Chapter 71 It's just a farce. The dragon hides from the lonely downstairs

"Snake demon?"

Wuhua's pupils shrank sharply, and his face was full of disbelief. Zhang Busshi beside him also frowned, and the dark machete slid out of his sleeves.

The two of them came to Liu to find out the traces of the divine master. The divine master did not find it for the time being, but he found Li Lin, who could use the secret skill, and An Bochen, who defeated Li Lin with only one silver gun. These alone have surprised them secretly. Unexpectedly, a snake demon will appear tonight, which makes it even more difficult for them to calm down.

The situation in Liujing seems to be a little more chaotic than previously thought.

The two looked at each other, with a few wisps of sadness between their eyebrows.

At this time, the Taoist has arrived.

The dark black coat, the feet are stepping on the yin and yang boots, the long hair is up to the waist, the eyes are narrow and long, the eyes are full of eyes, and there are some fairy bones.

He looked at the uncertain An Bochen with a smile. The Taoist's eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something. After a long time, he said, "Do you know why I'm here tonight?"

With a cold face, An Bochen subconsciously took a step back and was innocent.

"Hahaha... Although you and I have no hatred, it's a pity that I can't keep you anyway.

Strange laughter came to the long street, and the people from the fighting downstairs raised their heads and looked at the Taoist in surprise.

After a blink of an eye, the Taoist took a step forward, pinched the seal with his hand, and a note popped up in his mouth: "Fight!"

The cold wind flowed, feeling the murderous intention coming to his face, An Bochen swept away innocently and retreated.

Hu, who carried a long knife, really saw it and panicked. Regardless of Li's Tieqi and Wang Xiner, he pulled up and hit the man with a long knife. Wuhua and Zhang Bushi did not hesitate any more. They stepped forward and stopped the Taoist one left and one right.

Although the three people reacted quickly, they were far away, and the Taoist and An Bochen transformed by the snake demon were close at hand. In a short time, the faintly fiery palm had fallen.

Between the lightning and lightning, An Bochen had no time to shoot. The water and fire instantly fell into the handle of the gun, roared, and innocently greeted the Taoist's palm.

"Bum!"

A loud noise came out, and even the huge Moyun Tower trembled.

On the seventh floor of Moyun Tower, An Bochen's face was pale, and his eyes were full of despair and a trace of regret. He seemed to be drunk. His footsteps were floating, shaking twice, turning his head and spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his arms seemed to be broken and drooping on his side.

He fell innocently at his feet, but the teenager could only watch desperately and could not pick it up.

"There is no big fault for you for the time being. The death penalty can be avoided, and the living crime can't be avoided!"

The Taoist said with a blank face. When the three people were about to jump, he pointed out a finger and hit An Bochen's forehead.

An Bochen was like being struck by thunder. His whole body trembled, his face was pale, and his eyes were blank. Except for despair, there was only despair.

On the 10th day of Liujing, a great future, the beautiful dreams that those young people have reached within reach have become nothing with this finger.

The next moment, An Bochen fell down and his breath was dying, and the man also turned into a gloomy wind and disappeared.

Silent.

The inside and outside of the building are quiet, and only the low sound of the horse echoes in the cold night, which is particularly desolate.

I don't know how long it took, hysterical laughter sounded. At this moment, only Mr. Li could laugh.

"I did all kinds of calculations and tricks, but in the end, I still failed. It seems that I am not the only one who cares about you in Liujing.

The big revenge was avenged. Li Lin didn't want to hide anything anymore. His face was full of joy, and he smiled and coughed up blood.

To this day, how can he not guess that everything tonight was designed by An Bochen? He hated and taboo in his heart. He thought that not only would the great revenge be difficult to repay, but he would also put himself and the whole family into this right and wrong. Unexpectedly, a mysterious master was killed halfway, which made An Bochen die in the middle of the original error-free game. Although he could not take action in person, it could be seen that An Bochen was embarrassed. Li Lin was furious and ecstatic.

No longer linger, Li Lin led the master of the Li family to run away.

"It's really a pity that it's a mistake, but it's self-fed."

A trace of inexplicability floated from the corners of her mouth and gradually became cold. Wang Xiner swept over Jin Wuwei, who was stunned like a wooden chicken, and suddenly pulled to the horse's buttocks, leading the master of the Wang family to break through.

For Wang Xiner, it is the best opportunity at present. Unfortunately, this place has become a place of right and wrong. I can't imagine it tonight. It's just a long time to come. The most urgent thing is to deal with the angry Princess Lizhu.

Two groups of people left one after another, and only Jin Wuwei was left on the long street. He stood still and looked at the roof, waiting for their general to give orders.

"Wuhua, Zhang Bushi?"

Looking at the two dull-faced teenagers, Hu Fufei frowned. As a person in the long gate, he naturally recognized the descendants of the two gods, Da Kuang's leading young heroes. At ordinary times, he would definitely think about the reason why the two came here. However, at present, his heart is in a mess, and he can't care about anything else.

Seeing that he was recognized, Wuhua accidentally looked at Hu Bude, and turned to An Bochen, who had dyspnea. A look of regret floated in his eyes, shook his head, pulled up his sleeves, and disappeared.

When the figures of the two teenagers disappeared at the end of the street corner, Hu Bufei reached out to An Bochen's wrist. Gradually, disappointment appeared in his eyes.

"What a pity."

No longer stranded, Hu Fufei jumped downstairs, sat firmly on the back of the horse, full of unconcealed anger, and led a group of Jin Wuwei to go.

The first moment was lively, but at this time it returned to be deserted. Under the moonlight, there was a corpse next to the Moyun Tower, and the blood spread, which was shocking.

The teenager's body lay quietly in the Moyun Building like this, and his breathing gradually stopped.

For everyone, after tonight, Mo Yunlou An Bochen will no longer be the popular young gunman three days ago. He will return to his original form overnight. Even if he has half a reputation, he will be re-converted to a grassy people who is unattended.

Li Lin took revenge. Hu was disappointed and left. Wuhua and Zhang Bushi would not have any interest again, except for the demon road that destroyed the first game of An Bochen's life.

The wind blows the eaves and bells, and the moonlight floods into the window lattice, reflecting the Taoist's ink robe.

No one would have thought that the mysterious and demysterious Taoist would go and return.

He looked at An Bochen calmly, and the Taoist looked inexplicably, and he sneered for a long time.

"Everyone is gone. Don't pretend."

With a long breath of relief, the teenager lying straight like a dead body rubbed his arms and sat up.

When the Taoist looked around, he saw that An Bochen's face was ruddy, his eyes were bright, and his face was calm. He didn't look hurt at all.

"You were really heavy just now." Looking at the Taoist, An Bochen frowned and muttered.

"Cut, if you don't pretend to be a little bit, how can you deceive them... Several Taoist symbols were wasted.

With a hum, the Taoist man tore off the human skin mask, revealing the girl's face, not Simajin.

Standing up, An Bochen walked to the window, stood with his hands behind his hands, and looked at the completely unchanging Rosefinch Street, and his eyes flashed.

After tonight, the prosperity will end, and from then on, the ink cloud building will be hidden. Before long, no one will remember the vigorous teenager who used to be in the martial arts arena. Everyone will think that his meridians have been destroyed and he has become a useless person.

This is also the only purpose of tonight's good show.

Wang Xiner, Li Lin, Wu Hua, Zhang Bushi and Hu Bufei are all first-class smart people, and they all "see" the intention of An Bochen's game. It's nothing more than attracting forces from all sides to gather in the Moyun Tower, setting off a storm and alarming Liujun and even the real Liu Kingdom. In this way, An Bochen can stay out of the matter. I don't know that this is just a blindfold on the surface. An Bochen's first plan in his life is a trick. It's simple, but who would have thought that the mysterious master who appeared halfway was pretended by Simajin Yirong, and the palm she hit did not destroy the meridians around An Bochen.

Hu didn't take the pulse for An Bochen, probed into the innate fire, and went away disappointed. However, because in March in the fairy mansion, An Bochen adjusted the meridians, disassembled the original meridians and collaterals, and achieved a double wheel vortex. Hu was not naturally not believe that An Bochen practiced a secret skill in just three days. Seeing that An Bochen's meridian acupoints were disordered, he only thought that the palm had been An Bochen's meridians and acupoints are scattered.

It is necessary to know that the meridians and acupoints of the human body are extremely important. They take shape after the age of three. If one or two strange meridians are damaged, they can no longer set foot on the road of practice, let alone destroy the meridians like An Bochen.

Originally, Hu must have seen An Bochen's gunshots and wanted to recruit him into Changmen. After tonight's change, he had given up his previous idea. Not only him, but also all those who were originally interested in An Bochen, and those old generals will also forget An Bochen, which is also a kind of cold and warm human feelings.

However, no one would have expected that all this was a good play arranged by An Bochen.

Just tonight, everyone became his puppets, one after another, one scene after another. When it came to the farce, everyone was separated, and only An Bochen looked at it with cold eyes. From then on, he was dormant, scattered all the glory, and the dragon was hidden in the lonely building.

Looking at the young man's back, Simajin smiled at the corners of his mouth. Somehow, the scene of blue shirts and silver guns and high-rise buildings covered with blood in front of her always made her feel a little uneasy. Perhaps because she didn't understand until now, how Xiao Anzi regulates the meridians, makes a wheel vortex, and hides it from the world. Perhaps, even she didn't expect that An Bochen's plan came to an end so smoothly, and all the previous worries were in vain.

It only took three days to play with all forces in Liujing. Maybe he doesn't even know how much impact this storm will have on the situation in Liujing tonight. And he, the person who directed this good play, hid behind the scenes safely, coldly looking at the whirlpool farther and farther away from him...

take it easy, like a fish in water... Is he really the little servant who was picked up by himself when he was desperate?

For a long time, he shook his head with a smile, and Sima Jin walked to the Tibetan Jade Hall.

"Well, tonight's best hero, I'll go back to my room first. Don't sneak in."

Simajin said with a smile, and the skirt turned slightly, but there was a trace of different emotion.

In the past, the ice princess of the Sima family had already had the intention to kill.

However, nowadays, in the face of the calm, indifferent teenager in front of her and shy smile from time to time, she can no longer have a trace of murder.

Maybe in the future, but who knows if there is a future.