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- "Ahhhhh"
Once again, I woke up from a nightmare, covering my painful forehead in cold sweat. Ying Wanli bit her lips, feeling the salty smell in her mouth that was gradually becoming stronger. Her face was ferocious, like a ghost.
??Suffering from anger? Haha, I have a knife on my head. I once had great power, but now I am just more breathless than a dead person. What's the point of living like this?
¡°I have tasted the sweetness of power, and it is so painful when it is lost.
Putting on a single coat, I walked thousands of miles to the desk and started writing a letter.
Few people know that Ying Wanli and General Xiong outside the Pass have a close relationship and rely on each other to help each other. General Xiong needs Ying Wanli's intelligence resources so that he can have peace of mind, and Ying Wanli is also willing to make friends with forces in the military so that he can With ease.
"Brother Xiong Junjian, a demon suddenly appeared in the capital, with strong martial arts skills and vicious thoughts"
After writing the request for help, Ying Wanli licked his lips and blew a sharp whistle, and a white dove fluttered down.
Ying Wanli carefully put the letter into the holder on the pigeon's leg, sealed it with fire paint, and let it fly.
Hu Tiehua¡¯s head hurts. Hu Tiehua¡¯s head hurts. Hu Tiehua¡¯s head hurts very much.
"Are you Hu Tiehua? The famous 'Flower Butterfly' Hu Daxia?"
¡°I didn¡¯t expect that after seven years, someone would still know me.¡±
Hu Tiehua is a person who likes to make friends.
His criterion for making friends is very simple, whether he can drink or not.
He believes that anyone who can drink is not a bad person.
??For example, this young man he met.
This young man had never met him before, but he almost hit a cat when he was riding by.
Hu Tiehua rushed out, blocked the horse, and saved the cat.
Then they got to know each other, not the kind of people who disagreed and fought. But after the young man saw him, his eyes lit up.
"Hero, I'll buy you a drink."
Hu Tiehua felt that her name was not a secret, so she came up with those two sentences, and then everything changed.
Before he could even finish his voice, he noticed that the people in the restaurant looked at him differently and their expressions changed. According to him, the drunkard saw good wine, the pervert saw beautiful women, and the hungry ghost saw braised pork.
"Catch him, life or death!"
Hu Tiehua, who was already drunk, didn't even hear who yelled first. Anyway, including the young man opposite, a dozen people rushed towards him.
"Oh my God!"
Hu Tiehua didn't even remember how he escaped. Anyway, this kind of thing happened several times every day in the past month or so. He didn't have a good meal or a good night's sleep. He felt that he Now it's just a rat, a rat crossing the street.
Fortunately, he is not a mouse after all, he is Hu Tiehua, and his martial arts has not fallen behind.
"Seventy-two styles of butterfly wearing flowers"
Those people discovered that Hu Tiehua was not easy to catch. Not only was it difficult to catch, but he was also difficult to kill.
But there are two things that are right.
The wages of avarice is death.
Two fists are no match for four hands.
So Hu Tiehua had no choice but to escape, and she ran away for more than a month.
Just now, he exchanged the last bit of money on his body for wine, but the usually mellow wine tasted bitter in his mouth.
He already knew who was offering a reward for him, and he remembered the name again.
To see or not to see, that is the question.
There were footsteps coming, and he knew he had to leave quickly. Those people came for him, and after several misses, more and more people came after him, and their martial arts became more and more powerful.
In the most recent time, he was even injured. If his Qinggong wasn't really bad, he even thought he would die in their hands.
"He's here, chase him!"
Someone shouted, Hu Tiehua trembled and ran away.
Going to heaven and earth, there is no way out.
Originally, with Hu Tiehua's skills, if he let his hands and feet go, it was really not something that a few people could stop. However, although he was a bastard, he had his own set of rules for doing things.
Although he was not like Chu Liuxiang who never killed people, it was not something he could do such as going on a killing spree and cutting a bloody path, so he had no choice but to escape.
But there is a saying that is absolutely true, you will always be hungry when you go out to hang out.Hu Tiehua¡¯s wine didn¡¯t last long before her stomach began to growl, as if she was carrying a frog croaking.
He rummaged through his pockets. His pockets looked as clean as if they had just been washed.
Of course he can ignore it and go have a meal. He also knows that no matter what the shop owner is, he can't keep him, but he still feels that face is more important than belly.
Hu Tiehua is different from Guo Dalu. Guo Dalu is actually good at everything. What makes him unable to survive is his temper. But Hu Tiehua, apart from drinking and fighting, he really couldn't think of anything else he could do.
In the past, what he often did was usually to do things for others, such as delivering things, protecting individuals, or working as a thug. Although these jobs were not very popular, they were enough for him to fill his stomach and drink enough wine. . There was only one person in him, one person had enough to eat, and the whole family was not hungry. This was how things went for decades.
But things are different now. It is an exaggeration to say that the whole world is looking for him, but as long as he hangs around outside, it is not uncommon for ten or eight people to find trouble for him. In such a situation, let alone accepting a job, he is now a disaster star. He will bring trouble wherever he goes. Who would hire a troublemaker like him?
"Then again, living people cannot be suffocated to death, nor can they starve to death. If the dignified Hu Tiehua starved to death, it would probably be a big joke in the world.
But how can it be so easy to get money quickly without violating his basic principles?
There are two professions in the world that are the oldest but have always been in demand. One of them Hu Tiehua does not know how to choose and cannot choose, but he has done the other profession more than once.
"In order to have food and drink, I have no choice but to do it again. Let's see which unlucky guy is chosen by me."
Of course Hu Tiehua is a murderer, and has killed many, but he does not kill indiscriminately, and before killing, he has to make a selection to see if the other person has a reason to kill. If the other person is indeed a villain, he doesn't mind killing someone.
He needs to remodel and dress up. Although seven years have passed, his appearance has changed a lot, but there are really not a few people who knew him in the past. If he ran out like this, he would not be a killer, but go out. Killed by a killer.
It is not difficult for Hu Tiehua to dress up in disguise. His best friend is an expert in this field, not to mention that his friend¡¯s confidante is one of the best in disguise.
Hu Tiehua is an old man in the martial arts world. He knows a lot about the various branches of the martial arts world. In just a moment, he dressed himself up as a beggar. In fact, his current image is not much different from that of a beggar.
Being a killer requires skill, especially for someone like Hu Tiehua, who plans to join in temporarily. You can't just ask someone if they want a killer, and you can't put a sign on yourself saying that you are a killer or something.
Similarly, he knew that to take this kind of job, it was best to go through a killer agency, that is, a broker who specializes in introducing casual jobs to killers.
"There is a mixed bag of good and bad in the world. Although there are many such brokers, not all of them are reliable. There are also many cheaters. Hu Tiehua has encountered some who are blind. Of course, it is usually the other party who is unlucky in the end. But now he doesn't have the intention to trouble others. The feeling of being hungry is uncomfortable. Now he just wants to find a job and solve the stomach problem first.
As night falls, it is raining lightly in the city. Although it is not heavy, it is uncomfortable to stay in the rain for a long time, and the bone-chilling coldness is uncomfortable.
Most people have gone back home to sleep, and the city has become quiet. Hu Tiehua is leaning on a stick, head lowered, avoiding the main road and walking in the alley.
This is a muddy alley, with a dim light still on.
This is a wind lantern that has been yellowed by fireworks. It is picked under a simple bamboo shed and illuminates a small noodle stall, a few crooked tables and chairs and two miserable people.
On such a desolate rainy night, in such a secluded alley, who else would take care of their business?
Seeing this noodle stall, Hu Tiehua's eyes lit up. Although he hadn't seen him for many years, this noodle stall awakened something in his memory.
Without hesitation, he walked towards the noodle stall, but before he reached the noodle stall, someone was faster than him.
That was at the other end of the alley. A man in Tsing Yi was walking in the slanting wind and drizzle. His sallow complexion looked like he had been ill for a long time under the dim light. It seemed that he should be lying on the bed covered with a brocade quilt. Medicinal.
But he told the owner of this small noodle stall: "I want to eat noodles, three bowls of noodles, three big bowls."Such a person has such a good appetite.
Both the boss and his wife couldn't help looking at him with suspicion: "What kind of noodles would you like, sir?" Although the boss's wife was already in her thirties, she was still very slender and asked him: "You want cabbage noodles? Shredded pork noodles." ? Or hoof flower noodles?" "I don't want shredded cabbage and pork, nor hoof flowers." The man in Tsing Yi said in a low and hoarse voice, "I want a bowl of gold flowers, a bowl of silver flowers, and a bowl of pearl flowers." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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