Chapter 1050

If we start from ye Xinshang's birth, we can write a novel with all the worthwhile experiences so far.

His parents died when he was young. He met Qin Ziyang for the first time and fell in love with others. He changed his ideal to become a soldier, and became the most elite Jiulong king in China through his own hard work. Every task, until today, he sat here waiting for others. His sweat, blood and tears were enough to write a book.

A wonderful book.

These past events, ye Xinshang never mentioned to anyone, even Qin Ziyang.

Especially after he has become a major wanted criminal, he doesn't want to talk about it or even recall the past.

He thought that when he spoke, he would be in no mood and could be summed up in a few words.

Who knows, after he began to talk about it, he got out of control and became more and more excited. It took him two hours to talk about the battle of handler forest he had experienced.

"At that time, I thought I would definitely die, because I didn't know how long I had been in a coma, and I didn't have the strength to climb out of that hole again. I knew that there were many enemies outside. But just then, goofy suddenly appeared

Ye Xinshang went to get the cigarette box, only to find that it was empty.

Shen Yinbing, the audience, also smoked at least four cigarettes during this period.

When he threw out the empty cigarette box, another flash of lightning lit up, so that he could clearly see that the empty cigarette box floated around with the wind for a few times, then it was hit on the ground by the rain, and it was washed away in the blink of an eye, so helpless and helpless.

Ye Xinshang looks at the place where the cigarette box disappears. His heart suddenly becomes heavy and closes his mouth.

He felt that he was the cigarette case, unable to resist the current harsh environment, and forced to accept the unknown fate.

After waiting for a few minutes and never hearing ye Xinshang speak again, Shen Yinbing asked strangely, "why don't you say it?"

"There's nothing to say."

Ye Xinshang returns to his senses, and laughs apologetically.

"Oh."

As if to see that Ye Xin was in a bad mood, Shen Yinbing said casually, "you said you were in the king of Kowloon, and there was another one named Liao Wusi. He treated Huanglong as you did Qin Ziyang. You are now carrying the black pot of the traitor. Do you think he will hate you? "

"No

Ye Xinshang shook his head and said faintly: "he never disdains to hate a person. He will only kill me without asking any reason."

Shen Yinbing was stunned: "how could he be like this? He didn't even give you an opportunity to explain."

"This is Liao Wusi."

"Liao Wusi, this name is so strange... Ye Xinshang, who is more powerful than you or him?"

"Our drillmaster once said something. He said that if we put the people of the king of Kowloon in the forest and fight for each other, only one person can survive, then this person can only be Liao Wusi or Gao Fei."

After ye Xinshang mentions Gao Fei's name, a distant flash of lightning lights up, which enables Shen Yinbing to catch the obvious warmth in his eyes: "we don't have any opinions about this, because Gao Fei is a comprehensive talent who can always stimulate all potential in any environment. Liao Wusi, however, is a ruthless person who does not hesitate to use any means in order to survive or achieve his goal. "

"Oh, your instructor's eyes are so accurate?"

Shen Yinbing came to be interested: "if Gao Fei and Liao Wusi fight, who will be the winner?"

Ye Xinshang found a cigarette end (Shen Yinbing threw it, and the eldest one, the dead child always doesn't cherish things). He laughed shyly and lit it. He took a hard breath and asked: "two trains with the same speed, weight and model collide with each other. Who will win?"

"There's no winner, there's no winner."

Shen Yinbing understood the meaning of Ye Xinshang, but the corner of his mouth turned up a little bit of the deep meaning that ye Xinshang didn't see. He murmured: "I'm very interested in this Liao Wusi."

"What did you say?"

Ye Xinshang didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing. It's late. I'll have a rest. It's going to rain till dawn."

Shen Yinbing raised her hand, covered her mouth, yawned, stood up and walked into the room.

"It's already dawn."

Ye Xinshang leans on the bamboo building and looks to the East.

The rain is still falling, but the sky in the East is already faintly white.

When the sun came out again, it was the next day, that is, July 22, the noon of the seventh day of the sixth lunar month. The day after tomorrow, it was the big day for Gao Fei and Wang Chen.

Maybe it's because the local residents all know that there was a gunfight in the mountain, and now there are dangerous drug dealers hiding in the mountain, so no one came into the mountain to hunt or collect medicine.

All around are quiet, the mountains bathed by the rain are very clear, the bright sun is hanging in the sky, walking slowly to the end of today, carrying both hands, a lack of ease.

Ye Xinshang woke up at 4 p.m., when Shen Yinbing was learning to cook porridge in a bamboo tube.

The porridge is made of wild fruits, such as longan and wild mushrooms, collected by Ye Xinshang from the nearby jungle. You don't need to put any materials, just need to put some salt to make it a delicious porridge.

Ye Xinshang went out and did some chest expansion exercises in front of the mountains. He said with a smile: "if you are old, it's a good choice to come to this place to spend your old age."

Shen Yinbing interface: "the premise is to build on the basis of food and clothing."

"You should have it."

"If I could live to that time, I would certainly come here."

"You..."

Ye Xinshang laughed bitterly. He didn't know what to say.

Shen Yinbing, however, just like chatting casually, fiddled with the bamboo tube and said, "today is the seventh day of the lunar calendar."

Ye Xinshang didn't understand why Shen Yinbing suddenly mentioned that today is the first day. He was stunned and asked, "so what?"

Shen Yinbing shakes the bamboo tube slowly and says faintly: "the day after tomorrow is the day of Gao Fei and Wang Chen's great joy."

Ye Xinshang said nothing and sat opposite her.

Looking at the porridge in the bamboo tube, Shen Yinbing asked: "ye Xinshang, you say, Gao Fei is not here, how should Wang Chen get married?"

Ye Xinshang replied: "maybe you can come out today, even if you come out tomorrow afternoon, you can go back to Beijing."

Shen Yinbing laughed, very mysterious appearance: "he can't go back."

Ye Xinshang didn't ask why Gao Fei couldn't get back. He just looked at Shen Yinbing's mysterious mouth and said after a moment's silence, "in fact, you are the last person to see Gao Fei get married."

"I like him. I think if he marries his daughter-in-law, he can only marry me."

When Shen Yinbing said this, her face was calm, her tone was calm, and she had no embarrassment or guilt. It seemed that only she could marry Gao Fei.

Ye Xinshang, of course, understood the troubles between them. He didn't bother to argue with her. He just said, "Gao Fei, whom I know, is a man who never gives in. Don't look at you for him, not willing to leave work, regardless of their own safety to run to him, but he will not necessarily be moved, and then make up with you

Shen Yinbing said, "I didn't come here to make him appreciate me, just because I should come."

"How do you say that?"

Ye Xinshang doesn't understand.

Shen Yinbing didn't look at him at all, but looked at the bamboo tube and said softly, "if Gao Fei has to die, he can only die in my hand - ye Xinshang, do you understand what I mean?"

"I don't understand."

Ye Xinshang's eyes narrowed slightly, flashed a sense of erasure, then disappeared, and walked down the bamboo building.

"You understand. I also understand that you have the intention to kill me now, but I'm not afraid. You don't dare, you can't. Because just as goofy can only die in my hands, even if I die, goofy can only kill me. "

Shen Yinbing is like a philosopher with profound meaning. She looks at ye Xinshang with a smile and her eyes are calm.

Ye Xinshang looked at her, then moved to the northwest, murmured: "tonight, there will be rain."

Ye Xinshang is right. When the time goes leisurely to more than 11 pm, the mountains are covered by rain again.

Click!

It was like the thunder above my head. Before the thunder, the dark blue lightning reflected the mountains, as if a beetle could be seen in the crack of a stone.

This beetle seems to be aware of some danger. It quickly climbs out of the crack of the stone. Just to find a safer place, it is trampled into a meat pie by one foot?

The foot was raised, and a drop of rain mixed with blood fell on the body of the beetle.

"Cough!"

Shangguan Fengling wanted to cover her mouth and stop coughing, but the annoying cough came up her trachea obstinately. Every cough would bring blood and take away a little of her strength.

In fact, she may have died long ago... It was her daughter on her back that kept her going to the edge of the mountains.

He raised his hand to hold a tree. Shangguan Fengling couldn't move forward any more. He was still in a coma with his hands and sat on the stone with difficulty.

Above the stone, there is a banana tree. The banana leaves like a fan block most of the rain. It is a perfect place to take shelter from the rain.

From yesterday evening to now, Shangguan Fengling has been walking most of the time in more than one day.

If she just walked, maybe she would have walked out of the mountains with her daughter on her back. The key is that in the past 30 hours, she met four groups of robbers and killers, about 30 people.

Now she and Angui Wang are alive, and the three or four unknown people have become cold bodies.

The dying Shangguan Fengling is just an old lady whose oil is exhausted, but even God can't deny her another identity: an Guiwang!

Former Angui Wang, the king with the richest fighting skills and killing skills in the world!

Compared with her, the honest monk hiding in the baiyun temple in the capital, who has put down his butcher's knife, is also dwarfed.

She's even better than her daughter.

In fact, the means of killing people will reach the peak. In the process of killing those 30 people, Shangguan Fengling made full use of the surrounding environment and her rich experience to tell those who have become corpses what is the real king of killing!

Unfortunately, she knew very well that she had come to the end of her life.

As soon as she sat down, she could feel that there were at least four people looking at her in the distance of tens of meters.

Those are killers. Although they have powerful guns in their hands, they dare not act rashly, because countless "seniors" have told them with their lives that they should never open fire to expose their position before they have the chance to kill the old woman directly.

They can't kill the old witch with one shot, they can only die: maybe they will be pierced by a branch.