Chapter 28 Anti-kill

The moon has been covered by dark clouds, and the stars seem to have faded a little. In the depth of night, there is no half a figure on the street. Daizhou City, which has been steamed by the heat for a day, also opens with the silence. From time to time, there are gusts of breezes, which is more comfortable.

Walking alone in the green brick alley, Liu Yanzhao lost his previous joy, but there was more unspeakable sadness. From time to time, he looked up at the half-hidden starry sky, and his eyes were more lonely.

The night is quiet and lonely.

Kicking away the gravel not far away, opening his arms, taking a few deep breaths, and trying to hold back the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

"Tief God, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

In the surrounding house, the person who was disturbed by the dream opened the window and cursed a few words. Later, everything became clear. Only a few dogs barked in the distance, and the evening wind blew with a lot of resentment and loss.

For a long time, Liu Yanzhao's whole body seemed to have been pumped out of energy, lost his soul, and continued to walk forward.

Beyond him, a few feet away, the night clothes were like ghosts, integrated into the night. Liu Yanzhao, who was very depressed, did not notice it at all.

At the top of his head, the starlight became more and more bleak. When he was turning around and walking into a nearby alley, he suddenly felt the cold hitting his back, and his heart suddenly thumped. He couldn't think much about it and jumped to one side.

Although the moon is not clear, Liu Yanzhao still clearly saw that he had just wiped the corners of his clothes, and the knife body was cold and bright. Before he could stabilize his figure, two murderous breaths rushed to his face.

He leaned to the ground and rolled away. Taking advantage of the gap that the other party did not chase, Liu Yanzhao finally got a chance to breathe.

The four people in black in front of him showed a semicircle, holding a long knife and slowly approaching. Behind him, the faint sound was particularly clear in this quiet night, and there was no need to turn around. Liu Yanzhao understood that his back road had been broken.

Since there is no way back, there is no need to retreat. Looking at the four people in front of him, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, "Finally, can't you help it?"

When the words fell, they did not retreat and moved forward. They completely ignored the killer behind them and rushed forward. The four people obviously did not expect this situation and were stunned until one of them waved a knife to kill, and the other three came to their senses.

The knife wind roared and cut Liu Yanzhao's cheeks hot, but he couldn't take care of it. The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer. Obviously, it had been forced to be solved as soon as possible, otherwise the situation would be more and more unfavorable.

"Puff..."

The long knife scratched the skirt of the chest, and the blood went down the blade, but it could not continue down, because the blade was firmly grasped by one hand.

The assassin in black gritted his teeth and was about to continue to exert his strength. When he saw Liu Yanzhao pushing him back quickly and hitting the masonry piled up in front of the door of the house, he felt a pain in his back, and his hand was relaxed.

With this looseness, I felt that the steel knife went away. In a moment, I saw the knife light flashing by, and the coolness came from my neck, and I was no longer aware of it.

He grabbed the knife and killed the assassin in front of him. Liu Yanzhao hurriedly looked at one side and retreated a few steps, but he was still hit by his back and was kicked to the ground. The steel knife he had almost got away.

"Dang Dangdang!"

Three knives were cut on the green bricks, and sparks flew. Liu Yanzhao, who rolled away, hooked his right hand and quickly cut into the abdomen of the approaching assassin.

The two assassins were solved, and only a few breaths were made. The killer who had broken his back road also rushed over. In front of him, there were still four people holding steel knives around.

In the chest, the wound was painful. Liu Yanzhao touched the ground with a sword. The first time he killed someone, he did not feel uncomfortable, but felt abnormally smooth.

The blade turned around, blood dripping, and a cold smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Liu Yanzhao rushed forward with a single knife again.

The knife wind is like a shadow, rubbing it in the ear, and the temples are flying, but there is no fear. Although the steel knife in the hand has no rules, it raises pieces of blood between the ups and downs.

"Dangdang!"

He picked up the assassin's steel knife in front of him. Liu Yanzhao kicked it out and immediately flew out. He struggled to get up, and his mouth was softly humming in pain.

Gritting his teeth, his white clothes were stained with blood. Liu Yanzhao dragged the steel knife forward, and the knife made countless sparks on the green brick road, which looked particularly dazzling in the dark night.

He tried hard, but it was finally difficult to get up. The assassin was not struggling, but looked up at Liu Yanzhao, who was approaching, and laughed loudly.

"Since you are so happy, go to hell over there!"

The assassin's laughter stopped abruptly. The evening wind blew through the alley, and the smell of blood was strong.

After solving these killers, Liu Yanzhao put the sweat in his handle and was still on one side. He walked to the threshold not far away, sat down slowly, looked at the terrible wound in his chest, and suddenly felt a lot of pain, but his heart was a little more comfortable.

It turned out that killing people was not terrible, especially when he killed the enemy, and most of the depression that he had nowhere to say in his heart dissipated.

It's just, how to go back now?

Just when he was in trouble, he heard bursts of footsteps. Before long, he saw a row of armored men coming with torches.

Blood and assassins, which obviously surprised these soldiers, rushed forward to surround Liu Yanzhao, the only person who was still alive.

The sound of the horses' hoofs was extremely crisp, and the leaders came out more and more. After seeing it clearly, they couldn't help exclaiming, "Major General?"

Hearing the sound, Liu Yanzhao looked up. He had seen people several times. He was a trusted person around Dalang. He thought it was the leader to patrol the city tonight and found the abnormality here.

Squeezing out a smiling face, Liu Yanzhao said in pain, "Team Bu, I met several assassins."

There were not many words, but the blood in front of him was stained with bricks and stones. The latter could immediately think of the tragedy of the fight, and now he ordered his subordinates to search for the assassin.

"The team is right, no need, the assassin has been killed by me." Liu Yanzhao called the other party, frowned, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.

Seeing him like this, the team found that Liu Yanzhao was seriously injured and didn't have time to think too much about it. They asked the soldiers behind him to help Liu Yanzhao get on the horse and send him to Liu's house.

"Team Bu, I have something else to do."

On the horse's back, Liu Yanzhao suddenly turned around and said word by word, "Send these assassins to Shangyan Street, the third courtyard gate in the West Temple Lane."

His eyes were cold, and his words were cold. The latter forgot to answer when he heard the words. When he came to his senses, the dark horse had slowly walked out of the alley with Liu Yanzhao on his back.

After enduring the pain, he finally saw the familiar door. Liu Yanzhao was relieved. Suddenly, his eyes were dark and he fell to the ground.

When he woke up again, he was already lying **. The oil lamp in the room was burning, and the window was dark. I don't know how long it took.

Just as I was about to move, I felt unbearable pain all over my body. I couldn't help humming in pain, and cold sweat overflowed on my forehead.

"Squeak!"

The door opened at this time, and the eight sisters' thin body came in. Seeing that Liu Yanzhao, who was **, had woken up, he hurriedly trotted forward, "Sixth brother, you're awake!"

said with a crying voice.

Raising his head, Liu Yanzhao looked at Ba Mei's red and swollen eyes and squeezed out a smiling face. "It's a fish. Don't cry. Brother Liu is fine now."

It took a lot of effort to coax the little girl and know that he had been in a coma for two days.

"Fish, I'm injured. My parents are not worried, are they?"

"My mother was very scared to see that the sixth brother was covered with blood. She also stayed in front of the sixth brother's bed all the time these two days, and then she was persuaded by several sisters-in-law to go back to rest. After Dad hurried back from the camp to see the sixth brother, he didn't go out in the study all night. Later, Meng Shishi brought someone here, and the fish didn't know the rest.

After saying a few words, the eighth sister seemed to suddenly think of something and ran out. "Sixth brother, you have been in a coma for so long time. You must be hungry. The fish is going to let the exhaust wind make some porridge and tell your mother by the way."

After the eighth sister left, Liu Yanzhao stretched out his hand and stroked his still bandaged chest. A trace of coldness burst out from his eyes. Meng Shishi asked, thinking that Ma Yuan could not be investigated for this matter. In this case, he wrote down this revenge.

Outside the house, the sound of footsteps was far and close. Soon, the folding flower led several daughters-in-law and strode in. Seeing Liu Yanzhao, she immediately let go of her hanging heart.

"My son, you are awake..."

Listening to the faint choking in the twists and turns, Liu Yanzhao's heart trembled and quickly said, "Mother, I'm worried about you and your sisters-in-law."

"It's okay, it's okay."

Zhe Saihua said something again, and personally ate the porridge sent by the exhaust wind for him. He told Liu Yanzhao to have a good rest, and then led the crowd away.

The next day, Luo's girl came to change the medicine for him. The latter's eyes were also a little red and swollen, and it seemed that she cried bitterly. When she changed the medicine, her hands couldn't help trembling.

Seeing this gentle girl, Liu Yanzhao was in a much better mood. After talking to her for a long time, maybe he was really much better. When the latter left, he actually looked back and left an intoxicating smile.

After sunset, after Da Lang and others returned home, they heard Liu Yanzhao wake up and surrounded them all. They all understood what they were doing behind the scenes and wanted to shoot them, but they knew that this matter could not be done in the end.

"Six brothers, don't worry about my younger brother. Yan Zhao understands what to do and what not to do."

Hearing this sentence, Liu Jiye, who was stepping in, nodded, reached out to stop Dalang and others who wanted to salute. For a long time, he whispered, "Ryulang, you are mature."

"Dad shoulders the heavy responsibility of defending the family and the country. The child should focus on the overall situation. How can he be angry?"

"If Liulang can be so sensible, he is very happy for his father," Liu Jiye nods again and sighed later, "In this matter, my father will ask for justice for you in the future."

Then, he asked a few more questions, and Liu Jiye turned around and left, while Da Lang and others continued to comfort him and went to the living room for dinner.

After everyone was separated, Liu Yanzhao grasped the capture tightly, and the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a cold smile.