Looking Through the Mirror

The young man was already at the end of his strength, but at this moment he suddenly cheered up and told him some so-called interesting things about when he first assumed the position of leader.

He has heard these old things mentioned before, saying that he was ordered to kill his relatives righteously when he was in danger, and that he was able to manage the martial arts in an orderly manner at a young age.

At that time, he was sitting at the head of the master's house as a guest, and he just took a sip from the wine glass after hearing the exaggerated emotion from the crowd, without saying a word.

As his junior brother, he really has the ability to convince the heroes.

But others only saw that he was able to handle things with ease, and how could anyone ask him if he also tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at night during the nights after he was ordered to kill his biological father?

The young man in white leaned against the stone wall to adjust his breath for a while, heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a wry smile: "No one is born with a heart of stone." Then he leaned over to him and said softly: "Let's stay here for a while. Today, if senior brother is not tired, why don't you talk for a while." Obviously he was besieged and had to come here to take refuge, but from what he said, it seemed as if he was traveling in the mountains and rivers, relaxed and leisurely.

He was originally an extremely self-disciplined person, even after drinking for three rounds, he could forcefully suppress his drunkenness, and sat on the sidelines without making any mistakes, but at this moment, he showed some youthful nature for no reason, not like killing The decisive martial arts leader is like the young boy in Shangxian Palace many years ago.

"If you have time to talk nonsense, it's better to think about the strategy to break through." He snorted coldly, probed the young man's pulse, and finally answered, "What do you want to say?"

The two sat side by side and chatted a lot, until the breathing of the young man beside him became lighter and lighter. He turned his head to look at the heavy head on his shoulders, and suddenly remembered that someone once complained: "I don't know how many things are in his brain." , deadly." The hand on the thigh moved, as if it wanted to touch the white hair.

That was the fifth day they were trapped in Jiumai Peak.

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