Chapter 644 This woman is so scary

After hearing Yan Laosan's words, the woman's face was pale, she trembled all over and fell to the snow. While crying, she shouted: "It's all because of me. If it weren't for me, Mr. Xu wouldn't have ruined herself like this... I harmed Mr. Xu... What's the point of living..."

Yan Laosan didn't even look at the woman. He slowly turned around and faced the two men in white, a sharp cold light as sharp as a blade burst out from his eyes: "Kill people to pay for their lives, pay for their debts! You should understand this principle."

The tall man in white stuttered: "We understand, but..."

Yan Laosan interrupted him and said coldly: "Since I understand, I won't be more irritating."

The short man in white had panic in his eyes: "What does Yan San want to use force?"

Yan Laosan shook his head: "I am old, so how can I still be interested in using force?"

The tall man in white smiled awkwardly: "It's so good! As the saying goes, a gentleman doesn't act! I miss Senior Yan, and he doesn't bother with us."

The short man in white continued on the side: "Yan San is the leader of the family, and if he fights with us unknown juniors, wouldn't he ruin his name?"

Yan Laosan nodded and said in a deep voice: "What you said makes sense. I really don't want to fight with you. Now, I just want to do one thing..." Yan Laosan said, but suddenly stopped.

The tall man in white hurriedly owed his body: "What's wrong with senior? I will..." He leaned in front of Yan Lao San. Before he could finish a sentence, he suddenly saw Yan Lao San's hunched body suddenly straightened, and his bird's claw-like palm poked out like lightning.

The tall man in white screamed, his body was thrown high, and then he looked like a kite with a broken string, falling with the snowflakes all over the sky.

Yan Laosan looked cold and continued, saying word by word: "I only want to do one thing now, that is to kill people!" After he said this, the tall man in white died.

"A palm cuts off the soul, and you will be ruthless in your actions!"

Yan Laosan has been famous for twenty years, and he relies on this unique skill.

The short man in white stood in the snow, and was killed so stupidly.

The woman's eyes were brilliant. She looked frowning on the surface, but she was crazy excited. She liked killing, just like flies like blood.

Yan Laosan seemed unable to stand the cold air in the sky. He covered his mouth and coughed violently. Just as Yan Laosan covered his mouth and coughed, the short, white-clothed man's short and thick body suddenly jumped up.

The short man in white didn't want to avenge his companions, he just wanted to escape.

"Those who know the times are heroes!" The short man in white believed that he was a hero!

Yan Laosan was still coughing, and his hunched body had been bent into a bow. The more powerful the bow, the further the arrow shot.

Yan Laosan's hunched body suddenly ejected.

The short man in white was knocked down as soon as he flew out. Before he could think about it, he felt a piercing pain in his chest. As soon as the pain began, he felt breathless.

The short man in white fell into the snow. As soon as he fell into the snow, he rolled all over the ground. He only rolled a few times and stopped moving.

In a short while, the body of the short man in white was covered with heavy snow.

The woman slowly walked to the black-faced coachman's body, and she knelt down with a plop, pressing her tear-filled face to the ground.

Yan Laosan looked at the woman's tears and suddenly sighed: "He is dead..."

The woman slowly raised her head, and tears dripped like a broken line of pearls.

The softest part of Yan Laosan's heart was suddenly touched. He looked at the woman's moving little face and sighed: "Although Brother Xu Shisan was not killed by you, he died because of you!"

The woman sobbed and said, "I know... I was the one who harmed Mr. Xu... three years ago... if I didn't leave him... maybe, there wouldn't be the tragedy we are today."

Yan Laosan frowned and said, "Let it go over the past! But I have something unknown."

The woman wiped her tears and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yan Laosan said: "Why did Baiyijian attack you?"

The woman looked at Yan Laosan blankly and shook her head, "I am a brothel woman, and I don't know anything about the world!"

Yan Laosan seemed to be talking to himself: "In recent years, the Thirteenth brother has never entered the world. He didn't expect that today, he offended Baiyijian. There must be hidden information in this."

The woman still shook her head blankly. The snowflakes fell on her little face. Her delicate little face was even whiter than snow.

Yan Laosan suddenly strode towards the carriage.

The big green horse pulling the cart was spinning back and forth in the snow.

The thick curtain of the sedan chair was lifted up, and Yan Laosan saw a sleeping face. This face was pale and haggard, sloppy but proud. The man was wearing a precious silk soft robe. The soft robe was black, like ink stain.

Yan Laosan frowned and said, "Who is this?"

The woman lowered her head and whispered: "Mr. Xu made me come here, but she didn't expect that she would meet a drunk man on the way." As she spoke, she suddenly sighed: "Mr. Xu is so kind-hearted that he rescued this person in the car."

Yan Laosan sighed: "Bodhisattva's heart is heartless, but unexpectedly he was killed by the evil."

The woman is crying again.

Yan Laosan shook his head and sighed, and tears also appeared in the old eyes. He glanced at the woman, then picked up the body of the black-faced coachman, and his figure shook and disappeared into the vast wind and snow.

The woman stood motionless. As soon as Yan Laosan's figure disappeared, a proud smile appeared on her face. The woman's smile came very abruptly. If she was unintentional, she would definitely be shocked.

Feng was sleeping heavily on his knees. He didn't know anything about the birth here.

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Fengjiazhuang of Fengyun Sect is hidden among the pine, bamboo and green cypress. The heavy snow in the sky cannot cover its majestic momentum. A road paved with bluestone leads directly to Zhuangkou. There is a river at the Zhuangkou, a bridge on the river, and there are people on the bridge.

A thin young man stands on the bridge.

The young man looked at Fengjiazhuang in the wind and snow and couldn't help but sigh.

The entrance of the village was quiet, without any sound.

The young man frowned. Large pieces of snowflakes fell on his eyebrows, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes suddenly jumped because he had already felt the murderous aura. The strong murderous aura.

Fengjiazhuang is full of experts, the terrain is steep, and the ambushing of the mechanism is unpredictable.

A bell suddenly came from the depths of Zhuangzi. The bell rang three times, and then it was a dead silence.

The young man smiled bitterly, shook off the snow on his body, and suddenly stepped onto the stone bridge.

The hall of Fengjiazhuang is empty, with charcoal basins placed in the corners of the walls.

The charcoal fire in the charcoal basin is burning vigorously. There is an altar in the center of the hall. The altar is filled with offerings. In front of the table next to the altar, a giant incense burner is placed. I want to talk about "Danzun Evil God" with more like-minded people. Follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat to read novels, talk about life, and find friends~

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