urban wolf

As if Ye Feng had escaped the constraints of gravity, the cold front in his right hand instantly flipped over to his left hand, and his right hand firmly grasped the back of Huang Quan's knife, capturing the dragon's hand.

Huang Quan, who was still flying towards one side by virtue of inertia, stopped suddenly, Ye Feng's left hand Leng Feng slashed towards Dugu Langya's hand holding the knife, without a trace of reluctance, every move was a killer move.

Dugu Langya had only two choices at this time, the first was to flip the blade and cut off Ye Feng's palm, and the second was to discard the blade.A person who loves knives will naturally not give up knives, so he chose the first one, but he found that his own underworld was like being clamped by iron tongs. When Leng Feng was about to chop off his hand holding the knife, he suddenly found that he still had a third choice. He quickly stretched out his left hand, but he had not practiced the dragon-grabbing hand, so he didn't dare to touch Leng Feng in Ye Feng's hand, but grabbed it. Grab Ye Feng's right wrist.

But he forgot that Ye Feng's knife can be released from his hand.

Just when Ye Feng realized that his wrist had been controlled, Leng Feng shot decisively, vibrating and spinning rapidly, and flew towards Dugu Langya's neck. Dugu Langya's eyes were terrified. The figure retreated violently.

At this moment, Ye Feng didn't pursue, Leng Feng turned to his left hand, holding the back of Huangquan knife with his right hand, and stabbed fiercely on the ground.

In just an instant, Ye Feng subdued Dugu Langya who could fight Xuanyuan for hundreds of rounds.

Panting slightly, Ye Feng looked at Dugu Langya with a smile, and said: "I have seen the battle between you and Xuanyuan, and they were all fighting for the sake of fighting. Do you know why you lost to me today? Because you were fighting for the sake of fighting, and I , but to kill."

After speaking, Ye Feng kicked Huang Quan back into Langya's hands, while he walked towards the gate.

At this time, Ye Yu, Nangong Yuting and the others had already come out of the house, seeing Ye Feng who was about to leave, Nangong Yuting hurriedly said: "Feng, you take me with you."

Ye Feng just turned his head back and smiled, "I went out to do something, I'll be back at night, don't wait for me to eat, by the way, don't follow me." He opened the garage, took out an ordinary Audi A6, and waited for the doorman After opening the courtyard door, he sped out on the driveway that was only big enough for another car.

Ye Feng refused to follow, so Nangong Yuting naturally wouldn't follow, but she looked at Ye Yu questioningly at this moment.Ye Feng had already gone out, and when everyone was in a dilemma, a woman with long hair reaching her ankles floated down from the air, and said slowly: "I'll follow, I know ninjutsu, he won't be able to spot me."

Outside the Sixth Ring Road of Beijing, in a sparsely populated village, there is a big house. The old people in the village all remember that this family was still brilliant in the past, but now, for some reason, this family suddenly disappeared overnight. They are all scattered, those who die die, those who leave leave.Up to now, only the two solitary stone lions are left guarding the huge courtyard, accompanied by snowflakes falling from time to time, adding a bit of depression in vain.

There was a car parked at the gate of the mansion, and no one in the village knew what brand this car was.

On weekdays, inside the mansion with its doors tightly closed, there are hundreds of corridors on the railings. Although the brilliance that once showed the master's glory has faded due to the years of carving, there is still a vicissitudes of old and simple vicissitudes bursting out of it. .

If you accidentally touch one of the objects, if you listen carefully, you will be able to hear the house talking about its past glory, like complaints and admiration, like weeping and complaining, for three days without end.

Under an attic, on an ordinary rocking chair, sat an old man with his eyes closed and peaceful. The old man had gray and silver hair and was dressed in an ordinary Tang suit. Humming an out-of-tune ditty, shaking slowly.

There is no need to describe the tranquility, but there are gusts of breeze blowing snowflakes that were still on the roof before, floating on the old man's hair, and soon disappeared.

Perhaps it was a burst of coldness that jolted his memory, and a stream of bleak lines came out of his heart.

"How timeless the years are, the sound and appearance are indistinct. Returning books is cut off, coming and going in sleepwalking. I resign from Qin, and visit the country of Chu. I often travel on different roads, but suddenly I am happy to sail together. I know that I owe you in this life. But it's been almost 20 years, and you still refuse to forgive me." As he spoke, he opened his eyes with sadness.Trembling slightly, he picked up the jug and took a sip of Missing.Feng Yang, the head of the Feng Group, known by Europeans as a ghost, recited Bai Juyi's "Jiangnan Happy Meeting Xiao" at this time, not for any other reason, but because the lower column of this poem has a name.

"The old story is full of tears, and homesickness is heartbreaking. The cloud of sorrow meets Wu Gorge, and the bamboos of tears are close to Xiaoxiang. The moon sets and the rivers and lakes are wide, and the sky is high and the festival is cool. Pushen is smoky and the sand is cold. "A voice approached from far away, and the owner of the voice walked up to the old man, glanced at the half-empty jug of wine in the old man's hand, and showed an unfathomable smile on his face, and because of this, his frown made people see It is not clear whether he is happy or sad.

Feng Yang didn't seem to be surprised, murmured: "Your methods are much more ruthless than mine back then, it's not enough to force people away, you have to kill them all."

After listening to Grandpa's words, Ye Feng just smiled lightly, the wind passed by, and there was a chill, Ye Feng took off his coat naturally, and covered Feng Yang's body who was lying on the rocking chair.

Raising his hand, but not rejecting the silent care, Feng Yang just nodded.

"You mean Liu Hegang's family, right? I accidentally learned that this village was the residence of my grandfather and Mrs. Liu. Not a pity." Ye Feng said lightly, what he meant right now was to say, I just take back what belongs to me.

"Hehe, don't talk about it. The old man is from the past. I don't know what you are thinking? From a certain point of view, you and I are equally pitiful. I have no son, and you have no father. You have been secretly investigating your father. ? You snatched this place because you think this is where your father grew up, right?"

Hearing what Grandpa said, Ye Feng didn't veto it, looked around, and said slowly: "If one day, I really understand all the experiences of my father, I will burn everything here."

Smiling, nodding, Feng Yang said: "You are not like your father at all, but our grandfather and grandson are very similar. I came here this time just to burn this place down."

"Hey, the grandpa and grandson don't say anything when they meet, they discuss how to burn down the house." A similarly old female voice came to Ye Feng's ears. (to be continued)