Eight hundred and fortieth chapters snow sweeping between the eyebrows
"Who are you?" Ye Zihu said tremblingly with a pale face.
"Who is Ye Zi Fox?" said a bodyguard.
Ye Zihu looked at the other party, hesitated for a moment, and said with his neck stammering, "I am."
"Our young master has something to come to you, so let's go with us."
"Who are you? Come to me to make trouble. Do you know who my brother-in-law is, the young king of Jiangnan, the major general of Yanlong!" Ye Zi said with a fierce look on his face.
"I'm here to find him, please lead the way." The man like a comic spoke, but his voice was extremely clean and clear.
After saying that, the two bodyguards directly raised Ye Zihu and took him out of the box.
Before Ye Zifu could figure it out, she was thrown into a Rolls-Royce Phantom and sat in the back row with the long-haired man.
"Who are you?" Ye Zihu saw that the other party was carrying so many people and driving top luxury cars, and he couldn't help but feel a little weaker. Those who could have such a style were probably the young masters of the big family.
.
"Aisin Gioro. July." The long-haired man said lightly.
Ye Zihu's face was shocked. He was ignorant, but as a native of Long, he knew what Aisin Gioro represented. This was a man from the ancient royal family. Even now, he was from many big families and enterprises.
The manipulator behind it.
"Where is your brother-in-law?" asked July.
"Now... should I drink in the villa?" Ye Zihu said with some trepidation.
July frowned, and his pursed lips curled up a touch of mockery, "Xingsho, the number one on the Qingyun List, actually lost his fighting spirit for a woman, which is sad."
Soon, we arrived at the villa.
Zhuo Bufan stood on the shore of the lake, holding a pot of wine in his hand. During this period, he stood here every day, and one stop was a day. Because of the depressed drinking, green stubble grew on his chin, which looked very
decadent.
"Mr. Zhuo, my master really wants to meet you." A woman stood beside him and frowned.
"No time." Zhuo Bufan said lightly at the lake.
This woman was Lu Xing who came from Hong Kong Island. But she didn't expect that the woman who was in Japan was full of energy and was like a god of war. She slashed Yasuo Sozai and fought hard against the Japanese special forces team. She would become the current one for women.
The appearance is really sad.
Lu Xing frowned and wanted to say something, but heard footsteps coming from behind him.
"Brother-in-law, someone is looking for you, and he forced me, so I brought him here." Ye Zihu said quickly.
"Young Master July." Lu Xing was stunned when he saw the man with long hair, widened his beautiful eyes, and then shouted respectfully.
"Lu Xing, you are here too. It was your master who asked you to come?" July looked at her and said lightly.
Lu Xing frowned and had no answer.
July took the group behind Zhuo Bufan and looked at Zhuo Bufan's bleak back. He didn't look like a boy at all, but like a middle-aged man who had been trapped in the long term and was in a down-and-out manner.
"You are Shadow Kill?" July stopped and said lightly.
Zhuo Bufan raised his head, drank wine, and did not turn around, "If you want to challenge me, you have already won."
Hearing Zhuo Bufan's words, July clenched his fist hard, and cold lights flashed in his dark and slender eyes, "Xingxia, you disappointed me so much. I originally thought that among the young generation, you can only
Let me look at you differently, now, you disappoint me too much..."
As he said that, July paused for a moment, and then a splash of light burst out from his eyes, and his voice suddenly increased: "Now, you are no longer worthy of being my opponent."
"I became so depressed for a woman and I was not qualified to stand on the road of kings."
"Then from now on, there will be no shadow in the martial arts world." Zhuo Bufan said lightly, his face neither sad nor happy.
July clenched his fists and shook his head, "You are indeed not worthy of being my opponent anymore, which disappoints me."
After saying that, July simply turned around and walked towards the car, and his steps paused again, "If you can wake up one day, I will come to you again."
When Lu Xing saw Zhuo Bufan's decadent appearance, he sighed and turned around and left.
The lake surface, the breeze passes through the ears, and the lake water ripples.
The martial arts world was in an uproar. July went to find Yingsha, but the two did not fight. Yingsha's wife seemed to have left, and Yingsha became a depressed person, which was infinitely sad.
July even said that Shadow Killing could not be his opponent, and the Martial Arts Forum erased the name Shadow Killing on the Qingyun List at the first time. If a warrior is depressed and loses the will to fight and win, then it is
Not qualified to stand on the list of kings.
Many people expressed regret at the same time, while those who dislike Zhuo Bufan almost set off firecrackers to celebrate.
"I was afraid of Master Qiuyue when I saw the movie killing, so I didn't dare to fight. I think it was a joke for killing the Sword Saint of the Japanese Kingdom." The eldest young master of the Wei family jumped out and said.
"Get out!" The moon falls and flowers only replied with one word.
Turn off the computer, Long Geyue in the dormitory had red eyes, closed her eyes, and bit her crystal lips hard, "Zhuo Bufan, you must cheer up."
One month.
Two months.
Three months.
When winter comes, Ye Ziqin still doesn't come back. Zhuo Bufan still stands next to the lake shore every day.
But that morning, white mist rose on the lake and snowflakes fell in the sky. Zhuo Bufan's eyebrows were covered with snowflakes, as if they had turned into two white eyebrows.
"Young Master, I want to go out and have a chance to make a living." Shi Jian suddenly walked behind him, and his luggage was packed behind him.
Zhuo Bufan was finally moved, "Where are you going?"
Shi Jian has been with him for three years. He grew from an ordinary little girl to a master-level warrior. If you go out to experience it properly, it is not a bad thing. After all, if you want to break through a higher realm, it depends not only on your achievements.
Dharma, elixirs, and your own martial arts path.
"Last time in Japan, I met Sister Ziruo, and she asked me to go to Emei to find her when I have time." Shi Jian said with red eyes.
"Let's go." Zhuo Bufan spit out two words.
Time stood behind Zhuo Bufan, bowed deeply, then held the long sword, carried a luggage, and made a creaking sound on the snow, "I will definitely find Sister Ye, then I will
I'll come back to find you."
Zhuo Bufan stood tall and the snow had been falling for a whole day.
In the evening, Zhuo Bufan's somewhat dark eyes had a little light, and his eyebrows moved, sweeping away the snow that filled the eyebrows.
He is only one step away from the late stage of foundation building, but his inner demon has been planted in his heart. He has no way to break through again.
"Should I leave too? I can't sit and wait for death like this." Zhuo Bufan murmured to himself, and then finally took steps, stepping on the water step by step, spreading waves of ripples, gradually moving towards the hazy mist of water mist
in the lake.
If someone sees it now, they will find that every time Zhuo Bufan takes a step, he gets older, and eventually becomes a middle-aged man and disappears on the lake.
February of the same year.
In a small town in Binhai, it is less than a few miles away from the coast. However, the cold winter is chilly, and there are very few people coming to visit, and the business of nearby businesses is also very bleak.
"Brother, you don't sell this thing. You're so surprised. By the way, my wife made delicious food at noon. Let's go to my house to eat."
In a tourist souvenir shop, a honest middle-aged man said with a smile. (To be continued)