Lord of the Desert

Chapter 264 Dawn
Ao Zhixian was too lazy to return to him.

"The Fubo Gang can't be defeated."

She shook her head.

"But uncle is right about one thing—you are old."

Ao Zhixian got up and walked out of the hall.

The warm wind blows over the face, and the fragrance is charming and lingering.

But what Sheng Lifu smelled was only indescribable fear.

"Miss, please forgive me..."

He left his seat suddenly, but he didn't dare to chase after him. Finally, his knees gave way and he knelt down towards the door.

Ao Zhixian stopped when he heard the sound of bricks.

"Uncle still thinks I'm a little girl!"

She glanced back, revealing half of her red lips, and her laughter was like a silver bell.

"Su Lang, don't make it too difficult."

The red skirt turned around the door lightly.

Then, a tall figure strode in from outside the hall.

Sheng Lifu's heart sank to the bottom.

"you……"

He got up and looked up at Su Peifeng, his lips murmured several times, but he didn't dare to reprimand him.

Sweat drips from the temples.

"I want to see the leader!"

The voice wandered down the hall several times before being swallowed by the window wind.

Su Peifeng rolled up his sleeves without speaking.

The smile was the same as before, showing white teeth.

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that night.

Snow falls from the heavens and lies on glazed tiles.

There is a sound.

The atmosphere was freezing cold.

Dew condensed on the glass windows.

The warm wind blows along the fire path inside the wall, baking the room like spring.

Inside Babu's bed, there was a soft fragrance, which made Su Peifeng a little greasy.

He gently opened the curtain and stepped on the thick carpet with bare feet.

Ao Zhixian's sleep is very light and cannot be disturbed.

Su Peifeng went to the table and sat down.

Turn over the glass and pour water.

The cold spread over the tongue, rolled over the throat, all the way down to the stomach.

Then, there seemed to be a bloody sweetness in his mouth.

The moonlight pierces through the window, like floating water.

Su Peifeng sat like a statue, with silver light in his eyes, carefully recalling the process of killing people in the afternoon.

Sheng Lifu has the cultivation base of the Three Meridians.

But killing a frightened man is no harder than killing a stray dog.

Su Peifeng poured a second glass of water, dipped his fingertips, and wrote on the table.

[110 six. 】

This number is the life he took for Ao Zhixian.

Just like the previous 110 four times, each time, Su Peifeng would think of the first time.

More than three years ago, less than four years ago.

He is not yet nineteen years old, and he has obtained the appearance of a giant spirit for many years, but he has only entered the penetrating realm not long ago.

As a star king, he is no longer looked down upon in the clan.

Of course, it can't be said that it is highly regarded.

Days are muddy.

Until he met 14-year-old Ao Zhixian.

Like a moth meets a fire, a mouse meets a cat.

In the martial arts field of Jincimen, the arena is built of square stones, and the cracks are filled with twisted and rusty iron.

It's been a long time.

In the faded memory, people and things are black with different concentrations.

That is the fear that has settled down to this day and cannot be shaken off.

The first public contest;

Signing the life and death certificate for the first time;

Seeing blood for the first time...

Driving the giant spirit, too nervous to take a step.

His body was covered in bruises, and he couldn't tell the difference between blood and sweat.

Then the flying iron nails pierced through the lower abdomen.

It feels like yesterday.

The first feeling is not pain, but a piece of ice slipping into the flesh.

But it was scorching hot.

Xingjun fell, and the entire Jincimen cheered.

Su Peifeng still hasn't figured out what is buzzing in the air.

With a last glance, she turned to Ao Zhixian on the high platform.

In the gray and white world, only her long skirt and lips share the color of blood - bloody red.

He was dying.

She was laughing.

At that moment, Su Peifeng realized what kind of madness he had gone, and what kind of person he liked.

He was suddenly not afraid of death.

The dwarf phase came alive like never before.

Physical strength recharged.

The broken muscle was involved again.

The opponent died when the demented giant was pulled away.

No one dares to look at the newly dyed red face.

No one dared to smell the fishy smell all over his body.

From then on, at least in the first few dozen times, killing people always made him sick.

But Su Peifeng couldn't stop.

Time and time again, the girl in the red skirt smiled with satisfaction, and he always wanted to watch it again.

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Early December, dusk.

Dripping water in Xijing turned into ice, and there were few pedestrians on the streets.

Long winds rolled across the sky, sweeping away the stratus clouds.

To the south of Dongcheng, a three-entry house guarded by the government officials opened its gate, and people kept coming in and out.

This is the Governor's new residence.

Liangzhou has been a state governor for more than ten years.

That's why when Jin Ziming first came to Xijing to perform his duties, he couldn't even rent a mansion.

It wasn't until Wang Mincai's case was settled that he borrowed the vacant house of a rich businessman and moved out of the government-run clubhouse.

In the governor's mansion, half of the snow has been swept away, only to ensure that there is a way between the courtyards.

The doors and windows of the study were tightly closed.

On the couch, the two sat opposite each other.

The person on the right is wearing a Futou and a goatee, and it is Heng Wei who promoted the case of Niu Yinbo.

The man on the left is over sixty years old, with a thin body and black and swollen eyes, but his eyes are sharp and strong.

This person is Jin Ziming.

There is a chessboard on the low table, with white on the left and black on the right, right up to the middle.

"The great hero 'Quan Zhongjun' who practices the water movement method in Hezhou has invited to Xijing this morning."

Heng Wei looked at the chessboard and reported.

"The cargo of Niu Yinbo will be fished out soon."

As he said, he couldn't distinguish the local chess position, so he threw it first.

"That's good."

Jin Ziming's face was slightly relaxed, and he continued to attack and kill with his advantage.

"I went to see Wang Jinglong again in the afternoon, but this man still didn't let go."

He was wearing a thick jacket like a tortoise shell, holding a hand warmer, and he hadn't seen his staff responding on the chessboard for a long time.

Looking up, he saw that Heng Wei's fingers were trembling with cold, and he couldn't hold the chess pieces stably.

"It's the twelfth lunar month in winter, and you still wear this scholar's uniform, do you have to shake to keep warm?"

Jin Ziming blamed, and passed the stove in his hand.

Heng Wei took it generously, but his mouth was stubborn.

"Manufacturing Taiwan, the family can't buy carbon, it's just a small trick of the Fubo Gang."

"If I add clothes, wouldn't it be a sign of weakness?"

He warmed his hands for a while, and finally let go.

"The thing about Sheng Lifu in the Chengyun Hall has also paid off."

"Aggregating the news from the three sources, he did not die suddenly due to illness, but died at the helm of the Fubo Gang—this kind of ruthless method is originally the style of the daughter of the Ao family."

Heng Wei made another report.

"Three of the nine hall masters have gone, the fire should be almost ready."

Jin Ziming replied.

The two sides fought each other a few more times, and heard a knock on the door.

It was the shogunate who came in.

"Taiwan-making, Brother Heng, great progress has been made!"

He whispered, unable to suppress his joy.

"The locations of the three core strongholds of Fuboxing have been determined, and the accounts of Yaohe's smuggling must be in these places!"

Hearing this, Heng Wei breathed heavily and clenched his fists violently.

Jin Ziming only nodded slightly.

"It's getting dark, I can't see the chessboard clearly with my old eyes, light a candle."

He said.

Not long after, Chang Shi closed the door and left.

A bean candle was lit on the chessboard.

It was Heng Wei's turn again.

He thought for a moment, and finally sighed.

"Taiwan insists on Qingshan, the general trend has been achieved, and the subordinates can no longer be chaotic."

"Another round?"

He handed back the hand warmer, intending to accept the child, but was stopped.

"Today's leisure time is over."

Jin Ziming laughed.

"Furthermore, this round has not yet been settled."

"Why is it undecided?"

Heng Wei asked back, and used his finger to count a dozen steps in order.

"Heizi Dalong is about to die and cannot be saved."

he said stubbornly.

"Chess moves are limited, but personnel are infinite."

Jin Ziming shook his head and laughed, exhaling white air.

"You might as well wait until the universe is clear, and you and I will finish this game."

As he spoke, he got off the couch and pushed open the door with both hands.

It was already night outside.

The new snow in the courtyard reflects the moon, reflecting a large piece of silver light into the study, overwhelming the candlelight for a moment, it is a bit dazzling.

At this moment, Heng Wei thought he saw the dawn.

(End of this chapter)