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The Crest of the Wolf (Volume 4) Chapter 66: Fire (4)

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    Fist, a white and powerful fist stopped in front of the man in black. It was hard to imagine that such a delicate and beautiful fist could have such huge lethality as a sharp weapon.

    Even though the fist had stopped, the man in black could still feel the chill between his brows, like the pressure of a blade.

    While the cold sweat was dripping, a cruel smile flashed in the eyes of the man in black. However, Han Zhui, who could have knocked him down by just pushing his fist forward for one minute, showed a strong look of fear for some unknown reason.  .

    How is this going?  Could it be that Han Zhui suddenly changed his gender?  Of course not, Han Zhui has only one principle, tolerance for the enemy is cruelty to oneself, so there is no such thing as kindness in him, he only knows how to pierce his enemies like an awl!  pierce!  pierce!

    So why did he stop at this moment?  Could it be the sequelae of the punch from the second man in black who fell?  Of course not. Although the punch was painful, it was by no means too heavy. At least for Han Zhui, even if he received ten or twenty punches from such a punch that had lost most of its strength, he would never be able to do it.  Too much damage.

    So what really made Han Zhui stop and show such a frightened expression was not any of the above two reasons, but the old and ordinary necklace in the hand of the man in black.

    Maybe it¡¯s not so much a necklace as it is a miniature chain, because what crosses the chain is not an ornament but a small yellow lock.

    Why would Han Zhui, who was used to seeing big winds and waves, look so panicked for this ordinary necklace?  Just because he had not only seen this necklace but was also very familiar with it, when he saw this necklace, he couldn't help but think of the person wearing it.

    With a more swift movement than before, the man in black only felt his eyes blurred, and the necklace he held high in his hand disappeared.

    Nan, the word "nan" that Han Zhui is familiar with is clearly engraved on the old lock cylinder. It is unmistakable. This is Namjoon's necklace. This is the necklace that Namjoon has never left his body for a long time. Now  The necklace is here, but where is Namjoon?

    Han Zhui is a very calm person, but he is trembling at the moment, and he can't stop shouting tremblingly.

    "Where is he?!"

    The man in black immediately showed a cruel smile when he saw this, and said with a cold smile: "You will never see him again in this life."

    Just this short sentence made Han Zhui stand on the spot as if struck by lightning. How could he not understand the meaning of this sentence, and how could he not believe it now.

    "I kill you!"

    When Han Zhuibao opened his red eyes and shouted these words hysterically, these four short words were no longer a threat but an action.

    Han Zhui moved. No one could describe his movements at this time. He was so fast that he no longer looked like a man, but more like a beast, a beast filled with anger and only knew how to kill.

    Danger is a signal, and this signal originally came from Han Zhui's scarlet pupils, but strangely, the man in black revealed a cruel smile amid this strong fear.

    Everyone has his or her blind spots, and there are many corners around everyone that cannot be seen clearly or penetrated.

    The same goes for Han Zhui. When he rushed into the blind spot of several men in black, he didn't know that he also placed two other men in black in his blind spot.

    So he was wrong, he should not have focused all his attention on Namjoon's necklace, he should not have been swallowed by anger, and he should not have rushed over without a trace of caution.

    Mistakes are a very complicated thing, just like life. They can be very tolerant and generous, giving people a second chance to make mistakes, or they can be so mean and sharp that they don't even have a chance to reflect.

    Did Han Zhui miss it?  Maybe there is or maybe not. After all, how many people can tell clearly what happened in the past?

    But there is no doubt that this time he was wrong, and for his opponent, his mistake will never be ignored or let go.

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    In the dark alley, the knife was lying on the cold wall, vomiting as if it wanted to spit out the restless heart.

    However, the heart is not born in the stomach. Only drunk people will think that the heart and stomach are the same concept, so Xiaodao was drunk, and very drunk.

    The wine in the pot, the stained tables and chairs, the dilapidated shop, the rickety old man in his dying years, for some reason these images seemed to be carved into Knife's mind and he couldn't shake them off no matter what he did.

    These booksThey are all things that have nothing to do with Xiaodao, but Xiaodao can't help but bring himself into the darkness that is as obscure and lonely as a coffin.

    Even surrounded by this thick drunkenness, he could even foresee the loneliness and loneliness that he would be in decades later, and he could only hide silently in the corner, waiting for his death.

    Why people live is not a question, because it itself is the answer to this question, living only to live, simply complying with the desire to live as a living thing.

    The knife slowly raised his trembling arm, rolled up his sleeves and wiped away the residue at the corner of his mouth, and walked precariously along the darkness in front of him while holding on to the cold wall.

    "I know you won't keep me waiting too long."

    There was a sudden voice in the dark alley not far from Xiaodao, but most people probably couldn't bear such a sudden greeting, because it was too dark and creepy.

    But Xiaodao didn¡¯t feel fear, or in other words, he lost his fear when he heard the sound, because he already recognized that it was the pony¡¯s voice.

    And of course this person named Xiao Ma is not the dashing Xiao Ma in so-and-so¡¯s movie, and certainly not the angry pony in so-and-so¡¯s novel.

    The pony is neither chic nor irritable. In his own words, "a pony is just a pony. A horse can be a Roman horse or a mule horse."

    The knife stopped and stared into the darkness in front of him, "You haven't left yet!"

    In the darkness, Xiao Ma said slowly: "Didn't I walk out of that unappetizing restaurant?"

    Xiaodao gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "If I were you, I should leave now!"

    When Xiao Dao finished these words, a slight sound of footsteps immediately sounded in the darkness in front of him. Of course, the steps were taken by the pony, but the reason why he took the steps was not to escape but to get closer.  .

    The distance between them was not far, so in just the blink of an eye, the pony walked out of the rich dark color and came to the eyes of the knife.

    "It's a pity that you are not me."

    The knife clenched his fist tightly and gritted his teeth with a livid face and said: "You won't leave?!"

    Xiao Ma sighed slowly and said, "If it can make you feel better, you can take action. After all, that's all I can do for you."

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