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Yao Xinrou's face was pale at this time, but luckily the wound had already been bandaged, she was a nurse and knew her condition, and said: "I'm fine, the two shots missed my vitals, and the bleeding stopped well, but Chutian's wound is better than mine. It’s much more serious, we need to deal with it first, Xue’er, go upstairs and get the first aid kit, I’ll give Chutian some medicine.”

Xueer quickly ran upstairs to get the first aid kit.

Unable to stop being moved, Chu Tian stepped forward to embrace Yao Xinrou with his intact right arm, and said softly, "Xinrou, how can I repay your kindness?"

After a few months, Yao Xinrou felt Chutian's breath again, gradually became intoxicated, and kissed Chutian's neck lightly.

There were faint tears in Ke'er's eyes, which was touched.

After Bu Chuan Gulang escaped from the door, he didn't see Chutian and the others chasing him, so he felt a little relieved. When he was about to escape along the steel wire buried in the lake, a burst of murderous aura came from behind him, which made people feel inexplicably shocked. I shivered.

Bu Chuan Gulang couldn't help but look back, a middle-aged man in cold gray clothes was standing alone behind him, his eyes were like blunt knives, sawing the flesh of his body fiercely, inch by inch It's extremely uncomfortable.

Ninokawa Gurō didn't even ask, he just showed his samurai sword, and hurriedly slashed at the middle-aged man in gray. The middle-aged man in gray moved his body to avoid Ninokawa Gurō's attack, but he didn't fight back. He stared at Nuokawa Tanirou with cold eyes.

Bu Chuan Gulang didn't succeed in the attack, he immediately stopped his figure, he is not a fool, if he doesn't calm down and show his proper martial arts level, he will not escape tonight no matter what.

The middle-aged man in gray didn't move, his eyes were still cold.

The waning moon shone on their faces, and the night wind blew past them with the breath of the lake.

The moonlight shone on the knife in Cuckoo Chuanrou's hand, the light of the knife was still crystal clear, like a ladle of autumn water, there was no blood on the knife, and there was no blood on Cuckoo Chuanrou's pale face, because all his blood was poured into the samurai sword in his right hand , he wants a thunderbolt.

Cuckoo Chuanlang let out a roar, and took a few steps forward. The ninja's most powerful move, 'Zhantian', rolled a knife and attacked the middle-aged man in gray. Although it was only one move, it already contained 49 changes. , It's like attacking 49 knives, the knife is critical.

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised, and then raised an inappropriate smile.

However, the result disappointed Bugu Chuanlang a little. The middle-aged man in gray just took a few steps back to avoid his attack, and there was no head falling to the ground as expected. Neither stick.

Feeling the strength of the middle-aged man in gray clothes, Bugu Chuanlang didn't attack again. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he turned around and wanted to jump into the lake to escape. Running for his life was the biggest thing he did after seeing his subordinates die silently. My wish is not to kill Chu Tian tonight, but to protect myself.

As soon as Bugu Chuanlang approached the lake, his eyes immediately widened like a gong, and he couldn't stop backing away. He was still terrified in his heart, and even his samurai sword trembled slightly, because he saw a ghost. To be precise, he just died. Soon the man in white.

The man in white who was killed by Chutian with the wooden shell was approaching him step by step, his eyes were bulging, his face was pale, the blood on his chest stained the whole white clothes, he was walking very stiffly, but he was still walking after all.

It's always frightening when a dead man walks around, because he's doing something he shouldn't be doing, after all.

Bugu Chuanlang backed away slowly, completely forgetting the gray-clothed middle-aged man behind him, and asked fearfully, "Mr. Sanye, are you still alive?"

A cold voice came from the man in white, saying, "I'm alive, so you're going to die!"

Bugu Chuanlang roared: "Bage Yalu, you are not Sanye-kun!" Then the katana slashed at the man in white with all his might, the katana easily slashed at the man in white, a trace of pale blood flowed from him It flowed out of my body.

Cuckoo Chuanlang was slightly taken aback, could it really be Sanye?

At this moment, a jet-black knife had slashed across his wrist.

The light of the knife flashed, and the wrist fell to the ground!

Cuckoo Chuanlang screamed, stepped back several times, and looked at the man in white in pain and horror.

The man in white gradually fell down, and another young man appeared from behind him.

The young man has no expression on his face, and holds the knife steadily in his right hand, a black and simple knife.

Cuckoo Chuanlang kept tears from the pain, and the tears kept flowing.

He had never shed so many tears, and even he himself did not know why he was crying.

He only felt an indescribable loneliness, an indescribable fear.

The world seemed to have suddenly become empty, and he seemed to be the only one left in the world.

Cuckoo Chuanlang yelled hysterically, instead of rushing towards Tian Yangsheng, he turned around to kill the 'Lonely Sword', and at some point in his left hand he was already holding a short knife, trying his best to use 'Tian Zhan', but this time 49 kinds of reforms were not born.

None, the 'Lone Sword' had already pinched his left wrist, and his strength was increasing inch by inch, his eyes cut like blunt knives, Cuckoo Chuanlang used all his strength to slam his head towards the 'Lone Sword', but He forgot that the 'Lonely Sword' still had a free hand.

When the "solitary sword" grabbed Cuckoo Chuanlang's throat, Cuckoo Chuanlang could no longer feel the freshness of the air, and even the waning moon became blurred. Cherry blossoms, Mount Fuji, and Osaka appeared in front of his eyes. He even regretted how he set foot on The land of heaven.

Tian Yangsheng sighed softly: "The young commander will live!" Then he added: "Of course, it doesn't matter if you are disabled."

'Gu Jian' smiled coldly, exerted force with his right hand, and made a soft 'click', and Cuckoo Chuanlang's wrist was crushed alive.

The smoke and water are hazy, and the night is getting deeper, but I don't know how long it will be before dawn.

Doctor Jin and the others helped Yao Xinrou take out the bullets and Chutian delivered Jinchuang medicine. It was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Dr. Jin and the others almost couldn't bear to look at the wound on Chu Tian's arm. Fortunately, Chu Tian was careful not to injure a major artery. Otherwise, this arm would be useless. Even so, he had to rest and recuperate. It's been working for the last few months.

In order to stay awake, Chu Tian didn't use anesthesia when treating the wound and applying medicine. He also chatted happily with Dr. Jin and the others, making these doctors who had seen many patients die in admiration from the bottom of their hearts: He is really a man, a man of iron blood.

Yao Xinrou had already fallen into a deep sleep under anesthesia, but Chu Tian forced himself to go to the hall. Ke'er greeted her with concern, and asked kindly, "Young commander, why did you come out? You should be seriously injured now." rest!"

Chutian stroked Ke'er's face with his right hand, and said lightly: "Ke'er, I'm fine, don't worry." Then he looked at Bu Chuan Gulang, who was better than dead, with a smile on his face like a blooming flower: "Bu Chuan Gulang , you are still alive, I am very happy, I will make your master even happier!"

Seeing Chutian's smile, Bu Chuangulang felt fear in his bones, and then stared at Chutian viciously with bravado. Now that his limbs have been pinched off, he can only express his viciousness with his tongue: "Chutian, you are not good!" If you die, you will definitely die badly!"

Chu Tian smiled slightly, turned to look at Ke'er: "Ke'er, are you sure they all belong to the Yamaguchi-gumi?"

Ke'er nodded, and said softly: "It's sure, they belong to the Yamaguchi-gumi's secret 'sword' team, and their leader is Yanagawa Feng, one of the three major swordsmen in Dongpu. "

Chu Tian nodded, with murderous intent in his eyes, and said coldly, "Then, I know who their master is."

Ke Eryu's hands trembled slightly, and a crystal clear thin knife flashed on his hand instantly, and asked, "Young commander, do you want me to kill them?"

Chu Tian waved his hand, how could he let them die so easily?Looking up at Feng Wuqing and the others, he said, "It's too cheap to kill them now, Wuqing, you take the living ones and follow me to the Black Dragon Building. I want to behead them in front of Zhou Zhaosen."

Feng Wuqing and the others nodded, then looked at Chu Tian's left hand, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Young commander, let us do this trivial matter, your wound is so serious, you should rest more!"

Chu Tian shook his head lightly. Some things must be done by himself, so that he can return the explanations to third uncle and the others.

The water waves on the lake are quiet and gentle, and the night is also gentle and quiet. Except for the screams of insects in the distance, there is no other sound in the world.

Many things have happened here, but nothing has happened, even the blood has melted into the lake.Yao Xinrou's face was pale at this time, but luckily the wound had already been bandaged, she was a nurse and knew her condition, and said: "I'm fine, the two shots missed my vitals, and the bleeding stopped well, but Chutian's wound is better than mine. It’s much more serious, we need to deal with it first, Xue’er, go upstairs and get the first aid kit, I’ll give Chutian some medicine.”

Xueer quickly ran upstairs to get the first aid kit.

Unable to stop being moved, Chu Tian stepped forward to embrace Yao Xinrou with his intact right arm, and said softly, "Xinrou, how can I repay your kindness?"

After a few months, Yao Xinrou felt Chutian's breath again, gradually became intoxicated, and kissed Chutian's neck lightly.

There were faint tears in Ke'er's eyes, which was touched.

After Bu Chuan Gulang escaped from the door, he didn't see Chutian and the others chasing him, so he felt a little relieved. When he was about to escape along the steel wire buried in the lake, a burst of murderous aura came from behind him, which made people feel inexplicably shocked. I shivered.

Bu Chuan Gulang couldn't help but look back, a middle-aged man in cold gray clothes was standing alone behind him, his eyes were like blunt knives, sawing the flesh of his body fiercely, inch by inch It's extremely uncomfortable.

Ninokawa Gurō didn't even ask, he just showed his samurai sword, and hurriedly slashed at the middle-aged man in gray. The middle-aged man in gray moved his body to avoid Ninokawa Gurō's attack, but he didn't fight back. He stared at Nuokawa Tanirou with cold eyes.

Bu Chuan Gulang didn't succeed in the attack, he immediately stopped his figure, he is not a fool, if he doesn't calm down and show his proper martial arts level, he will not escape tonight no matter what.

The middle-aged man in gray didn't move, his eyes were still cold.

The waning moon shone on their faces, and the night wind blew past them with the breath of the lake.

The moonlight shone on the knife in Cuckoo Chuanrou's hand, the light of the knife was still crystal clear, like a ladle of autumn water, there was no blood on the knife, and there was no blood on Cuckoo Chuanrou's pale face, because all his blood was poured into the samurai sword in his right hand , he wants a thunderbolt.

Cuckoo Chuanlang let out a roar, and took a few steps forward. The ninja's most powerful move, 'Zhantian', rolled a knife and attacked the middle-aged man in gray. Although it was only one move, it already contained 49 changes. , It's like attacking 49 knives, the knife is critical.

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised, and then raised an inappropriate smile.

However, the result disappointed Bugu Chuanlang a little. The middle-aged man in gray just took a few steps back to avoid his attack, and there was no head falling to the ground as expected. Neither stick.

Feeling the strength of the middle-aged man in gray clothes, Bugu Chuanlang didn't attack again. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he turned around and wanted to jump into the lake to escape. Running for his life was the biggest thing he did after seeing his subordinates die silently. My wish is not to kill Chu Tian tonight, but to protect myself.

As soon as Bugu Chuanlang approached the lake, his eyes immediately widened like a gong, and he couldn't stop backing away. He was still terrified in his heart, and even his samurai sword trembled slightly, because he saw a ghost. To be precise, he just died. Soon the man in white.

The man in white who was killed by Chutian with the wooden shell was approaching him step by step, his eyes were bulging, his face was pale, the blood on his chest stained the whole white clothes, he was walking very stiffly, but he was still walking after all.

It's always frightening when a dead man walks around, because he's doing something he shouldn't be doing, after all.

Bugu Chuanlang backed away slowly, completely forgetting the gray-clothed middle-aged man behind him, and asked fearfully, "Mr. Sanye, are you still alive?"

A cold voice came from the man in white, saying, "I'm alive, so you're going to die!"

Bugu Chuanlang roared: "Bage Yalu, you are not Sanye-kun!" Then the katana slashed at the man in white with all his might, the katana easily slashed at the man in white, a trace of pale blood flowed from him It flowed out of my body.

Cuckoo Chuanlang was slightly taken aback, could it really be Sanye?

At this moment, a jet-black knife had slashed across his wrist.

The light of the knife flashed, and the wrist fell to the ground!

Cuckoo Chuanlang screamed, stepped back several times, and looked at the man in white in pain and horror.

The man in white gradually fell down, and another young man appeared from behind him.

The young man has no expression on his face, and holds the knife steadily in his right hand, a black and simple knife.

Cuckoo Chuanlang kept tears from the pain, and the tears kept flowing.

He had never shed so many tears, and even he himself did not know why he was crying.

He only felt an indescribable loneliness, an indescribable fear.

The world seemed to have suddenly become empty, and he seemed to be the only one left in the world.

Cuckoo Chuanlang yelled hysterically, instead of rushing towards Tian Yangsheng, he turned around to kill the 'Lonely Sword', and at some point in his left hand he was already holding a short knife, trying his best to use 'Tian Zhan', but this time 49 kinds of reforms were not born.

None, the 'Lone Sword' had already pinched his left wrist, and his strength was increasing inch by inch, his eyes cut like blunt knives, Cuckoo Chuanlang used all his strength to slam his head towards the 'Lone Sword', but He forgot that the 'Lonely Sword' still had a free hand.

When the "solitary sword" grabbed Cuckoo Chuanlang's throat, Cuckoo Chuanlang could no longer feel the freshness of the air, and even the waning moon became blurred. Cherry blossoms, Mount Fuji, and Osaka appeared in front of his eyes. He even regretted how he set foot on The land of heaven.

Tian Yangsheng sighed softly: "The young commander will live!" Then he added: "Of course, it doesn't matter if you are disabled."

'Gu Jian' smiled coldly, exerted force with his right hand, and made a soft 'click', and Cuckoo Chuanlang's wrist was crushed alive.

The smoke and water are hazy, and the night is getting deeper, but I don't know how long it will be before dawn.

Doctor Jin and the others helped Yao Xinrou take out the bullets and Chutian delivered Jinchuang medicine. It was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Dr. Jin and the others almost couldn't bear to look at the wound on Chu Tian's arm. Fortunately, Chu Tian was careful not to injure a major artery. Otherwise, this arm would be useless. Even so, he had to rest and recuperate. It's been working for the last few months.

In order to stay awake, Chu Tian didn't use anesthesia when treating the wound and applying medicine. He also chatted happily with Dr. Jin and the others, making these doctors who had seen many patients die in admiration from the bottom of their hearts: He is really a man, a man of iron blood.

Yao Xinrou had already fallen into a deep sleep under anesthesia, but Chu Tian forced himself to go to the hall. Ke'er greeted her with concern, and asked kindly, "Young commander, why did you come out? You should be seriously injured now." rest!"

Chutian stroked Ke'er's face with his right hand, and said lightly: "Ke'er, I'm fine, don't worry." Then he looked at Bu Chuan Gulang, who was better than dead, with a smile on his face like a blooming flower: "Bu Chuan Gulang , you are still alive, I am very happy, I will make your master even happier!"

Seeing Chutian's smile, Bu Chuangulang felt fear in his bones, and then stared at Chutian viciously with bravado. Now that his limbs have been pinched off, he can only express his viciousness with his tongue: "Chutian, you are not good!" If you die, you will definitely die badly!"

Chu Tian smiled slightly, turned to look at Ke'er: "Ke'er, are you sure they all belong to the Yamaguchi-gumi?"

Ke'er nodded, and said softly: "It's sure, they belong to the Yamaguchi-gumi's secret 'sword' team, and their leader is Yanagawa Feng, one of the three major swordsmen in Dongpu. "

Chu Tian nodded, with murderous intent in his eyes, and said coldly, "Then, I know who their master is."

Ke Eryu's hands trembled slightly, and a crystal clear thin knife flashed on his hand instantly, and asked, "Young commander, do you want me to kill them?"

Chu Tian waved his hand, how could he let them die so easily?Looking up at Feng Wuqing and the others, he said, "It's too cheap to kill them now, Wuqing, you take the living ones and follow me to the Black Dragon Building. I want to behead them in front of Zhou Zhaosen."

Feng Wuqing and the others nodded, then looked at Chu Tian's left hand, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Young commander, let us do this trivial matter, your wound is so serious, you should rest more!"

Chu Tian shook his head lightly. Some things must be done by himself, so that he can return the explanations to third uncle and the others.

The water waves on the lake are quiet and gentle, and the night is also gentle and quiet. Except for the screams of insects in the distance, there is no other sound in the world.

Many things have happened here, but nothing has happened, even the blood has melted into the lake.