There was a golden spear five tiger broken door spear that was nine feet long!

However, the spear had been broken into three parts!

"To tell you the truth, this is my ancestral Five Tigers Broken Door Spear, which is a treasure gun made of Burmese steel and black iron, and then carefully forged by a famous caster. Even a divine soldier like Mo Ye might not be able to hurt it, but now it has been cut off!" Ding Peng's expression was extremely painful.

Even if his son died, it wouldn't have to be so.

"Was it cut off by the sword of the flying meteor?" Su Jian was shocked, of course he could see that the gun was extremely extraordinary!

"That's right!" Ding Peng hung his head in frustration, like a defeated rooster, and suddenly his emotions became excited again.

"He could have cut me into three like this spear, but he left me dead, do you know why?"

"He wants to make you feel more painful and humiliating to live than to die, because dead people don't feel anything," Su Jian said in a deep voice.

There are many people who say: I am not even afraid of death, what else is there to fear?

In fact, it doesn't take much courage to die, only to live does it take more courage!

Only by living can sometimes it be more painful and torturous than death!

That's why many people choose SHA to end their lives!

They all think that it is easier to die than to live hard!

Ding Peng cautiously closed the secret compartment and closed the cabinet again.

Fu returned to his seat with heavy steps, sat down and said dejectedly: "He knows that I am a coward, and he doesn't even have the courage to sha." ”

"I can only endure the pain of taking my wife every day, and live in humiliation until I am tortured to the point where my spirit completely collapses!"

"But Hong Qi and Fei Meteor must also know: although you are cowardly, you are at least still a well-known figure in the rivers and lakes, at least you still have money, of course you will not be willing to endure this humiliation for the rest of your life," Su Jian said.

"They weren't worried about my retaliation. That's why I can't wait to find an assassin to assassinate Hong Qi and take back my beloved wife. No matter how much money is spent, even if the family is bankrupt, I will not hesitate to do it!" Ding Peng clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said as if he was ruthless.

"That's what I'm here for," Su Jian said lightly.

"I know! I know!" Ding Peng stood up excitedly and said, "As long as Su Shaoxia makes a move, the Flying Meteor will be defeated, and Hong Qi will die!

"How much silver does Su Shaoxia need to do this? Just ask! Even if I take this small martial arts hall from Ding Peng, I am willing! After all, people are breathing, and Buddha is a stick of incense!"

"I only need 50 taels of silver," Su Jian said lightly.

"What?50 taels?" Ding Peng opened his mouth wide with an expression of disbelief.

Even Sima Fangling glared at him as if he was looking at a bai chi.

Is this man's brain broken again?

"In my opinion, there is not much difference between killing a person and asking for 50 taels and 50,000 taels of silver, I only need 50 taels now," Su Jian explained.

Unexpectedly, the world's fastest knife would kill people for 50 taels of silver!

"Actually, Su Shaoxia, this little silver, even if you don't kill for me, as long as you open your mouth, I will give it to you without hesitation! Being able to help a hero like Su Shaoxia is the greatest glory of my life Ding Peng!" Su Jian didn't have a lion open his mouth, but Ding Peng was a little unhappy and incomprehensible.

Because it made him feel that there was no sense of accomplishment at all in doing this.

Even doubting that Su Jian would do his best?

After all, who would be willing to challenge a terrifying master like Flying Meteor for 50 taels of silver?

The time has just passed, and the time has passed.

The moon is dark and the wind is high and the night kills.

Jinwu Town, North Town.

Drunken Eight Immortals Restaurant.

In the bright restaurant, there are very few guests drinking at this time.

After prosperity, it is always lonely.

It's always deserted after the excitement.

Hong Qi sat on the balcony on the third floor of the restaurant.

He held on to the red lacquer carved railing on the balcony with one hand, looking down at the lights of Jinwu Town under the balcony, and his eyes revealed infinite satisfaction.

He is fifty-five years old this year, and he has struggled for forty-three years from a self-made business from a young man who ran a hall at the age of eleven or twelve, and later owns one of the most luxurious restaurants in Jinwu Town.

It can be said that he has spent his whole life in restaurants and restaurants.

He has done any profession in the restaurant.

No matter what he does, he demands perfection and perfection.

So whatever he does, he does it better than others!

His restaurant has a total of twenty-three men, fifteen cooks, eight handymen, three foremen, and six bodyguards.

He knows everyone's home address, age, strengths and weaknesses well.

Because everyone here has been carefully selected by him.

He must be absolutely satisfied in order to do things here.

The kung fu of those six bodyguards is also first-class in Jinwu Town, as long as he greets, the bodyguards will appear at any time.

What satisfied him even more, of course, was the new Meteor.

Hong Qi never dreamed that there were still people in the world with such high kung fu!

Suddenly, there was a cold whirlwind blowing on his slightly fat face, which made Hong Qi involuntarily shiver.

As soon as he looked down, he saw that under the restaurant, two figures had come to the door of his restaurant.

The man was dressed in black, his face was pale, his appearance was handsome, and his waist was straight! At his waist was a pitch-black scimitar, about his early twenties.

The woman's brocade dress, the dress is bright and beautiful, she looks like a fairy, her figure is tall and graceful, and she is a great beauty who is one in a million.

But when Hong Qi saw these two people, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his whole body felt a piercing coldness.

There is murder in those two people!

The man in black, in particular, is like a sword out of its sheath.

Although Hong Qi's martial arts are not too high, he is no stranger to this murderous aura.

He is so good at observing words and emotions that he can deduce all his mental activity from the eyes of others.

This is the ability of his sharp eyes that he has cultivated over the years.

Even some of the Lao Jiang Lake, who has walked on the tip of the knife for many years, can't compare to him.

But Hong Qi did not flinch and flee because he smelled the smell of danger, the expression on his face became more elusive, like a fluctuating cloud of smoke.

Is he fearless, or has there been nowhere to hide?

As long as you don't stop your steps.

No matter how long the road is, there will always be a time to finish.

So Hong Qi soon heard the sound of soft footsteps on the stairs.

It was the footsteps of two people.

It's like there's a wonderful fit.

Every step they take.

All with some peculiar rhythm and rhythm.

That's a life-threatening note.

That's the rhythm of killing!

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