Chapter 252

In Hanxiang building, even in the middle of the night, the lights are still bright and the laughter is constant. Without Youji and Chunji Yunji, the benefactor will not be defeated by the death of a female prostitute.

For them, it's just an extra table to talk about.

Song muyuan sits in the elegant room on the second floor, drinking and listening to music.

Around him sat a beautiful girl. They wrapped their arms around him and whispered: "young master, it's so late, don't you rest?"

They have been in Hanxiang building for a long time. They have seen all kinds of disgusting men, but they have never received such a handsome and tall young master. In principle, what kind of beauty does such a childe want? How could you come to Hanxiang building! This is a pie from the sky. Let alone a benefactor, it is not. I'm afraid they are willing to pay.

Song muyuan put down his wine bowl and laughed: "I came to Hanxiang building tonight to admire the legendary Fu Su people. But she died! Well, I'm not interested

When the two girls heard the words, they immediately showed their jealousy. One said, "young master, that Youji is plain in appearance, but she has the light of Fu Su people. If you really see her, you will be more frustrated."

Another also said: "yes, and she got to know a good friend. She stayed in her room all day, not to mention receiving guests. Those who didn't get out of the gate and didn't step forward were the same as the girls in the boudoir. Even her mother couldn't control her."

"Oh? She had a date? What does the mate look like

"I've seen them grow tall and strong. I always like to wear black cloth clothes and often wear a hat. I can't see anything except the beard and hair on my chin."

At this time, the girl who had been standing at the table and was responsible for pouring wine and vegetables for them suddenly cut in and said, "if you want me to say, I'm afraid the best friend is to come to ke you Ji! Since he came, Youji was poisoned and ill, and finally she died. She had not been able to live well for several months before her death. "

Song muyuan held the wine bowl's hand for a moment and looked up at the girl.

As soon as the girl touched his eyes, her cheek suddenly turned red. Knowing that the young master was probably interested in this topic, she sped up her speech and talked endlessly.

"Youji used to be good, and she could defend herself. She never got sick all year round. Since the man came, Youji was very upset every day and didn't dare to accept guests. Later, if the sister didn't see her spitting blood in the toilet and told her mother, the big guy didn't know she was poisoned

"Where is he now

"Who knows? Since you Ji died, he has never been here again. "

Hearing this, song muyuan stood up, untied the money bag from his waist and put it on the table. He said, "divide it by yourself." he left Hanxiang building without looking back.

Several girls at the table were looking at his back with disappointment. For the first time in their lives, they didn't open their eyes to money, but they were more infatuated.

After leaving Hanxiang building, song muyuan walked along the streets.

You don't have to check to know that the so-called "Xianghao" must be the murderer who killed Youji.

It's just, who sent him?

If it is sent by the general, it's good to say that as long as he goes back home, the United subordinates will kill him unprepared and push all the things on him at that time, and he will be able to rest in peace.

Fear, just fear. It was sent by the Lord vivace.

He was thinking about it when he heard a few footsteps behind him. It's impossible for ordinary people to find out. But he was a martial arts practitioner. He not only heard the footsteps, but also roughly estimated the distance. He was no more than six feet away from him.

When did this man keep up with him?

What is the origin?

Song muyuan didn't know anything about it. He walked forward without feeling it. When he came to a corner, his figure flashed and he turned in.

The man behind him ran after him. He just wanted to look at the corner, and suddenly he stabbed a sword from the other side. The sword was fierce and fierce. It stabbed at his vital point without mercy.

The man dodged sideways and held out two fingers. Unexpectedly, the blade of the sword was clamped on the tip of his finger. He heard a crisp bang, and the blade was folded into two by the man's two fingers.

"Take the blade with empty hands, your good Kung Fu!"

The man stepped back, confronted him coldly, and did not open his mouth.

Song muyuan walked out of the darkness and looked at the man in front of him with a smile. He was tall and big, wearing a hat. He could not see his face clearly. He could only see the scum on his chin and the disordered hair hanging on his chest.

What is a broken iron shoe, no place to find, no effort to come?

He was worried about where to look for this man, but unexpectedly, he delivered it to the door!

Song muyuan smiles, as if the other party is his friend he has not seen for many years: "why, you chased me all the way, there is nothing you want to say to me?"

The swordsman said coldly, "don't talk nonsense. Do you want to go or do something?"Song muyuan said with a smile, "guess?"

As soon as the words fell, a cold wind came to the swordsman's face. It was the sound of a sharp arrow breaking through the air. It was accompanied by a strong murderous spirit. Only a warrior could feel the wind.

The swordsman had no time to respond, and the arrow had reached his chest.

Oh!

The arrow pricked on the blade and made a crisp sound.

"Good Kung Fu!"

Song muyuan exclaimed, threw the broken sword in his hand and slowly drew out a soft sword from his waist. This is his real weapon. It looks like a long whip, but it is softer than a whip. The sword is smeared with poison, like a poisonous snake. Once it is entangled, it will be killed immediately and there is no chance for him to breathe.

He pointed his feet a little, and then he rose from the air, waving the silver snake in his hand, and stabbed at the swordsman's face.

The swordsman stood still, only took his left foot, slowly drew half a circle, then raised his machete in his hand, ignored the soft sword waving towards him, and swept the body of the sword to song muyuan's thigh with lightning speed.

Song muyuan snorted coldly. He tried to endure the pain and continued to stab at the swordsman. However, when the soft blade stabbed the swordsman in front of him, he flashed away and rushed to the back of song muyuan.

With this momentum, another knife went straight through his chest.

"Well..."

Song muyuan snorted and fell heavily to the ground.

The wound in the chest slowly shed a large amount of blood, which soaked the ground under him into a bright red color.

The swordsman put the machete back to his waist, helped the bamboo hat, and left the alley without looking back.

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