A person's heart cannot only care about one thing, nor can he care about one person. There are not many people in the world who are decisive, especially in the Burial Dragon Valley at this time, there is no one who is decisive. Such a person will at least remain stubborn in something.

A person's heart has one side, a moderate side. They can help someone in certain special circumstances, and they will also watch those people suffer in front of themselves. There is a saying that goes: It doesn't matter to you, and you don't have to worry about it.

A person's heart can also have five sides. Good and evil will eventually be rewarded. Evil in good is selfishness, and good in evil is compassion. Good and evil are inaction.

Passers-by don’t need to think too much about what they do, they just need to walk the path that others may not want to take, which is also something that most people are willing to do.

The boss said that the start time was at 3:00 noon, and there was not much noise in the Burial Dragon Valley. There were several taverns and inns in the black market. Even at this time, the people here were still very mixed. None of the people in the world had put down their burdens and inquire about the news that was more or less useful to them.

Three people died at noon three. Almost no one in the entire black market knew how these three people died. The strong man with a knife on his back died in a very remote corner. This is how he chose, but he did not expect that the result of his choice would cost him his life.

The news of the 3:00 pm was already issued before noon. The middle-aged man with a knife on his back did not know that there were other people in his hiding place. He was not even prepared at all. He died at the age of 3:00 pm and his body was thrown into a stinky ditch.

The corpses will rot. No one knows how long they will stay in the Burial Dragon Valley. Without the courage to climb the Dragon Head Peak, they can only curl up humbly in a corner and be a hunter waiting for the rabbit.

As night fell, the person lurking in the corner opened his eyes, and the person sitting in the tavern also put down his wine glasses. His drunken eyes suddenly became very terrifying. The sky of the Burial Dragon Valley was covered with dark clouds, covering the stars in the sky and the crescent moon.

There were a few corpses floating in the stinky ditch, which were never what they would care about. The weapons in their hands were tightened again, and someone was already walking on the streets under the night. His broad-backed sword was already covered with some unknown blood.

The blood in the night is black. It looks very dirty on the surface, but it can't help but make people shudder.

"What are you still waiting for? If you don't do it now, can you stay here for the New Year's Eve dinner?"

Not only who opened the mouth first, but the person who stabbed the knife in the back was cut off his throat. The person facing the enemy was inexplicably hit by a hidden weapon. The hidden weapon was covered with poison that died before he could speak. The lights were not extinguished because they were too big, but the swaying fire light made everyone start to be alert.

The eight seats on Longshou Peak were still empty, as if they were a symbol. As for whether someone would sit there, it was not their concern. Leng Xiaobai sat cross-legged on the white stone, and Liu Zhengkai was just here to witness the arrival of the third hour of noon. It was a very boring process, but he also persisted.

Luo Fangmo was still sitting at the square table, drinking Dahongpao, who had been soaked several times, while the boss returned to his cabin and fell asleep very peacefully.

"The people at the foot of the mountain have started fighting, and your two disciples cannot be spared. That is the real killing. Do you think they have a chance to survive?"

Luo Fangmo was very puzzled by what Leng Xiaobai did. The killing of the Dragon Burial Valley had begun. No one could see the other person's face clearly under the dim light. Even if he had this opportunity, he would be eliminated by another person when he wanted to see it clearly. There were no rules here.

"I looked at the Burial Dragon Valley and thought about how the boss' reputation came about. It may not be too much to put the slaughter on him. He wanted to use this opportunity to find his successor and use this method to get your drunken moon lost. Shouldn't you worry about it?"

Leng Xiaobai asked back, after letting Chen Feng and Du Lin go down, he was not worried about whether they would die because of their defeat in martial arts. This was no longer within their considerations. What he was thinking about now was what the boss wanted to do.

"What's this? Just a pot of wine. If you want it, I can also give you a pot. The reason why I, Thousand-faced Rakshasa, has a name, is not a pot of wine. The way of the drunk moon is not as powerful as the drunken life and dream death. The fragrance cannot make a person die of drunkenness, it is just a hallucination."

Luo Fangmo said indifferently that the two pots of wine on the table had been sealed, and as the prize for the last survivors, no one would care about them.

“Santhropy wine is not common anymore.”

Leng Xiaobai sighed inexplicably, as if he was feeling sad about this pot of unusual wine.

"Looking at their current appearance, they should be able to stop by midnight, and they will find that the boss's intentions are not that simple. When I come up the mountain, I will not take action."

Leng Xiaobai is confident that he can beat everyone below. If they come up together, they can only protect themselves. At most, they will take their two apprentices away safely from here.

"You still underestimate the boss' reputation in the world. The boss's post will only be posted once in his life. Anyone who was summoned here can understand his intention. That is to say, when they come, they knew that they were a life-and-death place, and the Burial Dragon Valley was a place of life and death, not a place of trial. You only have the courage in the world to let your disciples conduct trials in such an environment."

Luo Fangmo said helplessly that the sound of Burial Dragon Valley was much smaller than during the day, and the low sound did not mean that the movement was also small.

"I'll go and take a look."

Luo Fangmo seemed to say casual words, which made Leng Xiaobai a little restless. Just as she said, he never thought that a person's reputation would make many people crazy.

Chen Feng's gun was not famous in the Burial Dragon Valley. When he saw him appear, he was covered in blood. There was blood from the people he killed, and some were flowing out of himself. Now opposite him is Du Lin. A sword in Du Lin's hand completely changed from silver white to blood red, and his whole body is exactly the same as Chen Feng.

"The people from Yijianmen are really good at fighting. If you didn't stay in the first battle you chose in the Burial Dragon Valley, maybe we would have a chance to have a good relationship. If you let me go, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless."

When a man standing among the two people said, he felt as if he had already been sure that these two people would die in his own hands.

"A step back and the sky is wide open. Yijianmen doesn't want to have enemies just now. We are not interested in those two pots of wine. How about letting us go?"

Du Lin gasped and said with a deep eyes as he looked at the strong man on the street.

"You are already here and want to leave. Are you taking what your boss said as a joke? If you want to become famous, you must first establish your authority. I'm sorry, you two."

The strong man's fists are like a hammer, and the tiger is dying and blowing over.
Chapter completed!