Chapter 60 For example, it's worse

The young man looked at the two tigers who fell into a pool of blood in the distance, his mouth was full of red blood, his face was gray, and even his eyes were full of intense fear and unwillingness. His slightly frowned eyebrows gradually turned into a tight frown, as if he couldn't understand why the other party died and why he died.

The middle-aged man standing beside him no longer stopped. He raised his legs and stepped away from the street where he had stood.

The clothes floated when he brushed his sleeves with his hands on his back, and his long hair scattered on his shoulders flew when walking. The middle-aged man's face was always as light as a sky blue smile, and he looked so happy.

Approaching the street where several thieves stood, the man ignored the stunned eyes from the shooting around him. He went straight to the wooden table where Lin Yi was and casually pulled a long bench to sit down.

The man raised the teapot on the wooden table with his left hand, and the man poured a cup of warm tea for himself. He picked up the tiny porcelain teacup in his right hand and sent the slightly yellowed tea to the thin red lips and took a gentle sip. The man still said, "Good tea is still a strong and fragrant mist. The aunt has a good skill!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the bloody aunt. The aunt heard that it was a man's words, so she felt a little from the wood, but she still answered unnaturally, "My husband's beloved mist, and my man happened to pick some new tea from the past few days, so I The man ordered me to soak in the mist and wait for my husband to come and taste it!"

"Brother Gu has a heart." The gentleman said lightly, always smiling and bathing in the spring breeze. He continued, "Besides, I don't know how Brother Gu's injury last month is, and his recovery is going well?"

"Mr. Xie remembers that this is really a rare kindness!" The aunt replied.

"This time, the man can die in great trouble, thanks to the good wound holy medicine sent by his husband before. Now, my man has long been fine. Yesterday, he went to the suburbs to hunt a deer. Why don't you go to my house to eat some deer meat later, which is better than eating egg noodles every day. People always have to change their taste. Fresh."

"Ha ha, Brother Gu is fine. As for the deer meat, if it's convenient, why don't you eat a bowl of egg noodles with me as usual!" The gentleman smiled and did not mind the thieves around him and Lin Yi standing quietly beside him.

Naturally, the middle-aged man is Mr. Chang Wei from Moyan Painting Workshop, and the one who came to face Lin Yi's face is Zhu Moyang, who is just familiar with him. Therefore, Lin Yi saw that after he stopped talking, he hugged his fist respectfully and said, "Xiaosheng has met Mr.!"

"The teenager doesn't need to be polite, but it's just a coincidence." The gentleman didn't seem to value these etiquette, whispered, and then drank tea by himself.

Zhu Moyang stepped on the dust from a distance, and every step fell like a breeze, disinverting the scattered dust on the ground, making the already flat road more clean, as if it had been deliberately cleaned.

"Brother Zhu!" Lin Yi said with a smile and hugged Zhu Moyang, who approached him.

"I didn't expect the world to be so narrow. I can meet Brother Lin no matter where I go!" Zhu Moyang also answered with a fist, but the tone of his mouth was not very friendly.

Lin Yi, who was opposite, listened and found keenly that Zhu Moyang was looking at the body of the two tigers lying in a pool of blood. At present, a trace of imperceptible intolerance and self-reproach flashed.

Naturally, the man was not killed by Zhu Moyang. The small stone he threw before just fell on the big knife of the two tigers, so the two tigers must have died in Lin Yi's hands.

"Why did you kill him?" Zhu Moyang withdrew his eyes and turned his face to ask Lin Yi.

The frown is slightly serious. Zhu Moyang has a bit of guilt, but Lin Yi has his own reason in mind and will not care about it. So, Lin Yi smiled and was silent for a while before saying, "Because he threatened the safety of his good aunt."

"Even so, the little stone in my hand is enough to save my aunt. You can't kill him at all." Zhu Moyang said.

Zhu Moyang has not killed anyone since he was a child, so he feels that killing is just a matter of human nature, but Lin Yi is different. Since he was a child, he has been hunting in rural remote areas for a living and sees blood every day. He is either the blood of hunting beasts or his own blood, and he has gone through several trainings between life and death.

Lin Yi knows very well that the other party's little stone can save his aunt's life, but how can Zhu Moyang know that he stopped Er Huzi's first knife? Can he guarantee that the other party will not cut the second knife again?

Therefore, in order to cut off the second wave of the knife, Lin Yi had to kill him on the street.

The resurrection of the unstepable place made Lin Yi completely sober. In this world, the living enemy is the greatest threat, and only the dead are the safest.

He flew out two chopsticks in times of crisis, one of which accurately penetrated the young man's small stone, and at the same time made the strong spirit of heaven and earth stop the power of the two tigers to chop down.

The other chopstick is accurately and directly inserted through the two tiger's temple, so that it can't cut down the big knife in his hand before and after death. Lin Yi did this, which not only completely guaranteed the life and death of his aunt, but also created the blood and murder in his hands.

But there is a reason for killing, so he doesn't want to give any more explanations and answers in the face of Zhu Moyang's heavy questions.

On the noodle stall not far away, the aunt has gradually recovered from the dullness and shock. She did not look at the thief and the body in front of her. She soaked some water with her own cloth, wiped away the blood stains sprayed by the two tigers on her face, and then changed the bloody apron tied on her body.

There is still a little blood on the clothes, and the aunt's simple face is only calm, a kind of calm after the wind and rain, calm.

Several thieves behind him dragged up the body of Erhuzi. The Mo brothers looked at the big knife held in Erhuzi's hand in surprise and the small stone and chopsticks embedded on the knife body. His face was as gloomy as water and full of doubts.

"Withdraw quickly, we have met a master." The Mo brothers said seriously.

"But the two tigers were killed by that group of people, and the murderer was in front of them. Shouldn't we avenge him?" One of the thieves looked at Lin Yi and others and whispered.

"They are practitioners, can't you see them?" When the Mo brothers saw the thief saying that they wanted revenge, they hurriedly lowered their voices and said.

He saw extraordinary eyes, and he just heard the conversation between Zhu Moyang and Lin Yi. Although his voice was confused, he finally knew that Er Huzi died in the hands of that young man and teenager.

With no clear eyes, Erhuzi has died strangely in the hands of two people in the distance. The Mo brothers know that only practitioners in this world can do this kind of counter-God means. Therefore, he can't afford to provoke the three people in front of him, let alone dare to provoke them. He also can't let his brothers provoke them again.

In the end, the Mo brothers quietly left with the brothers carrying the bodies of the two tigers and left the empty street.

When Mr. saw Zhu Moyang talking next to him, he paused slightly from the elegance of drinking fog tea. He turned to look at Lin Yi and found that his face was always resolute like an iron wall that besieging the prisoners of the empire. He smiled with admiration, and then said, "Moyang is still shallow in history, and his relationship with the young man. The situation is different. Everything the young man has done before is perfect. Even if it were me, I can't guarantee that it will be better than what you chose.

When Zhu Moyang heard what his mouth said, he thought about it for a long time. After making sure that he had heard it correctly, he vaguely felt that he was completely confused.

Looking at Mr. with a puzzled look, Zhu Moyang's eyes were a little unbelievable and asked, "My husband usually teaches his disciples to be kind-hearted, let alone kill recklessly. Why did Brother Lin kill people before, but the gentleman praised him?"

When the gentleman heard this, he shook his head and replied, "You are not as good as the young man, and the people killed by the young man deserve to die!"

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