From his hometown to the imperial capital Tianjing, from construction site workers to Hengdian extras, he knew better than anyone else that it was difficult for people like him to make a name for themselves.

He once despaired, thinking that a person like him was destined to stay in his hometown and dig the land, and should not come to this city. Until he met the man with gloves on his left hand by chance, he told him that a person like him could also make a name for himself.

He still remembers his expression when he spoke, very plain, with a smile, no passionate words, no solemn promises, but for some reason, he felt that his words were very convincing, and it was true when he heard them.

Later he met Brother Xiao, a person who has ideals, faith and admires him very much. He said that most people like them have no ideals, but in fact, people like them need ideals the most, more than anyone else. Because they have nothing, only by arming their thoughts with ideals and strengthening their confidence can they have a chance to turn things around. He said that he can die for his ideals.

He was right, he did it.

He likes to get along with this kind of thing, just like a wandering ghost who finds a home and carries it into a group. Although it is very hard and dangerous, it is also very warm at the same time.

Later, he finally met the person carrying their ideals on a snowy day. It was the first seventh day of Brother Xiao, which was different from what he imagined. He was very young and a few years older than him. He was kind and spoke gently. He had no bold words, no angry hair, and no tears, but he knew that he would definitely avenge Brother Xiao.

When I saw him go away, I was very nervous when I walked beside him. He didn't say too much to him. When I was leaving, I just said "Come back alive."

The words were simple, but they hit his young and passionate heart. At that time, he knew that for the ideal that Brother Xiao mentioned, death was worth it.

As an excellent spy, you must think about every task in the worst direction. This is also what Zhou Tong taught him. The pistol on his right waist was not a pistol, but a remote-controlled detonator. As early as when decorating this small supermarket, a large number of homemade TN and T bombs were buried under the floor tiles. I never thought it would be useful.

But tonight, it was used.

He felt very grateful.

So the smile he had before pressing the button was not only a mockery of the three killers, but also a kind of foresight and pride, and the pride of exchanging his own life for the life of a martial arts master. You can still kill your life without any care.

After a violent explosion, all seven people in the supermarket died. The only peak master in the late stage of the Mountain Realm who was still breathing a sigh of relief was already covered in blood and his legs were blown to pieces. Even if he could survive, he would have to lie on the bed for the rest of his life.

Zuoqiu lay on the ground, keeping his head turning back, with fire and tears reflected in his eyes. For half a year, he would go to the small supermarket to buy cigarettes every day, one pack in the morning and one pack in the evening, and would chat with him every time.

The young face was still a little green. Every time he met, he would call him brother with a smile. He only joked that he had ever touched a woman tonight. The face slightly blushed due to embarrassment and shyness is still fresh in memory, and it suddenly broke.

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Those who plan the overall situation are not focused on the details. Zuo Qiu originally thought that he could view sacrifice rationally, but he still felt inexplicably heartache when he saw it with his own eyes.

He suddenly understood why Lu Shanmin blamed him. No one would feel good when he saw his brother die in front of him, let alone die for himself.

Zuoqiu turned around, got up with tears in his eyes, took off his high heels, and ran barefoot all the way. In order to prevent the killers in the community from reacting, he ran out of the community and changed directions in several directions, running around like crazy in the urban area with high-rise buildings and complex roads.

The two security guards at the gate ran towards the explosion at the first time, and the scene in front of them was terrible. The small supermarket was broken and full of holes. The goods in the supermarket were blown into pieces, and the people inside were also blown into pieces. They were covered with flesh and blood everywhere, and they couldn't tell which part of the body was. Except for the man at the peak of the late stage of the Moving Mountain Realm, the rest were almost blown into pieces.

The man with a fat face was smashed out of the supermarket and lay dying on the lawn outside. His legs broke from his knees, revealing red and black blood vessels and tendons, and his calves were missing.

"Brother Sheng, hold on!" The two security guards rushed forward and said, carrying the man on his back.

"Woman, that woman"! The man said dyingly.

The two security guards looked at each other, suddenly woke up, and waited to come to the community again

When I was at the door, Zuo Qiu had long disappeared.

The huge explosion almost woke up the people in the community, and the various screams made the community, which was originally quiet in the night, boil.

At this time, five men in black also ran to the entrance of the community. When they saw the security guard carrying the man, they were shocked. A simple task that they thought was easy to get, no one expected that such a result would be.

It is incredible that the legendary figure at the peak of the late stage of the Mountain Realm had fallen into such a state.

One of them said coldly: "Let's go, there's such a big noise, the police can't hold it, and they will come soon."

Another security guard gritted his teeth, "Don't you chase after me?"

"That person is too cunning and will definitely not be able to search for it in a while. We will have big trouble when the police come."

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The road is easy to be tracked, so you can only run around in small streets and alleys. Zuoqiu ran out in one breath and didn't know how far he was, nor where he was.

I ran to a small alley and couldn't run anymore. My chest felt burning and painful as soon as I breathed.

Holding the wall, panting, and shaking legs. Everyone who is running knows that you must not stop while running. Once you stop, it will be difficult to take another step.

Zuo Qiu naturally knew it, but he was really powerless. Being able to run so far this time has stimulated the potential of his whole body. If he had run so far at such a high intensity, he would have been lying on the ground long ago.

I supported my back on the wall and thought to myself that if I survived tonight, I would have to quit smoking, otherwise I would have to run away and die first.

While thinking, I took out a cigarette, trembling hands, and lit it several times before igniting it. ‘Pump first to suppress my shock, and quit tomorrow’.

After taking a deep breath, my chest felt as uncomfortable as if it was burning, and I couldn't help but cough violently.

A black figure in the alley walked slowly. When Zuoqiu took off his high heels and ran away with his arms, he knew that this woman was actually a man.

Zuo Qiu looked at the old man more than ten meters away, raised his hand with difficulty and stopped him: "Wait."

The old man stopped. The reason why he had to come in person was enough to show that he did not regard tonight's affairs as a simple task at the beginning. A scholar who could be compared with Nalan Zijian was definitely worthy of careful treatment.

However, it should be almost the same to force him to take action.

"What are you waiting for, afraid of death"?

"Idiots are not afraid of death." After taking another puff of cigarette, Zuo Qiu felt that he had recovered some strength.

"Everyone has to die, and even if they are afraid of death, they will die."

"You can't be compatible"? Zuo Qiu let out a sip of cigarette, and his chest couldn't keep it from rising and falling.

"Lu Shanmin and Liu Ni are the clay Buddhas who cross the river and cannot protect themselves. It is still hard to say whether Huang Jiujin can save them. No one will come to save you tonight."

"Are you sure?" Zuo Qiu smiled faintly. Although he still looked as tired as a dog, his face looked confident.

Pang Shengde took a step and concentrated on sensing that there was no strange fluctuation in the air around him. But for some reason, he felt a little nervous.

"Do you know how Pang Shengzhao and Pang Shengyi died?"

Pang Shengde frowned, and his murderous aura began to spread. "If you kill you, you will collect some interest first."

"Tsk tsk," Zuo Qiu smiled and said, "It's pitiful. At such a young age, you are still fooled by others. What's even more pitiful is that your two younger brothers die with their eyes open."

Pang Shengde stopped again, "What do you mean?"

Zuoqiu let out a smoke ring and gradually recovered most of his energy. "It's easy to kill me, but you will never know how your two younger brothers died."

Pang Shengde's eyes were half-closed. He knew that Zuo Qiu was making a fool of himself, but the death of his two younger brothers was his heart disease. "Tell me, I can consider making you die a little more happily."

"You really don't know," Zuo Qiu smiled and said in a sarcastic tone.

"I only know that it was Lu Shanmin who killed it. Of course, your plan is bound to be indispensable here." Pang Shengde said coldly, but this sentence was more to himself, because he didn't want to delve into deeper guesses, and his father didn't want him to delve into it.

Zuo Qiu smiled, "Stop deceiving yourself, a master at the peak of the late stage of the Yijing Realm, came and went without a trace. How could Lu Shanmin know that Pang Shengzhao went to the East China Sea? Last year in Pingyang County, Lu Shanmin was chased like a stray dog, so how could he have the ability to kill Pang Shengyi? You two father and son couldn't guess

, just don't want to admit it."

"If you can only say this in your mouth, it will not be enough to make you live a few more minutes."

"Of course it's more than that," Zuo Qiu pointed to his head, "I have worked with Nalan Zijian for so long, and my head is full of treasures. If you kill me, you will suffer a serious loss."

"Whether strict or serious is not the scope of my consideration. I just obey orders. Killing you is my only purpose, and the rest has nothing to do with me."

"No!No!No"! "It's very relevant".

He said, "As the loyal slave of the Nalan family, if the master killed your two younger brothers, you can deceive yourself and Lu Shanmin. I understand this very well. But have you ever thought about it? Nalan Zijian has killed you two Pang family. With his nature, what will he do?"

"Strangely speaking, he knew we would not seek revenge on him, what else would he do."

"Haha, it's really pitiful to be a dog like you. That's right, Nalan Zijian won't worry about you taking revenge. But you have ignored a very important point."

"What"?! Pang Shengde asked while carefully sensing everything around him.

"Nalan Zijian's ambition"! Zuo Qiu looked as if he was disappointed. "Where could half of the Nalan family satisfy his appetite. He would integrate the entire Nalan family sooner or later."

"I don't understand yet"? Zuo Qiu looked at an idiot, "Then let me ask you a question. If Nalan Zijian wants to integrate the Nalan family in the future, will you support or try your best to stop it?"

Pang Shengde frowned, and of course the father and son would try their best to stop him. The old man's will, the Pang family's two lives, could not take revenge, but they would definitely not let Nalan Zijian succeed.

"I understand," Zuo Qiu smiled proudly, "Nalan Zijian will definitely kill you before integrating the Nalan family." As he said that, he took a deep breath of cigarettes, "By the way, and your old father Pang Zhiyuan, he followed Nalan Wenruo for the rest of his life, and his prestige was even higher than that of many core members of the Nalan family."

As he said that, he sighed deeply, "Hey, such a person must die."

Pang Shengde clenched his fists, and his eyes became even more murderous intent.

Zuo Qiu said lightly: "How did Zhuge Liang die? I was exhausted. Nalan Zhenshan's ability and wisdom are thousands of miles apart. He just wanted to carry the entire building that was about to fall. If he couldn't carry it, he would soon be completely crushed to death. Once he died, it would take only one minute to destroy Nalan Ziran and you martial artists by Nalan Zijian. It's pitiful. The Pang family has been loyal for generations, but in the end they will never have a good end."

"The king lets his ministers die and his ministers die, and you will die tonight." Pang Shengde stepped forward again.

Zuo Qiu smiled, "It's so touching, the family is loyal and admirable."

He paused as he said, "But do you have the will to send the black-haired man one after another, and then he was slowly killed by Nalan Zijian in pain"?

Pang Shengde stopped again, Zuo Qiu's words were hitting his heart. After the death of the second and third brothers, his father grew older and his spirit became more and more dissipated day by day. Otherwise, he would not have been so easily attacked by Gaochang last time, and the hidden dangers had not recovered until now. But what could he do?

A feeling of powerlessness surged in my heart. As a brother, I could not protect my brothers, and as a son, I could not fulfill my filial piety to my father.

Zuo Qiu seemed to see through Pang Shengde's thoughts and continued: "I'm helpless. I know who the enemy who killed my brother is and cannot take revenge. I know that I will die at the hands of my enemies and cannot turn the world back. What's even more painful is that I know that my father will die at the hands of him and I can't help it. If I were you, it would be very painful."

"Are you finished talking?" Pang Shengde took a sudden step, and the man had already reached Zuo Qiu's head, and reached out to pinch Zuo Qiu's neck.

"You can go on the road after you finish speaking."

Zuoqiu's cheeks were flushed and it became more and more difficult to breathe.

"I know you don't care about life and death, but, I can save you, and you, Father."

Pang Shengde stared at Zuo Qiu coldly, and kept increasing his strength in his hands. As long as he used another point of strength, he could cut off the man's neck.

"Why should I believe your words?"

"Because, you, already, have no choice, I am the only hope to save you father and son."

"You want to use us to deal with the Nalan family"! Pang Shengde did not relax the strength in his hands.
Chapter completed!