Chapter 116 Dead People

The sunset is still beautiful, but the wind is already cold.

Bai Choufei did not go to see the last battle between Xiao Shiyilang and Lian Chengbi. He didn't want to go and didn't deserve to go. No one deserved to see the brightest light in the lives of these two people. Bai Choufei just sat quietly in the teahouse.

He is also waiting. What he is waiting for is not the ending, but one person. Heaven has no regrets!

He lacks patience, but he has been waiting for a long time today. He is not a late person, but today he has been late for a long time, and he hasn't arrived yet.

Bai Choufei has never doubted that Tian Wuhui will run away. He is not such a person and can't do such a thing. If he can't come, it must be something that he can't come. Bai Choufei is not in a hurry, because he already understands what Tian Wuhui is doing!

He is negotiating with people! He is explaining to people! He hopes to exchange his wisdom for peace! He didn't want people like Bai Choufei to regret in the hands of the two major unions. He didn't know what Bai Choufei's card was, so he had to get the 30% by himself, because he knew that what Bai Choufei said would definitely do it! I also know that no one can take advantage of the two unions, and no player can do it!

Bai Choufei is still waiting, because he knows that no matter how things go, there will always be a result. Tian Wuhui will definitely come, but I don't know whether it's his people or a part of him.

Bai Choufei wanted to have a glass of wine. He didn't go to drink it. He just continued to sit and wait. He didn't write, but he knew that Xiao Shiyilang and Lian Chengbi would never wait!

Xiao Shiyilang and Lian Chengbi are smiling, just like the wind under the sunset.

Fallen leaves are rustling.

Xiao Xiao's fallen leaves are falling on the long street.

The long street is lonely.

The sunset is even more lonely.

The sunset shines on the canyon.

The remnants of the mountains are as red as fire.

Lian Chengbi's eyes stared at Xiao Shiyilang like fire.

Staring at the world-famous knife.

There is no sharp knife in the world that can be compared with a deer knife.

There is no one's hand in the world that can make such a terrible knife skill as Xiao Shilang.

This is something that is well known in martial arts.

Of course, even Chengbi is very clear.

And now, the sharp knife is tightly in Xiao Shiyilang's hand.

No matter who he is, in the face of such an opponent, he will inevitably feel a sense of fear, but Lian Chengbi will never.

It's just because his heart is full of confidence.

He had this self-confidence many years ago, and he believed that no one in the world could beat his swordsmanship.

Xiao Shiyilang is a human, and of course, he is no exception.

So he is very calm.

He stared at Xiao Shiyilang, but just wanted to increase the pressure in Xiao Shiyilang's heart.

He stared at Xiao Shiyilang, but just wanted to appreciate Xiao Shiyilang's expression before his death.

The last ray of the sunset shone on the cutting knife, and the light of the knife shone Xiao Shiyi's eyes.

Lian Chengbi found a magical and indescribable brilliance in Xiao Shiyilang's eyes.

At this moment, Lian Chengbi's confidence suddenly melted and disappeared like spring snow exposed to the sun.

He suddenly had a magical, indescribable, unique fear in heaven and earth.

His fear is strong, just like a knife light.

At the same moment, Xiao Shilang did something that no one would ever dream of.

Xiao Shiyilang put down his knife.

Put down his deer knife.

Put down the magical, indescribable, unique deer-cutting knife in heaven and earth.

Put it in front of Lian Chengbi.

Just put it in the place where Lian Chengbi can reach out and get it.

Then, the sunset suddenly disappeared, the knife light suddenly disappeared, and Xiao Shiyilang suddenly disappeared.

Because there is no Xiao Shiyilang and no fear in Lian Chengbi's eyes.

However, he also has no self-confidence.

Confidence, although the biggest factor in defeating the enemy, confidence is no longer important for a winner.

Because he has won.

What is the taste of victory?

is satisfaction, excitement, joy and emptiness.

A kind of emptiness that only the winner can experience and understand.

A kind of "cold in the high place" emptiness.

At this moment when it was as sharp as a blade, as sharp as a knife, as fast as a knife, Lian Chengbi suddenly had this kind of emptiness.

This kind of emptiness is thousands of times more terrible than fear.

He only saw the deer knife.

He only saw the deer cutter that he could reach out and get it on the ground.

He didn't see Xiao Shilang.

He didn't expect that what was really terrible was not this knife.

What's really terrible is Xiao Shiyilang.

A magical, indescribable, unique Xiao Shiyilang in heaven and earth.

Night.

The sunset is really gone.

Xiao Shiyilang is really gone.

By the time when Lian Chengbi was looking for Xiao Shiyilang, Xiao Shiyilang had disappeared into the darkness, and his people suddenly seemed to have integrated with this darkness that could tolerate everything.

Everyone knows that darkness is the most terrible.

Nothing is more terrible than darkness.

Because darkness represents some unknown fears in human history and life.

Now, Xiao Shiyilang's is already dark.

Darkness.

Darkness.

There is only darkness in front of Lian Chengbi's eyes.

The darkest time in his life was this moment.

Then he heard a strange sound.

He heard a magical and indescribable voice that only he would feel disgusting when he heard it.

He heard the sound of his own bones breaking.

The moonlight is still on the ground.

The starlight is still on the ground.

The deer knife is still on the ground.

But Xiao Shiyilang is no longer here.

When Xiao Shiyilang left, he did not take away the life of Lian Chengbi, but took away everything he hoped for in his life - hope, pride and glory.

When he left, he only said one sentence: "You can't die, because I still owe you."

You can't die.

I can't die.

Feng Siniang can't die.

Shen Bijun can't die.

Lian Chengbi is not dead.

Xiao Shiyilang is not dead.

Feng Siniang is not dead.

Shen Bijun is not dead.

But someone died, and the dead person has no regrets!

Bai Choufei finally waited for Tian Wuhui, but it was a pity that Tian Wuhui only part of it came to his head!

The head without regret is in the hands of people.

People's hands are on people's bodies.

A person's body is under a person's head.

The head fell off immediately.

Bai Choufei cut it off!

In this man's hand, in addition to the unrepentant head, there is also a knife, a deer knife!

As the deer cutter fell down, there was also a note.

The note says:

If you want 30%, I will give you 30%. No matter how much the deer knife is, it is more than 30%, so I take away the head of the regretless person and make up the price difference!

There is no signature, because the writer absolutely believes that the person who reads it knows who wrote it.

There is no recipient's name, because the person who writes it doesn't care who is reading at all.

Bai Choufei doesn't care.

Dead people don't need others to care!