I want to seal the knife

Chapter 104 - Battle of the Killers

Chapter 2 - Battle of the Killers

He woke up again and again from drunkenness and dreams, and the loneliness of life left him without a trace of memory.

Really no memories?
have memories!
But not worth remembering!

As a swordsman, maybe only the knife can know his loneliness.

He thought again of the big battle the day before yesterday—that battle he was totally unsure of.He went there with the intention of mortal death.On the east bank of the tumbling river, after fourteen rounds, he heard the desolation of the river, and after a hundred rounds, he could hear nothing, and only felt drops of cold sweat chilling his spine.

When the sword glow pierced him, he smiled.

Laughing, he can only laugh, because he thinks laughing is better than crying.

At that moment, he thought of many things for no reason.

Lu Xiaomin, the woman who has been with him for six years, spoke her heart through tears, "Lang, you can't go, you will die, and if you die, how can I live alone."

Then he thought of his parents, sister, Li Shengju---
There was also the baby he saw sleeping in his mother's arms when he came, and at this moment he understood how precious life is.

Lian Wuchu's sword approached him a little more, he threw out the knife, he wanted to resist the sword, and he wanted to leave alive.

The wind is ruthless, but the knife is intentional!

This is his knife, his knife technique.

When the swords met, his knife broke, and Lian Wuchu's sword quickly pierced into his left chest.

His half knife also sliced ​​into Lian Wuchu's throat.

Two people fell at the same time, which became the result of this is not the result.

His chest was in great pain. At that moment, he suddenly remembered that Xiao Min had punched him, and it was also on the left side of the chest.

This time it hurt even more, that time he pretended to faint, but this time he really fell down.

Many days later, in a small inn in a small town by the big river, he was drinking again. Perhaps no one could kill him, because he was the famous "Knife Killer" Xiao Lang is the killer with the best record among the "Seven Kills". His price per kill was once a hundred times that of Zhizhou's annual salary.

There were two people drinking, Xiao Lang and Lu Xiaomin. The drinking place was next to the dry well in the backyard of the inn. They drank on a blindly stitched wooden table.

There was a mess on the blindly stitched wooden table, only a plate of peanuts was still arranged squarely, and it seemed to be full.

Xiao Lang poured the wine into the jar, it was gone, only a few drops fell into the bowl.He had no choice but to reach out to fetch the wine from Xiao Min's bowl, and then drank it down.

After drinking the wine, Xiao Lang stood up, only then realized that he was not standing still, he had to sit down again after shaking a few times.Lu Xiaomin was already lying drunk on the table, her flushed face looked even redder with the setting sun.

Xiao Lang suddenly felt a severe headache, and at the same time his wound hurt even more.

When Xiao Lang woke up the next day, the thrush raised by the innkeeper had already started jumping up and down in the cage, dancing and singing.

He opened his eyes, in front of the dressing table not far away, Lu Xiaomin was drawing his eyebrows in front of the bronze mirror.It seems that she sobered up faster.

I don't know which senior said that women are born with a seven-point capacity for alcohol, Xiao Lang thought of this, and said this sentence.

"Nonsense, I didn't drink much!" Lu Xiaomin walked over with a smile, her unpainted eyebrows looked a little delicate.

Xiao Lang smiled faintly and sat up on the bed, saying: "Why are you in my room!"

"I'm already in your room, do you still need to answer?"

Xiao Lang thought about it too, maybe Xiao Min pulled him back to his room yesterday.

"Then, I slept on the bed, where did you sleep?"

"I'll sleep under the bed, can't I?" Lu Xiaomin's tone was very relaxed, as if he was very happy.She went on to say: "I see that the look in your eyes today is no longer as cold and silent as it was a few days ago. I think you have let go of your heart a lot. As a result, I am also much happier."

Xiao Lang asked: "What about Lian Wuchu?"

Lu Xiaomin lowered his eyes and said: "She is dead, your broken knife cut her throat, and after you were injured, it was Doctor Liang who saved you."

Xiao Lang just nodded rigidly when he heard the words, he didn't know what to do or what to answer.He knew that the reason why he didn't die was because of Doctor Liang's unparalleled medical skills, and more importantly, Lian Wuchu was merciful and didn't penetrate his heart.The seven killers in the Seven Kills are all top-notch in Jianghu, and Lian Wuchu is even top-notch in the first-class.

If Xiao Lang's sword is as fast as the wind, Lian Wuchu's sword is an epiphyllum, and the epiphyllum only appears once, and even Wuchu's sword only appears once, and it has been sheathed after the moment.

Lu Xiaomin was still looking at Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang got up and got off the bed, and said, "Want to drink? I still want to drink."

"You're still drinking, you're asking for a beating, aren't you afraid of drinking to death?" Lu Xiaomin's half-painted eyebrows were already erected, making them look sharper.

"You don't let me drink, then tell me why the master let us kill each other?"

Lu Xiaomin was speechless.

"You don't know, go drink!"

"No matter how much alcohol you drink, you won't know, who cares, I won't kill anyone anyway."

"Lian Wuchu is dead, what about the other four, they will come and kill us anytime!"

"That's good, don't you always say that your hometown is beautiful, you take me home, we will never come out again." Lu Xiaomin moved her face closer, looking forward to it.

"Okay!" Since leaving home at the age of 15, Xiao Lang has not returned home for 8 years.

The next day, the two packed their bags and set off on the road early in the morning, non-stop heading to Xiao Lang's hometown - a small village in the south of the Yangtze River.

Along the way, Lu Xiaomin always asked this and that, trying to pull Xiao Lang out of his depression, but Xiao Lang was no longer as talkative as before, and only quietly lifted the rein and let go of the horse.

The sun was westward, so the two had no choice but to find a hotel to stay and wait for their journey tomorrow.

The name of the inn is Huan Ke Lai inn, the font of the plaque is elegant and elegant, and the inn is also very spacious and bright, Xiao Lang said: "This inn is huge, there must be good wine, Xiao Min, let's have a good night's drinking, and we will leave tomorrow."

Lu Xiaomin raised her brows upside down, and said, "I'm still drinking, see if I overturn all the wine in the store first, let's see what you drink with it?"

A shop waiter at the door came out to greet them at this time, and while leading the horses for the two, he said with a smile: "Guest officer, the wine can't be knocked over, it's the essence of grain---"

Xiao Lang responded immediately, and walked along, Lu Xiaomin pouted, staring at the little girl with itchy teeth, wishing he could eat him.

The innkeeper followed suit and greeted with a smile.Xiao Lang found a table at the door and sat down, said: "The shopkeeper, I want two upper rooms, and prepare a table for banquets, come up quickly, remember that the wine should be good wine, not as light as water."

The shopkeeper kept making promises, and immediately ordered people to prepare.

After finishing it in a while, the table was already full of food and wine, Xiao Lang poured the can first, and he had already drank a can in a while.Sitting opposite Lu Xiaomin stared at Xiao Lang, his face was already purple with anger.

The second can of wine came up immediately, Lu Xiaomin snatched it first, Xiao Lang returned it to me, and reached out to grab it, but Lu Xiaomin had already thrown the can by the door.A can of good wine is about to fall to the floor.But he saw a hand supporting the bottom of the tank, and filled the wine tank steadily.I saw that the person holding the wine jar was a young man, and behind him was a burly man.

(End of this chapter)