Chapter 1363

The seven killers are unique in the world. They themselves are elites selected from all walks of life in China. Four of them are from the army, and the other three, including Fang Yuan, are recruited by the society.

The seven killers have many ox forks, which can be seen only from the fact that they hold seven of the sharpest Street knives in the world and experts like Guo Yiqin have been eliminated.

But the existence of such a cow was used as a prop by the faucet to cover up one of them.

Then even if you use your feet to calculate, you can know how important that person is in the leading plan.

More importantly, the dragon head has died for so long, night soul searching has escaped, Zhang Yi has retired, but the man has not appeared.

When on earth did the man who should have existed hide until he was willing to reveal his true face?

When he shows his true face, what can Zhang Yi, who has retired, do?

Zhang Yi thought so, slowly lowered his head and looked at the Kunlun Mo Dao hidden behind his arm.

He seemed to know what to do.

All along, he regarded Kunlun Modao as his brother. In line with the strict order of "Kunlun will be cut off if it doesn't leave the customs, he will be cut off if it leaves the customs". At any time in China, he and Modao are inseparable.

Now it seems that when Longtou gave him the knife, he just asked him to "keep it" on his behalf.

Just like when night soul searching fled into the empty door, he handed the stranger knife to Fang Yuan -- since he can't fight side by side with tieliao and others, he is no longer qualified to hold this knife.

Seven knives, seven people.

Only when seven strange knives pass through the pass can they exert their greatest power.

Tie Liao, Chen Duanyu and Qin Jiehua are still the people in the hands of the seven murders. They will certainly have a chance to leave the pass with a knife.

Night soul searching escaped into the empty door. After he retired, he was destined to have no chance to participate in the upcoming fight. Then Fangyuan could. Whether he wanted it or not, as long as Xia Xiaoyun went to that place, he had to go!

Therefore, Zhang Yi feels that his knife is round.

Since Fang Yuan is going, how can his shadow Kunlun not go with him?

Kunlun's name is Kunlun because it has such a strange knife.

"It turns out that the dragon head is not only hiding that person, but also Kunlun."

Zhang Yi stared at the stranger Dao shining with Sen Han's light in the drizzle and murmured, "soul searching at night should be for Kunlun, but I am Guo Yiqin's prop."

"Do you mean that Guo Yiqin, who lost the first seven killers, is one of the real seven killers?"

The water shadow raised his hand and rubbed some cold cheeks with a look of disbelief.

She believes that Kunlun may be one of the foreshadows buried by Longtou. After all, Kunlun's Kung Fu is stronger than Fangyuan and others, but if Guo Yiqin is also foreshadowing, she doesn't understand.

"Alas, when he lost the election, perhaps it was deliberately done by the leader."

Zhang Yi sighed, looked up at the dark rainy night and said, "if Guo Yiqin is not one of the foreshadows buried by the dragon head, what qualifications does he have to inherit the post of empress Xie of the dragon head?"

"He inherited my father's seat? Yes, if he is not one of the seven killers, what qualification does he have to inherit his father's seat? "

After murmuring a few times, Shuiying looked up and asked, "but Guo Yiqin doesn't have a stranger like you. Moreover, as far as I know, the knife given to Fang Yuan by my eldest sister was also lost abroad by him. "

"Yes, Guo Yiqin."

Zhang Yi said in a positive tone, "he just never took it out. Now, he finally has a chance to use it -- the treasure knife hidden in the scabbard for so many years will be sharper once it comes out of the scabbard. "

The water shadow asked again, "is that you who lost the knife around?"

Zhang Yi smiled bitterly, put a fancy knife flower on his wrist and stabbed it on the trunk next to the water shadow.

When the buzzing sound came from the constantly violently trembling blade, Zhang Yi turned and left.

The water shadow was stunned and asked, "what are you doing?"

"Let's go. After that, I won't have anything to do with me."

Swing your hands without turning back.

He didn't want to look back. He was afraid of the shadow of water. He saw tears running down his face.

Nothing is more cruel than taking away the dignity of a proud young man.

For so many years, Zhang Yi has always thought that he is the best. No matter performing any task, he can successfully complete it and win honor for himself and his high-ranking Lao Tzu.

Even if he had to retire, he stubbornly thought that he would always keep this strange knife around. This is not only a witness of his honor, but also his brother who has never failed with him.

Just like Fang Yuan, after joining the seven killers for only half a year and being driven out by the leader himself, didn't he also leave with a stranger knife?

So Zhang Yi felt that he was more qualified than Fang Yuan to keep this strange knife.

But tonight he suddenly understood a lot: the knife around the square was originally formulated by the dragon head for Kunlun, but it was just given to Kunlun under the guise of his hand.

As for the knife that night soul searching gave to Fang Yuan, it was lost (in fact, it was broken by Mrs. Jiuyou's finger). Who can guarantee that this is also a link in the leading plan to confuse some people?

Whether it is or not, Zhang Yi, who has promised his mother to be a good child at home from now on, has no reason to keep the knife again. Only then did he entrust Shui shadow to hand it over to Fang Yuan.

What kind of mood would it be for my brother to leave forever?

Just look at the drizzle all over the sky.

Zhang Yi knew that even if he looked back, the water shadow could not see that he was crying. The drizzle could cover everything, but he just didn't want to turn back: he could hide it from others, but he couldn't hide it from himself.

"Zhang Yi!"

The water shadow stayed for a long time before he understood Zhang Yi's current feeling. His heart was sour and screamed at the distant car.

It's still raining. It keeps raining.

How many years have there been no such cloudy days during the Mid Autumn Festival?

Tieliao can't remember clearly, but he does remember that there was such a weather one year when he was a teenager.

This season for city people, in addition to feeling that the temperature is obviously beginning to drop and they need to wear more autumn clothes and trousers, it seems to be no different from usual.

However, for rural areas, this kind of ghost weather can affect income: the annual Mid Autumn Festival is a good day for family reunion in those ancient poems, but it is also the most tense time for most farmers.

Corn was harvested just before and after the Mid Autumn Festival.

Although the harvested corn doesn't have to be dried and put into storage immediately after harvesting like wheat, it can't stand this rainy weather. If it continues to be cloudy, the corn will germinate and turn black before threshing.

Therefore, any festival has always belonged to people who don't have to farm. Whether it's the Mid Autumn Festival or those advocated by businesses that make young people forget that No. 214 is just Western Valentine's day. It's busy farming time. It's not easy to wait for the slack farming. You can have a Spring Festival. As a result, you don't let off firecrackers -- it doesn't taste like a year at all.

He said he was afraid of polluting the air.

I don't understand. Firecrackers have been set off in China for many years, and no one has prohibited them in the past. Why can't they set off firecrackers now that more and more people have passed the festival of foreign devils and believe in God?

"What do you think? There was a look of worry in his eyes? "

Just as tieliao, half lying on the bedside table, stared at the dark sky outside the window in a daze, Nanzhao cherry blossoms raised their heads from his arms, stretched out an arm like a white lotus root, and opened their fingers to shake in front of him.

"Hehe, nothing."

Tieliao just regained his mind, looked down at the woman in his arms and smiled apologetically: "he thought of some things in his youth."

"Can you tell me?"

Nanzhao Sakura took back her arms and felt a little cold. She drilled into tieliao's arms and hugged him more tightly.

Holding the man tightly gives her a sense of security, which has never been before.

So a week ago, she took the initiative to become a woman of tieliao.

Tieliao liked her very much and did not decline her because she was from Dongyang and her identity was so special.

He can see that the girl who always talks in her sleep has a heavy psychological pressure.

Perhaps, only after killing her father's enemy can she completely relax?

Who is her father murderer?

Square?

Whenever he thought of this problem, tieliao would laugh at himself: the top secret information he bought with his life was just a trap carefully designed by Mobei.

Fortunately, his top secret information did not cause much harm to the surrounding area.

However, one thing is certain that tie Liao felt that he would not have the face to see that guy in the future, and it is estimated that Fang Yuan would not have the face to see him: shame! The two big men who boast that they are the best men in China were turned around by a female devil. They were already living in a muddle without making an appointment to die together. Where else would they have the face to meet?

The person who killed Dr. Nanzhao was not Fang Yuan.

This sentence has been turned many times in tieliao's mouth, especially after the girl's innocent body has been settled.

He dared not say it.

Nanzhao Cherry Blossom asked him if Fang Yuan was not the murderer, who would it be?

One thing is certain that Dr. Nanzhao was killed by Kunlun Mo Dao, and there are only seven people who own this Dao. If it is not around, it can only be others.

When tieliao was killed, he couldn't tell his woman that the man who killed her father was Zhang Yi who had retired.

Nanzhao cherry blossom, who avenged her father, was particularly kind to her if she was not punished for killing Qinghe swallow. If she was asked to avenge Zhang Yi, brother Zhang Wu, would not be as "reasonable" as Qinghe swallow. If he could forgive the people who assassinated her, he would use more direct means to make her lose her beauty. There is no doubt.

"You do have something on your mind. I can feel it."

Nanzhao cherry blossoms curled up in tieliao's arms like kittens raised their heads again and looked very sincere: "Tiejun, tell me, maybe I can help you."

"Yes, only you can help me."

Tieliao thought for a while before he said truthfully.

"Then what can I do for you?"

Nanzhao cherry blossoms suddenly became interested and raised their body.

The blanket slipped from her shoulder, revealing the perfect delicate body carved like white marble, which made tieliao's heart jump and stretched out his hand.

Nanzhao cherry blossoms close their eyes and hum like crying.

Buzz, buzz!

When the light hum of Nanzhao cherry blossoms became more and more urgent, the mobile phone tieliao put by his pillow vibrated.

When he picked it up and looked at it, Nanzhao cherry blossoms felt that the atmosphere was diluted a lot. They opened their eyes to see him and asked him what was wrong with him.

"I have to go."

Tie Liao stared at the message and said bitterly after reading it for half a minute.

"Where are you going?"

Nanzhao cherry subconsciously asked this question, and then woke up: "go to perform the task?"