I warmed up a pot of old wine. This wine is really not a good wine. The sorghum wine, which costs three yuan per pound, is quite high. While drinking the old wine, the old lame man hums his middle Qin Opera, with golden horns and drums, and every word is sonorous.

Xiaohu walked into the hut and glanced at the old lame man. He didn't dare to disturb him, but just stood aside and lowered his head.

The old lame man still sang his own Qin Opera. After the song ended, he drank a sip of sorghu. The old lame man then looked at Xiaohu and smiled and said, "Is it solved?"

Xiaohu nodded and lowered his head.

"You have no intention of killing, you have not killed anyone." The old lame man sighed.

Xiaohu didn't say anything.

The old lame man just drank and stopped talking.

Xiaohu finally couldn't stand the depression of the atmosphere, and raised his head and said, "I won't let my brother have any worries."

"Okay, I understand, you go out!" the old lame man said calmly.

Xiaohu wanted to speak but stopped and walked out with some guilt. The old lame man murmured to himself: "Pojunxing's killing and abuse, and the cunning of Tianlangxing, whoever takes the two will be able to achieve great success? Living Bodhisattva, you said I can't survive the 50s, but I finally survived it. Instead, I taught a pair of unparalleled brothers. What do you have to say!"

...

In the Tianma Golf Villa in Sheshan, Eighth Master slammed the teacup in his hand on the opposite wall with a loud bang, and his face was extremely hard to see.

Mr. Mu, who was standing not far away, sighed.

Abing stood respectfully in front of the Eighth Master, a little nervous. Even if he was the Eighth Master’s most capable pawn, when the Eighth Master was angry, he was still a little nervous, for fear that the Eighth Master would vent his anger on his head.

However, Ma Liu quickly calmed down, closed his eyes and sat down again, holding two metal Tai Chi balls in his hand, constantly spinning in the palm of his hand, and the speed became faster and faster.

Suddenly stopping the movements in his hands, Eighth Master opened his eyes, with a murderous look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Xiaofeng has been following me for more than ten years, and I am my capable general. This revenge must be avenged! However, it seems that the brother Ma Liu is indeed very skilled. Xiaofeng and the three of them were easily wiped out by him, which is really beyond my expectations."

Abing wanted to speak but stopped.

The Eighth Master glanced at Abing, his voice eased, and he said, "What else is there?"

"Changmao left Shiyan and went to Tibet." Abing whispered.

"Tibet?" Eighth Master was stunned and his face changed: "What did he do in Tibet?"

"You forgot that the Wei army can be considered backing in Tibet!" Mr. Mu reminded on the side, his brows also frowned slightly.

The Eighth Master said in surprise: "Serve the life and death of a god, and the gods and ghosts will not be shocked to live a Bodhisattva?"

Abing's face also changed drastically. He heard some stories about the living Bodhisattva of the Eighth Master. He was a god-like figure. How did Wei Jun get involved with him?

"Eighth Master, is it that Wei Jun has a friendship with that living Bodhisattva?" A Bing blurted out.

The Eighth Master nodded with a serious expression: "It must have happened more than ten years ago. At that time, Poison Wolf and I were just gangsters from the Northeast. By chance, we met the Living Bodhisattva. Wei Jun invited the Living Bodhisattva to drink a drink at that time, so this fate was found. Alas, the world has changed, I forgot about this."

When he remembered the old things back then, the Eighth Master was still a little depressed and regretful. He never expected that the monk who was half frozen on the street would be the legendary living Bodhisattva, otherwise he might have helped him. As a result, this fate was hit by Wei Jun. Later, the Living Bodhisattva said that all this was destined by the cause and condition and the human power could not be violated.

"What should we do now?" A Bing took a breath.

"By the way, where is the poisonous wolf? He was killed by the little tiger?" Eighth Master asked suddenly.

A Bing said: "It probably should be that, anyway, the Poison Wolf family disappeared out of thin air in one night."

"It seems that Xiaohu was silenced. I really admire Ma Liu. The poisonous wolf is grateful to him no matter how much he said it. I didn't expect that he could really do it to eliminate future troubles. It is considered to be a hero!" Eighth Master sneered.

Turning his head, the Eighth Master said to Master Mu on the side, "Mu Bo, I was wrong. I shouldn't have ignored you!"

"The most urgent task now is to eliminate the future troubles of Maliu. I am sure that Maliu has already taken precautions against you. If nothing unexpected happens, he will probably leave recently. This is the last chance." Mr. Mu said in a deep voice.

The Eighth Master walked a few steps back and forth, as if he had made up his mind and said, "What if I ask Uncle Mu to take action in person?"

"Okay, if Xiaodao hadn't interfered, I think Ma Liu would not live until tomorrow." After Mr. Mu said this, he retreated.

...

The next day, Ma Liu got up on time at 30:00. He was about to go into the bathroom to wash up, but he saw Shen Menghan sitting in the living room in a daze.

Ma Liu was stunned. Doesn’t this woman like to sleep in? Today is not a weekend, and she won’t attend classes?

"Why are you here?" Ma Liu asked subconsciously, looking surprised.

Shen Menghan looked at Ma Liu, and no longer had the original disdain in his eyes. He said lightly: "Your question is so good that it makes no sense. Isn't this my living room?"

Ma Liu scratched his head and smiled, "Yes, I mean, you actually got up so early, so I felt a little strange. By the way, why didn't I see you going to classes every day? Is the university management so loose that no one cares about it?"

"College students are generally divided into three types: one is to sit in the classroom every day to study hard, one is to stay in school every day to spend time, and the other is to not attend classes every day, and I belong to the fourth type." Shen Menghan had a smile on her lips.

Ma Liudao: "I understand, you are the kind of student who occasionally goes to school to visit your classmates but still maintains good grades. They are geeks or geniuses, right?"

"How do you know?" Shen Menghan was stunned.

Ma Liu smiled and said, "My girlfriend was like you. She often didn't attend classes, but she could get into the top three in the entire grade every time she took the exam. She was a typical genius, haha."

After Ma Liu finished speaking, he rushed into the bathroom. When he came out, he was about to go to work, but Shen Menghan called him and asked, "You mentioned your original girlfriend Xiaoyu several times. Is she beautiful? She is also a college student?"

Ma Liu sighed and said, "He is actually similar to you, as beautiful as you, and as rich as you, but the difference is that she looks much gentler than you. Maybe I don't say this very accurately. It should be said that because she is my girlfriend and she loves me very much, she gives me the feeling that she is gentle and virtuous. To be honest, I have lived in the apartment she rented for more than two years, and almost always was served by her. I have never spent a penny, but she has spent a lot of money for me. You say that being a novice face to my level is shameless? It is actually no different from being a soft-fed person."

Seeing Ma Liu laughing self-deprecatingly, Shen Menghan did not really think Ma Liu was so shameful. Instead, she hinted that Ma Liu had difficulties and that he was not the person he said. This idea made her feel a little incredible. It seemed that in the past few days, her view of Ma Liu changed surprisingly, and she even began to be a little curious about Ma Liu's story.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Shen Menghan said oh, unable to see any changes in his expression.

Ma Liu shook his head and went straight out.

While at work, although Ma Liu still had a humble smile, he felt a little uncomfortable and began to think about where he should go. Judging from the current situation, the Eighth Master could not pay attention to him, and he had already secretly killed himself. She didn't know why the Eighth Master attacked him, but the fact is that the Eighth Master had already taken action, so Ma Liu began to plan his way out after leaving. Where to go? Go to Pudong to find that pretty widow? Or go to Paris to find that Mr. Coors?

I haven't seen Xiaoyu all day, and Xiaolan ignored him, but Brother Wen is still the same, but unfortunately Ma Liu always feels that Brother Wen is not good at all.

When he got off work in the afternoon, Ma Liu was still riding his broken bicycle home, but he felt that he was being followed shortly after leaving the club.

Moreover, the person I followed this time was different from the last time. Although Ma Liu felt it last time, he did not feel that it was like a ray of light on his back.

A fatal danger was approaching quietly. Ma Liu's back was soaked with cold sweat. He rode the car as much as possible toward crowded places. He did not dare to take shortcuts in the alleys. He rode his bike with one hand and held the dagger in his pocket with the other.

Suddenly, the phone ringtone rang and there was a text message.

Ma Liu looked around first, and then stopped the car and read the text message.

The text message was sent by Xiaodao, with only a few words: "Go to the right, go through the alley, be careful."

Knowing that Xiaodao was protecting him in secret, Ma Liu was relieved and walked through the alley on the right without hesitation, just as cautious as possible along the way.

But no matter how careful Ma Liu was, he still felt the danger approaching. Suddenly, a sword light appeared on the right and smeared towards Ma Liu's neck. The sword light flashed, shocking, with a suffocating murderous aura, which was only seen by Ma Liu in his life.

Ma Liu made a quick decision, rode his bike with his left hand, kicked his feet, and stabbed the dagger that had been prepared with his right hand, but let him react quickly, the sword light appeared strangely in his lower abdomen. Although he tried to tilt his body as much as possible, Ma Liu still felt a squirting sound, his clothes were cut, and a bloody cavities appeared in his lower abdomen, and he felt a little dizzy.

A bang!

The dull gunshot suddenly rang out.
Chapter completed!