The corners of Narcissus's mouth were stained with blood.

There was a short knife piercing through the back of her heart, and the tip of the knife, dripping with blood, had pierced through her front heart!

Narcissus turned around in despair and saw Hong Qi, the hideous fat face with a cruel smile!

"Narcissus, although we can't get you in this life, but when we go to the underworld, we can be a pair of ghost mandarin ducks, wouldn't we be happy?" Hong Qi looked at Narcissus with greedy eyes and said in a hoarse voice.

His breath was already weak, but it was precisely because he still had the obsession in his heart to get Narcissus that he instantly cheered up.

"You...... You damn bian tai!" Narcissus scolded Hong Qi angrily, then unwillingly opened his apricot eyes and slowly fell!

No matter how beautiful the face is, it will eventually decay and turn into skeletons and white bones!

But Narcissus's death was not only unexpected by herself, but even Su Jian was a little puzzling.

"What Narcissus said is all fake?" Su Jian asked lightly.

"Of course it's fake, I've never touched her," Hong Qi said with a hard breath, "But from the first time I saw this Jian Ren, I was haunted by her all day long, and I really wanted to do that!"

"You guys are really forced to do this?" Su Jian sighed.

"People can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes! If it's not for swords, it's for fish and meat!" After Hong Qi finished saying this, he suddenly closed his eyes and fell down.

All his strength was exhausted, and even his soul had withered.

His corpse happened to fall on Narcissus.

Maybe they can really be a pair of **wives after death!

From Su Jian's assassination of Hong Qi to Hong Qi's counter-killing of Narcissus.

This scene is too tense and too ci ji.

Rao is Su Jian has been sophisticated for a long time, and he can't help but sigh at this!

Hong Qi and Flying Meteor had never dared to touch Narcissus.

It shows that the identity of Narcissus is higher than the two of them! And the protagonists of this conspiracy are obviously not Hong Qi and Flying Meteor, but Narcissus!

If she hadn't felt that Narcissus was a little strange in advance, that bi shou just now might have really pierced his body!

Narcissus is dead, but who is the one who brought Narcissus here?

Su Jian suddenly thought of the Five Tigers Broken Door Gun Ding Peng.

Since Narcissus took the initiative to get drunk and participate in this conspiracy.

That Ding Peng's ancestral treasure spear, of course, was not cut off by a meteor.

He must go to Ding Peng to settle accounts!

Because he doesn't like to be fooled.

That poor guy almost put him to death!

But how to get out of this airtight iron prison?

Su Jian felt that this matter was very tricky.

He seemed to realize that something was wrong, Huo Ran turned around, and was surprised to find that Sima Fangling had actually disappeared!

What had just happened was too fast! It was too thrilling, and he had to concentrate on facing a strong enemy.

I didn't even notice: When did Sima Fangling disappear and how did she disappear?

Did she escape on her own? Or was she rescued? Or was she kidnapped?

Su Jian's brain was spinning rapidly.

But now Sima Fangling doesn't seem to matter, escaping from here is the most important!

Su Jian had no time to think about how Sima Fangling disappeared.

His current priority is to escape from this iron coffin!

Since Sima Fangling can disappear, it shows that this iron prison is not unsolvable.

His figure swept up like a harrier, and with his scabbard he was sharp in all directions.

First of all, start from the Taishi chair where Hong Qi sits, and gradually spread around with this as the center.

The most important thing to explore the mechanism is experience and patience, and these two things are not lacking for Su Jian.

More than ten years of hard practice have forged him into a superhuman-like existence.

After a carpet search, half an hour later, he found that under a long table, there was a part of the table that made a sound when struck, which was obviously different from other places.

Striking other places will produce an extremely dull echo, indicating that the iron plates in those places are extremely thick.

No matter how fast and sharp your knife is, you will never want to break through the iron plate and escape.

Only the percussion sound in this place is simply hollow, with a spiral-like echo of sound waves.

Su Jian pulled out the sheath of his sword, used all his strength, and stabbed it towards that place with precision!

Most of the ambush settings of the organs are exquisite and complicated, and Su Jian is also familiar with this kind of secret room captive mechanism.

So as soon as he stabbed down, he heard a loud "boom", and the thick steel walls on all four sides suddenly shrank back, revealing the spacious balcony outside!

At this time, outside the balcony, the night sky is starless, the fog is gradually thinning, and the east has revealed the white of the fish's belly.

On the street below the Drunken Eight Immortals Restaurant, there was already the sound of the hurried footsteps of early risers and the rumbling rolling of the wheels of the carriage.

Inside and outside, it is completely two worlds.

Su Jian only felt that the air suddenly became extremely fresh, and he let out a long breath of turbidity, feeling indescribably relaxed and comfortable in his body and mind!

"The corpses of the three of them, please deal with them!" Su Jian looked at the six bodyguards in the distance, who were like stupid, and said lightly, then turned over and jumped out of the balcony, and disappeared outside the balcony, in the few rays of morning light.

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Ding Peng sat quietly in the martial arts hall of the Zhenbafang Martial Arts Hall.

His eyes were tired and sluggish, as if he hadn't slept all night.

It's like sitting here all night.

It seemed to have turned into a stone statue, and it didn't even blink its eyes.

Even when he suddenly saw Su Jian, his eyes didn't blink.

He seems to have ignored everything.

Only a person whose heart is dead can have such a terrible expression.

"You've been waiting for me here?" asked Su Jian.

"I've been waiting for you!" Ding Peng Muran replied.

His seven-foot-long iron spear leaned diagonally on the back of the chair where he was sitting.

The bright red spear tassel also hung down lifelessly, like the blood flowing down the head of the spear!

"Do you know I'm coming?" asked Su Jian lightly.

"I didn't know at first, but now I know," Ding Peng finally raised his head, his eyes full of sadness and resentment.

"I couldn't save your wife," Su Jian sighed helplessly.

"But the fifty taels of silver are still yours, and you have done your best," Ding Peng said righteously.

"Is she really your wife?" Su Jian couldn't help but ask.

"She has always been!" Ding Peng said sadly, "Why isn't she?"

"Although she is good, she is a killer and is not suitable for you," Su Jian comforted.

"No matter who she is, I love her, and I can't live without her," Ding Peng said gloomily.

"You know she's dead?" asked Su Jian.

"Hmm!" Ding Peng nodded heavily.

"It's not that I killed her," Su Jian wanted to ask Ding Peng some other questions, but he saw his indescribable despair and pain, and he unconsciously held back it temporarily.

"She's so beautiful! Hongyan is always so thin," Ding Peng muttered to himself.

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