C821 Life is like a dream and a fantasy

Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound of a head-on collision between cold weapons and hot weapons could be heard.

In the night sky, the four bullets that were rapidly approaching accurately collided with the four throwing knives in the air. A muffled sound rang out from the flying dagger before it was completely shattered and fell to the ground.

As for the four bullets in the night sky, they were met with the resistance of the throwing daggers. He walked forward a distance and finally fell to the ground without strength left in him.

When the throwing daggers and bullets clashed, they were still slightly inferior. However, this still removed the crisis on Xiao Yi, and the four bullets finally were no longer able to cause any harm to him.

The villa that was filled with excitement just a moment ago instantly quieted down. There was only the thick smell of blood in the air.

Xiao Yi still sat on the leather sofa and left the sofa below him the entire time. Now, Xiao Yi raised his head, looked at the stairs, and said with a clear voice: "Now, you can come down, right?"

In the darkness, Qing Hu walked over from the stairs. There was no more of the initially high-spirited and calm demeanor. His entire face twisted as if he had seen a ghost. Those eyes expanded bit by bit as they were covered by a dense grayish-white color.

In that moment, Qing Hu who was walking down the stairs looked like a zombie. In his hand was a shiny pistol, but the muzzle was pointed at his head.

"How is this possible, how is this possible..." In the darkness, Qing Hu repeated his words.

Hearing Qing Hu's question, Xiao Yi laughed: "In this world, there are many things that happen. I already told you that you all are nothing more than low-level assassination organisations, killing you all is as easy as pie. At first I promised not to leave the sofa beneath me, but now I sit here. Qing Hu, do you admit defeat? "

The corner of Qing Hu's mouth rose into a bitter smile. The hand holding the gun lightly trembled in the night. He lost his voice and said, "You're a ghost, you're a demon, you're a black-and-white Wuchang who wants his life. "You're not human, you're definitely not human …"

Xiao Yi laughed disapprovingly: "Now, everything should end. Are you going to do it yourself, or am I going to do it? "

When Qing Hu heard this, despair surged into his heart. This assassination organization that he had painstakingly managed was now completely wiped out. This made Qing Hu a little unwilling, he used all his strength to shout: "Could it be, that you only killed us because you were in a bad mood?"

Xiao Yi squinted his eyes, a cold light shining from his narrow eyes: "This is all because you acted on behalf of the Ye Family to bind innocent people in this underground room. And you guys working for the Ye Family like this, made me in a bad mood. "

Qing Hu finally understood in an instant, how he had gotten himself into trouble.

Laughing desolately, he laughed mournfully into the dark night, "Hahaha, I am really not reconciled to this. At that time, I was just helping the Ye Family to guard the hostages. This was the simplest mission, and I just thought I had a few dogs at home. In the end, it was those dogs who caused my entire Qing Hu army to be annihilated. "I can't accept this, I can't accept this …"

Bang.

In the darkness, Qing Hu finally pulled the trigger. The bullet entered his head and his tall body fell to the ground with a dull thud. A demonic blood lotus rapidly appeared on the ground.

Xiao Yi sat on the sofa and picked up another goblet. Pouring himself a glass of the eight year old Lafite, he took a sip.

The night, the wine.

"Plant what reason, get what result." Xiao Yi sighed, and said sorrowfully: "Even if it's a small matter, you must still be careful, and give it your all. Unknowingly, you have fallen to become an accomplice. The accomplices are sometimes even more detestable than the main culprit! "

After a long sigh, Xiao Yi stood up from the sofa like a carp. After tidying up his clothes, he walked down the stairs and entered the basement.

In the basement, He De Zhi's wife and children were huddled together. The sounds of gunfire from the mansion just now had made them all tremble in fear, like frightened birds.

"Hurry up and leave." Xiao Yi looked at He De Zhi's wife and son, who were in the damp and darkness, and comforted them: "It's fine, I was invited by He De Zhi to save you. "Don't worry, He De Zhi is waiting for you guys."

In the darkness, he curled up into a ball of He De Zhi's wife and son. Only then did he raise his head, trembling with fear.

"Let's go." Xiao Yi urged, "The gunshots just now, if we don't leave now, there will be endless trouble. "We should leave the villa as soon as possible."

After giving some instructions, Xiao Yi turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Following the road they came in, Xiao Yi, in the darkness, acted like a lone ranger as he returned home dusty.

After pushing open the door and entering, Xiao Yi went straight to the bathroom to wash his hands. It was as if he wanted to wash away the smell of blood on his hands.

After doing all this, Xiao Yi turned and entered the house. Returning back to his own bedroom, he sat cross-legged on his bed and started cultivating bit by bit according to the method of the Nine Dragons True Classic.

After the battle just now, Xiao Yi had gained some insights on the path of cultivation.

The night was silent. No one knew that there had been a bloodbath in the outskirts of the capital.

It was always late in the winter in the capital. Xiao Chaoran sat in his room and didn't sleep throughout the night. Thinking about Xiao Moyu's death, he felt as if a piece of his heart was missing.

After eating breakfast, Xiao Chaoran looked towards Xiao Yi and spoke in a low voice, "Since this matter is already over, it's time for the new year again. I want to go back and take a look at the old man. "

Xiao Yi knew that Xiao Chaoran was feeling terrible in his heart, hence he lightly nodded his head.

"Do you want to come back with me?" Xiao Chaoran looked at Xiao Yi and asked.

Xiao Yi muttered to himself for a moment, then answered: "It's still not enough, I have some things to do in the capital."

For a moment, silence reigned.

In the villa, Yu Qingmei was not at home. The father and son sat facing each other at a table and fell silent for a moment.

Both father and son harbored their own thoughts.

"Oh yeah, I want to take Mo Yu's body back." Xiao Chaoran still slowly spoke out.

Originally, with Xiao Yi's fierce personality, he would definitely refuse Xiao Chaoran's request. However, Xiao Yi said in a serious tone this time: "It is time to bring him back, and let him fall back to his original location."

Seeing that Xiao Yi had agreed so straightforwardly, Xiao Chaoran revealed a look of joy.

"Mo Yu was buried in Swan Lake Cemetery. I've asked around." A look of reminiscence surfaced on Xiao Chaoran's face as he sighed, "Swan Lake Cemetery is a very good place. The Ye Family had finally shown their humanity for the first time. However, the root of Mo Yu is SH, so I have to take him back. I believe that my father also wanted me to bring Mo Yu back. Even though he didn't say anything, he was adamant. But Father used to love Moyu. "

"Yes." Xiao Yi nodded his head, and said cheerfully: "Wait until nighttime, I will go and dig out Mo Yu's ashes, you can bring it back."

"Thank you." For the first time, Xiao Chaoran carefully thanked Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi forced a smile, thinking back to Xiao Moyu's complicated life, it was hard to determine whether it was good or bad. He did not tell Xiao Chaoran about the matter of Xiao Moyu being the last prodigal son.

Xiao Yi had already experienced this kind of heartbreaking pain once. Furthermore, his father valued brotherhood greatly, so Xiao Yi did not want to tell Xiao Chaoran about it.

Xiao Yi was afraid that his father would feel so sad that he would suffocate, and he would not be able to accept this fact.

He let the story behind his second uncle be buried deep in his heart and disappeared into the night with the wind.

"Oh yeah, be more careful in the future. I have a feeling that he is not really a hermit. "On the contrary, it seems like he's hiding his strength and preparing to rise again in the future." Remembering Xiao Moyu's reminder when he was about to die, Xiao Yi finally couldn't hold it in and opened his mouth.

Although he knew that his father would definitely not believe him, there were some things that he had to say.

"Your uncle's heart is already dead for sure, you're worrying too much." Xiao Chaoran was a little impatient now, as his words revealed a sharp imposing manner, "Do not bring up this kind of topic again in the future. I don't like to hear it, and neither do you. I know that you've been wandering around the world for the past few years and have seen too much human nature being cold. But in the end, we still feel that our blood is thicker than water. Moreover, your uncle has already let go of all of his influence, making it impossible for us to rise again. "

Seeing how determined Xiao Chaoran was, the topic had to end here.

"I'm a bit tired, I'll go back to SH tomorrow." Xiao Chaoran stood up and entered the house.

Xiao Yi sat by the side of the table, his eyebrows raised up, and sighed: "You can't have the heart to harm others, but you can't let your guard down. However, after his father had gone through with what had happened to his second uncle, he probably wouldn't be on guard against his eldest uncle anymore. Sigh, this was a hidden danger after all. "Hopefully, uncle has really let go of all of his influence and the thought of starting a new life for good."

The sun was shining brightly. On this day, Xiao Yi was like a bright and beautiful teenager.

When the sun had set, Xiao Yi looked at the afterglow in the sky, and started to ponder: "Second Uncle, it's as if the sun had set, and already disappeared from the side of the sky. I hope he's in another heaven and can get what he wants. "

After exhaling a long breath, Xiao Yi sighed and said, "Life is like a dream, love is like a dream. Life is like a mist or a dream. Life is like a dream, love and hate have their own dilemma. Life is like a dream or a fantasy, and the morning and evening are like the sunset. "

Watching the sun set in the west, the east wind blew and shook the forest on the mountain. Twilight slowly covered the land, and it was difficult to see clearly.

Xiao Yi had finally seen through everything about Xiao Moyu. A huge burden on his heart had finally been lifted.

Everything was just like a dream. If the dew is like lightning, it should be regarded as such.

Dreaming bubble shadow, dew, electricity, all are virtual and unreal phase, because of the combination of fate, the beginning and end, the blink of an eye. Life is full of mystery and uncertainty, maybe this was what Xiao Moyu's fate should be like …