Chapter two hundred and eighty-ninth blood to turn dust and soil seven
The wind was rushing like a shuttle, and the shadows were like dots, but I saw a thin figure emerging from the window. The figure was wrapped in black clothes, only revealing two cold eyes. The figure held the thunderbolt in his hand.
The force shot in from the window, and a bit of cold light in his hand quickly stabbed the bandit leader's back.
Ling Tianyun's eyes condensed, and all the momentum in his body suddenly burst out. He grabbed the chopsticks in his hand and was about to let go and shoot towards the black shadow that rushed into the room. However, a majestic aura condensed all over his body.
He felt that the aura emitted by the man in black who rushed into the room was somewhat familiar. Yes, it was the aura exuded by the assassin of the Assassin's Sky Alliance.
However, as soon as the internal energy he gathered was poured into the chopsticks in his hand, he saw a more fierce figure rushing towards the black shadow that rushed into the room.
All this happened in a flash of lightning, and no one in the room had fully reacted, especially the bandit Ma Chenghui who still didn't notice anything. But the servant Ma San next to him looked shocked.
His body suddenly jumped up and threw himself behind Ma Chenghui.
Ling Tianyun hadn't let go of his condensed breath, but he also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, because he saw that the person who pounced on the black shadow was the waiter with a cold face. He didn't know where the waiter took it out from.
A small knife with cold light splashing across it raised a sharp light and shadow and slashed towards the cold light in the hand of the man in black.
A "clang" sound of metal clashing echoed in the room. With that crash-like sound, the body of the man in black finally landed on the ground. And the man in black
The cold light in his eyes was even more intense. He turned the cold light in his hand, avoided the counterattack of the waiter, and then stabbed the bandit leader in the back.
Go. There was a ferocious sternness in his eyes, and he didn't care about the sword flash coming from the waiter, or the cowering servant who threw himself behind Ma Chenghui.
"Puff", "puff", the sound of two sharp blades piercing the flesh came.
The knife in the waiter's hand had already penetrated the left shoulder of the man in black, and the sharp blade in the man's hand had also penetrated the cowering servant Ma San who was standing behind Ma Chenghui. This was
Everything happened in just an instant. Ling Tianyun's eyes were fixed. He did not expect such a result. But the face of the red-faced man sitting steadily beside him also changed slightly. Obviously, all this was beyond his expectation.
middle.
Suddenly, the hall of the inn was filled with blood. The man in black didn't care about the knife that was still on his left shoulder. He twisted his body, and a thin figure emerged and rushed toward the window.
How could Ling Tianyun at that time allow him to escape? The chopsticks, which were filled with internal energy, immediately turned into two sharp arrows that shot through the air towards the man in black.
The waiter in the shop was obviously stunned. The knife in his hand was still on the left shoulder of the man in black. It was stuck by the shoulder blade of the man in black, but he couldn't pull it out for a while. When he was stunned, the knife in the black man's hand was still on the left shoulder of the man in black.
The person had already jumped out of his side, but the body of the man in black was hit by the chopsticks as he stood up. His body staggered, and a dull wailing came from the man's mouth, but
The man in black still dashed into the window and escaped from the window.
When he came out of the window, the man in black stared at Ling Tianyun with a pair of formidable eyes. Ling Tian was even more shocked. He did not expect that the man in black was so seriously injured.
He could still escape through the window. So he hurriedly stood up and tried to chase him out, but was grabbed by a big hand beside him. Looking at it with doubtful eyes, it was the red-faced man Zhao Kuangyin. He shook his head and said that there was no need to go any further.
Chased.
It was only then that Ling Tianyun stood up slumped. He had never thought that it would end like this. The cold expression on the face of the waiter beside him also began to become more comfortable. In a flash, he came to the place of the bandit leader Ma Chenghui.
Next to him, he found that the cowering servant Ma Sanzao had blood all over his body. His eyes were dull and his breath was like gossamer. It was obvious that the man in black had cut off his vitality with a swift blow.
go.
Looking at the blood spattering on Ma San's chest, Ling Tianyun's heart trembled inexplicably. The image of the timid little bandit in his mind immediately changed and became taller. Such a name
Servant, risking his own life to protect his master. How can he not admire such behavior? They are such a small group of people, but they have their own obsessions in their hearts. How can he not admire such people?
Only then did the bandit leader react. When he slowly leaned over to support the limp Ma San, his eyes revealed an unspeakable sadness. Who said that men would not shed tears lightly, and who said that Ma San
San is greedy and afraid of death, although he is only obsessed with the round-necked brocade robe like a rich man in this life. His blood-stained hands trembled to support the dying Ma San, who was like a flickering lantern. His heart surged.
He felt endless sadness, but the endless darkness of the night made it impossible for him to see clearly the face of that man who was as angry as silk.
Who knows the sadness in his heart? Although he usually beats and scolds his servant, he knows best in his heart that the reason why he doesn't expand his subordinates is because of this servant. He doesn't want too many bandits to join him.
, but I didn’t want Ma San to be bullied by other bandits. I just didn’t expect that Ma San, who was usually timid, would rush forward without any regard for his own life when his own life was threatened.
There were two tears in his eyes. He didn't understand why the assassin who broke in through the window wanted to kill him, and he had nothing worthy of letting such an extraordinary assassin kill him. He couldn't understand that Ma San was the only one around him.
He has a relative, why would God take away the only relative around him? A sad and angry feeling surged in his heart, but he knew that these little people like him could not stop him.
With a long sigh, Zhao Kuangyin showed some respect in his eyes. Such a righteous servant, what more can I ask for? In such troubled times, how many people betray their trust for a little food, and how many people kill their masters for a little money.
Selling glory. But the bandit in front of him, whom he didn't like or like at the beginning, behaved like this. Even though he was filled with great pride, compared to this little bandit, he could move with ease.
Say, what does that mean?
The waiter with an indifferent face was standing by helplessly, but there was a faint warmth in his cold eyes. He had an indifferent expression from beginning to end.
Every now and then, it begins to melt just like the cold ice encountered by the spring sun. Even if it is a little bit of spring sunshine, even if it is thousands of years of ice, it will be melted one day when it encounters the sun. And this
A touch of warmth began to spread on the famous face, and the waiter's eyes also revealed a trace of unconcealable respect. He stood aside solemnly.
"Master, Ma San can no longer follow you. I hope you will have time to bring a few bottles of good wine to Ma San's grave. Ma San has never drank any good wine in his life. Ma San has never drank alcohol.
But I don’t know the taste of this wine, so the young master is not allowed to deceive Ma San.”
With blood spilling from his mouth, the gossamer-like Ma San struggled to speak intermittently. His expression showed endless pain, and the luster in his eyes began to dim. "Okay, okay, okay" Ma Chenghui almost said
He choked up and agreed, holding the thin Ma San tightly in his arms, not caring about the gurgling blood pouring out of the other person's chest and staining his body.
Looking at the conversation between the master and the servant as if they were about to part ways, Ling Tianyun felt endless sadness in his heart. He couldn't help but think of his own tragic experience. And he was heartbroken. Thinking of this, his heart was filled with pain.
He couldn't help but tremble, but what he didn't know was that the Mahayana energy in his body also began to spurt out. Just when he felt sad in his heart, his mind was even more excited. At this moment, he suddenly
The unspeakable uneasiness in my heart has not been eliminated. As the killer left, the unspeakable uneasiness became more intense.
His heart tightened inexplicably, and he immediately forced away the endless sadness in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel bursts of chill coming. He didn't expect that he would fall into such endless sadness all of a sudden.
The feeling of uneasiness has not been eliminated, but there are layers of doubts in his heart. Where does this uneasiness come from, he has no way to find out at this time. Turning his eyes, he saw the man with a solemn expression on his face.
The waiter and Zhao Kuangyin, at this time, were obviously moved by the experience of being rescued by the righteous servant, and they did not notice at all that the strong murderous intention was about to start to gather.
Ling Tianyun's sensitivity to danger is becoming clearer and clearer. Since he practiced the "Mahayana Technique", his premonition of danger has become more and more acute. However, he still cannot find out where this dangerous aura and murderous intention come from.
There was no way to detect the source, which made him even more unable to take it lightly. But he clearly felt that the increasingly intense danger and murderous intent came from within the inn, and from among them.
Could it be the bandit Ma Chenghui, but when he saw the sad face of the other party, there was no trace of artificiality, it was simply coming from his heart. It was even more impossible for the waiter in the store. Although he did not know the identity of the waiter in the store, the waiter in the store was right.
The respect of the red-faced man Zhao Kuangyin was far from the relationship between superiors and subordinates. It seemed that the waiter in the shop still had a bit of awe and admiration for Zhao Kuangyin. It was not those two people, and it was obviously not Zhao Kuangyin, because he felt
That strong uneasiness and murderous intention were heading towards the proud red-faced man.
"Ah," a long and sad roar burst out from the mouth of the bandit. The miserable roar interrupted Ling Tianyun's thoughts. There was a touch of sadness and silence in his eyes. Ling Tianyun knew that the hill was called Ma San.
The thief was already dead. When his eyes turned from the face of the dead man with his eyes closed, a flash of light suddenly appeared in his mind, because he saw an extremely small spot under Ma San's neck.
The disharmonious spots couldn't be corpse spots. This person had just died, so it was impossible for corpse spots to appear so quickly.
Could it be him, but this is not consistent with common sense. Logically speaking, a dead body cannot cause any harm, but as soon as the thought arose, it lingered in his mind and could not go away. The thought rose in his heart.
Ling Tianyun became even more confused and didn't understand why he had such absurd thoughts.
"Okay, Brother Ma, the deceased has passed away. Please express my condolences." Zhao Kuangyin walked up to the bandit leader who was crying bitterly, and gently patted the bandit's shoulder to comfort him.
"Your servant saved him with his own life, just hoping that you can live well and avenge him in the future. What I, Zhao Kuangyin, respect the most is such a man, a man with both loyalty and righteousness. Please allow Zhao to
He said goodbye to express Zhao's deep respect."
Zhao Kuangyin continued, and after speaking, he took a step back, bowed his hands and bent his body to ninety degrees with the highest courtesy.