Qiu Wanqian stopped him and said, "Since you think I'm a spy, then why don't you kill me?"

Wen Zhuyuan said, "I never kill people." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Qiu Wanqian said: "You say I'm a dead person?"

Wen stopped and said: "What is a person whose heart is dead, not a dead person?"

As he spoke, he smiled mysteriously and said, "Moreover, I believe that keeping you, a person with a dead heart, is more interesting in the world than a real dead person...... Have you ever heard a ghost fight story? Ha, I've only heard it anyway, but I've never seen it. That must be exciting, isn't it?"

When he said these words, the person had already walked far away, but there was a faint singing: "I had no intention of entering the rivers and lakes, but the rivers and lakes brought me in." I had the intention to quit the rivers and lakes, but the rivers and lakes wouldn't let me quit ......"

The singing fades away......

Qiu Wanqian suddenly fell into the snow......

Blood on the chest, dripping on the snow.

The heart is colder than snow.

He suddenly lifted half of the gun and stabbed it fiercely towards the Three Towers Temple!

Cross the ditch and vent the anger cliff.

A cottage.

Wen Zhuyuan walked into the thatched hut, untied the bamboo basket behind him, put it on the ground casually, and raised his hand to remove the human skin mask covering his face.

He looked the human skin mask left and right, and felt that he might need it later, so he tuged it back into his arms and rubbed his face, which was wrinkled and hurt from wearing the mask for so long.

I don't know if it's because of wearing a mask for a long time, or because of imitating Xie Qianchou's speech and behavior for a long time, Wen Zhuyuan feels that he is more and more similar to Xie Qianchou.

If he hadn't known what was going on, he would have thought that Xie Qianchou was his long-lost father.

Wen stopped and sat down on the bamboo bench in front of Xie Qianchou, took off the bamboo tube hanging on the bamboo basket, pulled out the stopper, and poured a few sips.

He touched the scar on his neck and said: "In the past, I always saw in martial arts dramas that wearing a human skin mask to wander the rivers and lakes was very popular, but now when I put on a human skin mask, I found out that this is really not a human thing, it is too uncomfortable, it is really unreasonable." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Xie Qianchou, handed him the bamboo tube containing the wine, and said, "Why don't you have a little bit?"

At this moment, "Bai Xiaosheng" Xie Qianchou was standing in front of a bamboo table, writing something with a wolf pen, sometimes writing hard, sometimes frowning.

He didn't know if it was because he was too engaged, or because of something else, so he didn't answer the words.

It wasn't until his mind was clogged and he couldn't remember what to write, that he raised his head to look at the chatter and chatter, looked at the blood stains on his chest, and said lightly: "You succeeded?"

Wen Zhiyuan touched the scar on his neck and said, "It's really yours, you're embarrassed to say it." I've been stabbed so much for you, I've carried so many black pots for you, you don't even have the most basic greetings, you only care about the outcome of the duel with the enemy, and whether there is humanity or not? If I knew this, I was just learning from a dog, or at least I could come back and let out a ......."

Xie Qianchou: "Wang Wang......"

Wen Zhuyuan couldn't help crying and laughing: "You really think of yourself as a dog? If you are a dog, then what am I who is an apprentice in the eyes of outsiders?"

Xie Qianchou was stunned, and said indifferently: "Of course it's a hero, hero, congratulations." ”

Wen stopped and said: "Ha, it should be said that I congratulate you, although it is me who wins, but everyone knows that it is you who defeated the enemy." ”

Xie Qianchou said: "The one who defeated Qiu Wanqian was the sword thirty." ”

Now it was Wen Zhuyuan's turn to be stunned, touched the scar on his neck, and said, "What sword thirty?"

Xie Qianchou said: "You used a sword, and you defeated the martial arts alliance leader Qiu Wanqian for the thirtieth time, so everyone gave you a nickname, called Sword Thirty." Oh no, it's supposed to give me a nickname, Sword Thirty. But I don't like this nickname, so I might as well give it back to you, and I'll call me a god of defeat......"

Wen Zhuyuan: "Defeated?"

Xie Qianchou said: "A person who has been defeated by Qiu Wanqian twenty-nine times in a row still hasn't failed?"

Wen Zhuyuan didn't know what to say to comfort him, so he had to cough awkwardly and said, "Actually, I can't blame you for this, Qiu Wanqian is really too powerful, and besides, the 'Iron Sword Thirteen Style' you passed to me didn't work for him at all, forcing me to even use the Iron Sword Fourteen Style, and I was still stabbed by him." ”

Xie Qianchou: "Iron Sword Fourteen Style?"

Wen Zhuyuan touched the scar on his neck and said, "How unreasonable, don't you know that your 'Iron Sword Thirteen Styles' can derive the most powerful Fourteen Forms?"

Relieve a thousand sorrows: ......"

Wen Zhuyuan: "Ha, in fact, I don't know. I just came up with it out of the blue. In our time, there was a martial arts master - that is, the ancient dragon predecessor I often mentioned to you before, his most important work - "The Sword of the Third Young Master" has a man named Yan Thirteen, and his sword moves are also thirteen styles. ”

Xie Qianchou was attracted.

At this moment, he didn't write anymore, threw the wolf pen on the table, walked over quickly, sat down next to Wen Zhuyuan, waited for his next words, and repeated "Yan Thirteen" in a muttering ......

Wen Zhiyuan coughed, cleared his throat and said: "That Yan Shisan, is a sword idiot, he has dedicated his life to his sword, known as taking the sword as his wife, and taking the sword as his son, the most talked about in his life is his 'Thirteen Swords of Death', but later, he realized the fourteenth style, and as a result, that sword came out, and even he couldn't control it, you said terrible or not." ”

Xie Qianchou said thoughtfully: "Master Gu's martial arts world is really desirable." ”

Wen stopped and said: "Hey, if I hadn't listened to my bullshit friend and said that I could enter the martial arts world written by Master Gu, how would I have come to your hellish world, not only did I not meet Lin Xian'er Su Rongrong and other stunning beauties, but even pretended to be Lei Qianxiao and made a fuss in Siping City, offending the feud of the South Vietnamese barbarians, and even more boring was a boring fight for you?"

Xie Qianchou suddenly smiled and said, "The bullshit friend you are talking about, is it called Gu Yong, and people call Ma Mian yes." ”

Wen Zhuyuan hadn't heard of this name for a long time, so at this moment, Xie Qianchou suddenly said it, and he didn't even react.

After a long time, he grabbed Xie Qianchou's collar and said excitedly: "You...... Know Ma Mian?"

Xie Qianchou didn't answer, just urged: "Hey, don't change the topic, hurry up and tell me what's going on with that 'Iron Sword Fourteen Style' you used?"