bully a big cabbage?" Cui Siniang said calmly.

Words can wait, but people will never wait. This is a truth that everyone understands. The moment Cui Siniang picked up the cabbage, Cui Si's eyes looked at the so-called Mr. Li.

He didn't know this man's name, but he knew that he was a teacher from a private school, but Gao Qian told him that this man killed Cui Siniang's parents.

Cui Siniang's words at this moment have made everything clear. There is nothing to hide. If we wait again, the killing may happen again.

There was no sword or knife in Cui Si's hand, only a pair of fleshy palms. With the wind of his palm flying up in the blink of an eye, Cui Si struck hard at Mr. Li who was standing.

The man didn't retreat or move. He pushed out his palm instantly, and with a 'pop' sound, the palms of the two men hit each other.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion outside the Yuelai Inn, and the man standing outside the door flew into the inn with various postures.

The door closed in an instant.

02

The sensible Ah Chen did not drive a carriage, he rode a fast horse.

In Li Qing's eyes, he already understood what he should do.

The moment the horse stopped in front of the inn, Ah Chen saw that the door of Yuelai Inn was tightly closed, and the street in the autumn wind was very quiet.

The moon hung in the sky. Although it was very bright, the deserted night made Ah Chen tremble in his heart. Cui Si should not be closed at this time, at least there would be a big lantern hanging at the door of the inn.

But now there is nothing at the door of the inn. This is not the habit of Mr. and Mrs. Cui Si.

This cannot be the habit of inns. There are always guests looking for a place to stay at night, and the inn is their home.

Ah Chen gently pushed open the door of the inn with his hand. The inn was dark with no candles lit, and he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Taking out the flint from his coat, Ah Chen followed the familiar path to the counter of the inn. He had already seen a short candle.

The moment the candlelight was lit, Ah Chen's eyes were so wide. He couldn't even imagine what was happening here. He saw many people.

How could so many guests gather together in the dark? Ah Chen cautiously came to the table. The people sitting there were motionless and seemed to be asleep on the table.

The person illuminated by the candle was a man from behind. Ah Chen saw that he was lying on the table and lifted his clothes with his hands.

The man's body was lifted up, but his head was hanging down. Ah Chen had an immediate reaction: the man's neck was broken.

Such a hard technique, Ah Chen took a breath of air. The person who killed this man must be very fast. He could break a person's neck with his palm in an instant.

This opponent is really scary!

Ah Chen looked at the dead people carefully. The first one had his neck broken, but the remaining people all died under the sword, and the thin sword passed through their throats.

Ah Chen didn't find Cui Si and his wife. They were neither on the first floor nor the second floor of the inn. Ah Chen looked at the backyard of the inn.

A person's name entered Ah Chen's mind.

Lonely's sword is slender, and his sword is also very fast.
Chapter completed!