The short-haired man smiled bitterly and said: "Jiang Yuezhong is also trying to protect himself."
Chen Xuanjun pressed down the car window, threw out the cigarette butt, then closed it again and said: "You, ten years ago, your father and son were chased by the enemy and were seriously injured."
"You have advanced cultivation, but you still have energy left."
"What is pitiful is that your child, who just turned ten, breathed his last in my arms."
"He pulled on my sleeve and begged me to save his father."
"I promised, I promised him that he would not let you die again."
"Lao He, I have done this disgusting thing many times."
"But that time, I seriously agreed."
"I didn't lie to him."
The short-haired man's eyes were red and tears were shed on the spot.
Chen Xuanjun said again: "Liu Sansheng is gone, and the six branches of China have a clear stand."
"Ye Gang is right, I am a puppet, an abandoned puppet."
"It's time to wake up from this dream of fighting for the master of China."
"No matter whether Su Xinglan lives or dies, I have lost my original value."
"Liu Sansheng, from the day his identity was exposed, they no longer need me."
"My destiny is to fend for myself and leave it to fate."
The short-haired man slowed down the car and choked with sobs: "Fourth Master, is it impossible to leave Kyoto?"
"Qi Luck, the Lord of China, no more, give up everything."
"Find a rural ravine, avoid Kunlun's pursuit, and live a life without fighting against the world."
"You can, you can definitely do it."
Chen Xuanjun said freely: "Losing is losing, winning is winning."
"Succeeding as a king and losing as a bandit, Fourth Master can afford to fight and lose."
"You, send me to Jiang Yuezhong."
"Before I die, I want to take a look at the old man I worked with so well and the red carp that once belonged to me."
"Some things and some people, the fog obscures their eyes and confuses their minds."
"I couldn't tell good from bad at that time, and my loyal words were offensive to my ears."
"As everyone knows, the smartest one is Jiang Yuezhong."
"Oh, this old magician is really amazing."
Chen Xuanjun took off his leather shoes and put on the cloth shoes he had prepared in advance.
The black cloth shoes with white soles were made for him by Red Fish himself in the spring of last year.
There were tears in the corners of my eyes.
Mr. Chen gritted his teeth tightly and smiled almost ferociously.
An hour later, the car returned to the city from the suburbs and stopped in front of a traditional Chinese medicine store.
Chen Xuanjun took out his bank card, leaned over and handed it to the short-haired man: "Don't be too young, it's just a little thought from the Fourth Master."
"Don't come back again."
"Fourth Master does not need your worship, and I don't want to see you again."
"Remember, this is an order and must never be violated."
The man named He Liang's eyes were red, and he was holding the steering wheel and bursting into tears.
Chen Xuanjun put his bank card into his pocket with a smile and patted his shoulder.
"Lao He, you are still young. Marry a beautiful girl and give birth to a fat boy."
"A family living happily is life, that's what life is."
"People, you have to live in the present and don't dwell on the past."
"It's boring, not worth it."
He opened the car door and walked straight to the Chinese medicine store.
On the outside of the street, countless Kunlun disciples poured out.
In just a few dozen seconds, everything was blocked in all directions.
Chen Xuanjun turned a blind eye and walked into the store without changing his expression.