Chapter 298 Fate 7

"Let's all go out. I'll be alone." Bai Choufei's tone was still a little light, as if he didn't care about anything.

It's just that he was about to die, and the black blood kept falling from the corners of his mouth, emitting a fishy smell in the air. He was dressed in white, black and dirty, and he didn't even have the strength to get rid of it.

Is this fate?

My life is at this last moment.

Bai Choufei doesn't know how he can do this. Is this fate? I let my eldest brother eat poison, but I also ate other people's poison.

The last day I have been waiting for for these years has been spent here.

In the end, my blood is black.

My heart may also be black...

There was a little smile on Bai Choufei's face.

I really want to go back to the time when I sold paintings. Ha ha.

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When Su Mengzhen came, Bai Choufei was almost dead.

The corners of his mouth are still bleeding, dyeing the white clothes on his body black and smelly. Although there is still a breathing pulse, the eyes have lost focus.

Liu Qi, who has been guarding the door, can't help crying.

In an instant, he heard the order...

"Liu Qi, get out of here! No one is allowed to come up without me. In the situation of A Fei, if someone says half a sentence, there is no mercy!" Su Meng's voice was cold and angry.

Liu Qi gritted his teeth and nodded and retreated.

Su Meng pillow carelessly held Bai Choufei in his arms, put it on the couch, and tore open the clothes that had been stained black with blood.

He cut his left wrist, and the red blood flowed along his wrist in Bai Choufei's mouth, and his right hand kept moving on Bai Choufei's chest.

This is not a martial arts that saves people, but a martial arts that tortures people. With the movement of his hand, Bai Coufei's face slowly twisted and deformed. Although he was dying, he was not dead yet. The pain and uncontrollable pain forced him to wake up...

"Big brother..." Bai Choufei opened his eyes and looked at Su Meng pillow in front of him with a smile. His face was already a little deformed, but the smile in his eyes was not hidden at all.

"I'm here." Su Mengzakura stopped and looked at Bai Choufei with a smile.

"Ye-huh!" Bai Chou smiled and took a deep breath and said, "Big brother, wait a minute. I'll change my clothes. This dress is smelly and dirty. It's not easy to deal with."

Su Meng pillow nodded and nodded seriously.

Bai Choufei slowly crawled into the room. He seemed to be as if he couldn't stand up, but he had no intention to ask for help. The black blood flowed all over the ground. A full three hours. Bai Choufei came out of the inside.

Yes, come out.

He not only changed into a new white coat, but also took a shower, and finally allowed himself to stand up and come out.

Although he walked slowly and dullly, there was no expression on his face. If he stood still, you would never see anything wrong with him.

Some people are proud to die!

You will never be ashamed in front of others.

No one knows how much Bai Choufei needs to pay to stand up. Because he will never let people see his trembling.

He didn't allow himself to spit out the black and smelly blood in front of his eldest brother, so he couldn't speak.

His muscles are no longer conscious, so he walks slowly and stays.

He is very ambitious and lustful.

But at this time, he would rather be the eldest brother and die happily.

He just doesn't want people, let alone let his eldest brother see him die like this.

He is so sad that he can die like this!

Su Meng's pillow's fist had been pinched, his lips had been bitten, and the tears in his eyes seemed to be uncontrollable, but he still hugged him without saying anything. He hugged Bai Shufei standing there tightly.

"Let Xiao Afei carry you on his back, and the eldest brother will take you to see the eldest brother's demeanor!" Su Meng pillow smiled and opened his mouth, but his eyes were full of blood.

He knew that Bai Choufei could no longer speak, so he didn't go on, just as if the second brother, who was already indifferent enough, agreed.

Bai Choufei on his back.

There is blood in Lin Qing's eyes, but there are only two white sad eyes, and there are still countless indifference. There seems to be no fire in their eyes, even if their hearts are hotter than countless people.

The fire in Su Meng's heart is burning, but his eyes are getting colder and colder.

Although there are many people who know him, there seems to be no one who dares to say hello to him. The coldness in his eyes is like a cold rain, which makes people feel cold, but there is an inescapable desolation.

Twilight drizzle red sleeve knife.

No one knows where Su Meng pillow is going, and no one sees the knife in Su Meng pillow's hand. They only saw Su Meng pillow walking.

There are not many people who know where Su Mengzhen is going. It's really not much.

There is even only one.

That is Ming Zongyue.

In addition to Ming Zongyue and the size of Jinling, is there anyone who is worth walking like Su Mengzhen?

Shui Zhihan has already stood outside the general's mansion. There are only two people left in the general's mansion. Since Su Mengzhen has three people coming, there are only three people waiting in the general's mansion!

General Ming, water manager, the ghost was shocked.

There are only three people who came.

Su Meng pillow, Bai Choufei, Lin Qing.

Obviously, there are four people, but there are three names.

The huge general's mansion is a little empty, and the square of the general's mansion is quiet. General Ming's ink hair is blowing without wind, which is a sign of the spread of divine power.

The size of Jinling, or the size of the Ming Dynasty, is a master that General Ming has to prepare before he arrives. Shui Zhihan has only seen this one. Although he has been in Jinling for many years, General Ming has also seen several times, and he also has some records of Su Mengzhen's action.

It's just that he has never understood that according to the record, Su Mengzhen's martial arts are at most different from him. He asked himself that he was not worthy of General Ming to prepare like this early.

It's just that he is not a talkative person. Standing quietly on one side, but also thinking about it, frost suddenly appeared under his feet.

There are only seven people in the general's mansion,

General Ming is dressed in a general uniform, majestic and domineering. Long hair fluttering.

Su Meng pillow is dressed in ordinary clothes, red sleeves and white clothes. The long hair is tied behind the head, and the long knife in the hand is still not seen, but it is a little melodious and lonely.

Shui Zhihan is dressed in a white shirt. There are ice crystals in my eyes.

The two Bai Choufei are also dressed in white, but their eyes are already indifferent.

The ghost is dressed in black and seems to be hidden in the dark at any time.

Lin Qing's body is pale cyan clothes, and her hands don't seem to move, but they also seem to be slightly flashing...

"Brother Su, there are only seven of us in the general's mansion today. The matter of life and death should be pure. General Ming's words were indifferent and domineering, "Brother Su's mood is already there, so I have prepared a little earlier, and I'm more familiar with it here. How about a draw?"

The

algorithm may be a little strange, but it is natural.

Some places you take advantage of, and some places are beneficial to me.

Such a battle is fair to you and me.

This is what General Ming means.

Su Mengzhen nodded with a smile: "I have been with General Ming in Jinling for so many years. If you don't want to fight with the general, it's a lie. It's just that Meng pillow has been weak since he was a child. If he fights by force, I'm afraid he won't let the general enjoy it. So I have never come here. If you don't come here today, it's a common wish.

"Mr. Su is too modest. Zong Yue has always wanted to ask Yifan for advice, but he is just busy with chores. Today, Mr. Su came to give advice, and Zong Yue couldn't help but be happy. Naturally, we should do our best. General Ming's long hair fluttered, but his tone was natural and even happy.

"That being said, in fact, I still take advantage of it." Su Mengzhen looked at the two people with a name on one side: "You..."

"We're fine. Don't worry." Bai Choufei, who was standing, interrupted directly.

Su Mengzhen smiled and nodded.

The pattern does not seem to have changed much, but from beginning to end, it is not the single fight between the two. Their identity makes it impossible for them to compete one-to-One.

If they can compete before the life and death of their subordinates, it doesn't matter, but if their subordinates decide to win or lose first, there is nothing to say about joining the battlefield.

Lin Qing and the ghost walked to the left.

Bai Choufei carried Bai Choufei and Shui Zhihan on his back and walked to the right.

Except for their opponents, they will no longer be distracted at all.

Except for Bai Choufei. White sorrow flies on his back. His eyes were always on Su Meng's pillow. He didn't seem to know the pain and didn't feel it. I can only look at Su Meng's pillow.

Bai Choufei, who carried him behind his back, did not pay attention to the other side at all. He was just looking, and he could only look at Shui Zhihan.

Shui Zhihan is dressed in white, with a handsome face, thick eyebrows and sword eyes, three wisps of long whiskers under the jaw, long standing with his hands, without weapons in his hands, and a Taoist bone fairy style.

He was a little low in front of General Ming, but except General Ming, his identity and temperament were not inferior to anyone else. He was originally one of the masters of the same level as General Ming, but he was willing to be a general manager under General Ming. The forbearance of the heart can be seen.

It's just that no matter how the water knows cold, Bai Choufei has no impression or concept. Although he was looking at Shui Zhihan, even Shui Zhihan was not sure that he was looking at himself.

There is no doubt that Jianghu people will lock the air machine against the enemy, and if there is a murderous intention in the heart, the murderous spirit will emerge. But Shui Zhihan can't feel any murderous spirit in this person. He can accommodate the person who trusts Su Meng pillow to deal with him. How can he be murderous at all?

It's just that if this feeling can make the water know the cold stop, it's too underestimated.

Shui Zhihan's eyes lit up and shot out awe-inspiring eyes. He didn't see any shaking his figure. He stepped on it slightly and moved to Bai Choufei and raised his palms.

This palm seems to be clumsy and clever, and there are no rules to find. It looks like an understated palm. Although it covers the key points between Bai Chou's chest and abdomen, it seems to have no strength at all. However, if it is said that the water is cold and has a heart, it is obviously not like it.

And even if it seems that there is no threat, who dares to despise this palm?

What's more, a wisp of light smoke-like figure is like a ghost mountain magnose, which increases the strangeness of this palm.

There are not many people who can avoid this palm in the world.

There are many people who can catch this palm, although there are not many.

It's just that no matter how the water knows the cold, no matter how he thinks about it, he has never thought of a way to fly. Bai Chou can't fly. Not only did he not move, but he almost didn't even raise his hand.

This is simply looking for death.

But how can Bai Choufei die? He just looked at the water to know the cold, as if his ability was this...