This strange man stood in front of me, and I let out a long sigh, just pushed him away with all my strength.

As the rain was getting heavy, I leaned weakly on the street lamp pole behind me, took out a cigarette from my pocket with some fatigue, lit it, and took a deep breath.

All I thought about was that it was a pity that this strange man would never answer me in the question I just now.

It seems that every battle always has to go through twists and turns. When can you completely dominate a battle? After all, it is just a problem of insufficient strength.

A more and more sad melodious tune kept ringing in the alleys, accompanied by the drizzle, making people feel a sense of desolation of prosperity and falling.

The strange man in front of me had already begun to walk aimlessly towards the alley with his eyes out of focus. I sucked two sips of the cigarette in my hand, and then threw away half of the cigarette left. There were many things to deal with. Smoking two sips of cigarettes is already a luxury, and I have no time to waste it.

After wiping the rain on my face, I walked towards the secret guards.

I found that except for Uncle Lan's condition, the other secret guards were just unable to move and were still awake. The eyes of my eyes were full of excitement, but the pain made them unable to speak.

I roughly checked Uncle Lan's injuries and found that the strange man did not hurt the deadly stamina artery, otherwise Uncle Lan would not have been able to support his heartbeat until now. However, the wounds were indeed very deep. For some reason, there was no tendency for blood to coagulate.

I was going to tie the weird man up before, but my shirt was still there.

After all, I have learned some simple methods to stop bleeding, so I can only help Uncle Lan bandage it simply.

As for the other secret guards, I also checked it for a brief moment. It was because of more than one fracture that made these iron-blooded men unable to speak, right?

I dare not move any of them at will. The broken bones may pierce the internal organs. I can probably do this, and this is probably the only way.

There is no problem with Su Ling, I don’t think there is any need to worry, but A Yao doesn’t know what’s wrong? She is still unconscious in the alley and has no tendency to wake up.

I sighed helplessly, and now all I can do is wait.

I looked up and looked at the tall and elegant figure at the end of the alley, walking towards the depths of the alley with a flute.

At this moment, the soft and sad part of the tune seemed to come to an end. After a slow bass, the song suddenly became excited with a turning point, as if a hero at the end was forced to a dead end, and finally drew his sword and wanted to fight the final battle in the midst of vicissitudes and desolation.

In contrast, the confused strange man who was spinning around the alley also cried out for no reason, and suddenly began to go crazy in the alley, hitting the wall desperately, and even began to hurt himself, constantly tormenting himself.

I avoided a little to avoid hurting innocent eyes. But I could feel the tune in my ears. Under this tune, there was a powerful spiritual power, which was integrated into this seemingly harmless tune, and there was also an unknown force, which merged into an absolutely powerful control aura.

I think this unknown power is probably the key to this tune that only acts on monsters.

However, when I opened my eyes, I saw that the tall figure had already stood less than five meters away from me. The passionate thing was still continuing to be in the drizzle. Such an elegant man was just suitable for such a worldly and unstoppable killing demons, right?

Child Emperor!

Does it always appear at this last critical end?

My eyes fell on him, today it was a close-fitting black silk shirt, and the slim-fitting trousers were like a prince in the dark night.

It seemed that I had no shirt left, and I was covered with scratches on my body, which made me feel extremely embarrassed.

It feels like the difference between beggars and nobles

Feeling my gaze, Emperor Tong looked at me squintly. The look was just indifference and arrogance. It seemed that playing this song was not difficult, and he still had spare energy and didn't care much.

I was bored. At this time, I looked at the strange man in the alley who had tortured himself tortured more scarred than me. His deformed limbs and even walking became a problem. He began to release his demonic power constantly.

I could feel that within two or three meters in front of him, the cold force was densely spread. The random collision brought out a burst of cold wind, and the swelling rain was like a trapped beast walking in the final end, being locked in a cage, but still wanted to concentrate all the strength to break through.

Unfortunately, the strange man started vomiting blood in big mouthfuls, hurting his soul, and his brain would inevitably have some sense.

At this time, the passionate tune of Jinjie and Iron Horse suddenly changed and began to become tender and sad.

Just like a hero who tried his best to fall to the end, a weak woman squeezed away the cold-blooded enemy regardless of danger, rushed over, hugged the hero's last lingering in the end, making people feel the urge to cry.

With a sense of exhaustion, the fatigue of sleeping in sadness for a hundred years is made to calm down. Under the soothing of the tune, people want to be more and more calm.

The strange man no longer moved and lay down in the rain. As the tune progressed, he could roar twice at the beginning. Gradually, his breathing calmed down and no sound was released. Even in the end, his breathing became difficult, and he was extremely weak.

The last syllable finally ended, and Emperor Tong slowly put down the flute in his hand.

I saw that it was definitely a bamboo flute, but for some reason, it was covered with purple markings like thunder and lightning.

Anyone with a little eyebrow can see that those marks are definitely innate, not acquired processing, no matter how clever the artificial things are, they cannot escape the smell of carving. Top craftsmen pay attention to great ingenuity and no craftsmanship, and they cannot achieve natural naturalness.

So, the strange bamboo pattern left an extremely deep impression on me.

"Mr. Ye? When will I see you? How can I be less embarrassed?" Emperor Tong walked past me, and a cold and emotional voice sounded in my ears.

I was speechless. He appeared three times, and no matter it was the intersection in the afternoon, the messy bars, and the alleys in the dark night, it was true that I was not embarrassed.

He walked coldly towards the strange man who didn't know what kind of thing, looked down at the man proudly, let out a disdainful 'sneer', then turned around, looked at me proudly, and said, "Mr. Ye, such a little demon, he didn't even take it down even if he used the demon-suppressing spell? Do you still have the charm of Nie Yan?"

At this time, footsteps finally sounded in the alley. I don’t know if it was the person Su Ling called, the person from Tong Emperor who suddenly appeared, or someone else?

Originally, my attention was attracted by these footsteps, but the words of Emperor Tong made me feel angry, as if I had been touched with a sore spot. I said in a low voice: "He is him, I am me! At least for the past twenty years, I have lived as Ye Zhengling."

"Is that true?" I don't know if it was because of my long legs. The Tong Emperor had already walked towards me and stepped in front of me in three or five steps.

His eyes looked at me with some amusing eyes, as if he was watching a weak person, and had to find an excuse for that kind of clumsy trick. He pondered for a long time before he spoke: "I hope this is not an excuse for you to be incapable of power."

"Ha, is it an excuse? I don't know. I'm still alive, and we're not sure." I looked at Emperor Tong, tried to endure the pain of the wound and straightened my backbone.

"Oh? Don't you thank me when you are alive? How many times should you thank me?" Emperor Tong seduced a smile on his lips, but there was no warmth and happiness that should be in his smile, but instead seemed to be endless ridicule.

If a stupid girl is here, I'm afraid she will be fascinated by saying that this is a nobleman full of evil charm?

"Of course I should thank you. I know the grudges clearly." I am not afraid to admit this fact.

At this time, five people had already walked into the alley, but looking at the eye contact between Tong Emperor and them, I was afraid that these people were Tong Emperor's people, Tong Emperor just nodded slightly at them, and these people consciously walked towards the strange man. Two of them raised him, and three others helped, walking towards the exit of the alley.

I sighed in my heart, the important clues are gone again.

Emperor Tong didn't seem to care much. He just chuckled in the face of my words, and then said to me before turning around: "What I want is never your distinct grudges, but your relationship has been running between you and me for too long, and you always have to distinguish between the high and low. The cycle of fate has changed to today, isn't it destined to have an answer?"

I am silent.

And he said: "Don't care, this little demon has acted strangely. We have been targeted by us for a long time, but was hit by you in a bad luck. It's not my robbery of you."

After saying that, he turned around and completely left behind the rain behind him.

In the distance, there seemed to be a sound of a sirens.
Chapter completed!