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He changed his voice: "But some people cherish the scenery in front of them and are willing to stay and live a happy life."

"Young man, you still have a long time in the future. You should cherish what you have. Don't wait until you are old to regret it. There will be no medicine for regret at that time."

"Oh, that's right." Uncle Sang said jokingly, "Maybe you can buy regret medicine with points, haha!"

Regret the medicine?

Maybe there is.

But that price must be sky-high.

Ling Xiaocheng shook his head, withdrew his smile, and returned to his usual calm expression.

"Uncle, you just... didn't use all your strength." Ling Xiaocheng said lightly.

Ling Xiaocheng does not say that he is a master of swordsmanship, but in the duel just now, Ling Xiaocheng discovered a subtle point.

That is.

Every time Uncle Sang launched an attack or defense, his left hand grasped unnaturally, as if holding a knife.

This subconscious action can only be formed through the accumulation of long-term habits.

and.

With his skill just now, the "Three Heavens" that he slashed down, undoubtedly using two sabers is the best choice.

Of course, maybe this is just a skill, but according to Ling Xiaocheng's observation of him, he may be a swordsman with two swords.

"Uncle, you are actually... a double swordsman." Ling Xiaocheng said.

Hearing this sentence, Uncle Sang was obviously taken aback.

Subsequently.

Uncle Sang stroked the stubble of his chin, and said in silence for a while, "That was a long time ago, and now I only use a knife."

After speaking, he put his hand on the wooden handle and gently rubbed the grain on it, looking at the knife with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Then when will you pull out another knife?" Ling Xiaocheng asked.

Uncle Sang smiled lightly, his deep eyes seemed to be filled with many stories, and he said lightly: "You will never see me draw a second knife."

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The night is dark and windy.

In a prosperous city.

The lights are feasting and feasting, colorful.

The young man drove the Lamborghini wantonly, stepped on the accelerator, the sound of the roaring engine resounded throughout the street, and the tall beauty in the passenger seat raised her hand and sang.

There are also some busy people who glanced at it with envious looks, and then had to return to reality and start rushing around for the next job.

It was brightly lit outside, and no one noticed what was going on in a grand, tall, modern mansion.

In a tall building made entirely of glass.

The black lights are blind, and you can't see your fingers. It's pitch black, and only the light coming in from the window can provide some light.

There was a whistling sound from the electric box, and the wires seemed to be cut off and discarded aside.

Inside the building.

Very quiet.

It seems that all the office workers have left work, and even the conscientious overtime workers have gone home, leaving only empty offices.

Scattered office documents were placed on the desk in a mess, and the swivel chair was parked in the aisle, but it was not put back in place. It is estimated that some flustered employee was only focused on getting off work and forgot to put it neatly.

"Pfft!"

There was a slight sound from the innermost conference room, but it was very loud in this quiet space.

"thump!"

It sounded like something heavy falling.

"Xiao Lan! How are you! Are you okay!? Why do you want to block bullets for me!"

A young man's voice came from the conference room, his tone very tense and hurried.

"Why! Why are you so stupid!" A handsome man with long red hair, wearing a black jacket and a black vest underneath, who looked like the godfather of gangsters in the underworld, shouted in panic.

The man held in his arms a woman whose abdomen was bleeding continuously, and the woman was panting delicately, in great pain.

There were two knives beside the man, with a wooden handle and a silver-white blade, which looked a little plain, but concealed a cold glow.

On the other hand, the blade was red, as if it had been forged from lava, and a sinister aura surrounded the blade, exuding a faint bloody smell as if it had been soaked in blood all year round.

Surrounded by blood, several men in white suits fell to the ground, their eyes blank. The guns in their hands were still emitting a little white smoke. It seemed that they had just died.

A strong smell of blood permeated the entire conference room. There were several bullet holes on the wall, and the long conference table was cut in half by a sharp weapon.

The entire meeting room seemed to have experienced some kind of war just now, and it was full of wolves.

"Yes, that's right! Wait for me, Xiaolan, I'll give you the blood bottle right away, you won't die!" The man hurriedly searched from the system backpack, but found that it was all used up. Hit the ground hard!

"Xiaolan! Do you still have a blood bottle? Come on, take it out!" the man said anxiously, ignoring the wound on his hand.

"No more, I, what I just gave you is my last bottle." The woman shook her head slightly, with red blood overflowing from her mouth, which became scarlet even more under the light from the glass window.

"Ah!" Hearing this answer, the man suddenly panicked, not knowing what to do.

The man's red eyes overflowed with tears. Even if he suffered a huge blow in the sword, he had never cried, but this time he couldn't suppress the pain in his heart. He really didn't want to see Xiaolan die.

They have experienced so many things together. When he pursued the way of swordsmanship and the pursuit of supreme strength, it was Xiaolan who silently supported him behind the scenes.

When he acquired more powerful skills, the first person to share his joy with him was also Xiaolan.

They have experienced many mission scenes together, laughing and laughing, disgusting and complaining, but in the end they all smiled at each other and reconciled as before.

The man has already become used to her being by his side, if one day she disappears from his world, he will definitely collapse.

"Xiao Lan! You hold on! I, I will hurry up and kill the remaining enemies, return to the strength space, and you will be fine!"

The man hurriedly stood up, and when he was about to pull out the two knives stuck in the ground, the corner of his clothes was pinched by the woman's little hand.