Chapter 1183 How dare he?

Returning to the living room, the seven swords looked at the closed door, and his eyes were always full of worry. When Shen Chunhua blocked the bullet, the seven swords had put down all his hatred. Now he only hoped that Shen Chunhua could survive tenaciously. After all, the other party saved his daughter's life. After all, the other party killed his seven swords daughter. The child is raised with sincerity.

"Uncle Seven, don't worry too much. It will be fine with the master's mother." At this time, Fan Siyu cleverly sent a cup of hot tea, and at the same time turned his lips to comfort him.

Speaking of which, Fan Siyu had never seen the Seven Swords, but from Nangong Yun's name of the Seven Swords, Fan Siyu immediately realized that the old man with a solemn expression in front of him was the master of the shadow and one of the figures that Liu Xiaotian especially respected.

So, for the old man he had never met in front of him, Fan Siyu did not dare to neglect at all. He immediately showed the courtesy of a descendant, and at the same time, he did not forget to comfort him softly.

Reaching out to take the tea handed over by Fan Siyu, Qijian nodded to her at the same time, but Qijian did not say much. These lonely years have made him used to silence, not to mention in the current situation?

At this time, Wen Wanzhi, who walked out of the door side by side with Qijian, had been staring at Qijian for a long time. Finally, she couldn't help asking questions in her heart. Wen Wanzhi then asked Qijian, "Are you the wind 'smoker'?"

Hearing Wen Wanzhi's inquiry, Qijian clenched the big hand of the teacup and suddenly trembled violently. The tea splashed out of the cup and spilled all over the coffee table in front of him.

With a deep breath, Qi Jian tried his best to control his emotions. At the same time, he said to Wen Wanzhi in a low voice, "Madam has the wrong person. In front of you is just a servant of the young master."

"It's really you..." The answer of the seven swords made Wen Wanzhi more affirm the conjecture in her heart. So, looking at the white-haired seven swords in front of her, Wen Wanzhi couldn't help exclamation after being shocked.

I still remember that more than 20 years ago, the old man in front of me was only one of the popular figures in the capital, 'Liu Lang in politics' and 'smoker in the army', referring to his own husband and the old man in front of him. Although the smoker at that time was not romantic, he was also so heroic. Wen Wanzhi really didn't expect that the knife of the years. Feng seemed to be particularly ruthless to the wind and smoke ghost, and unexpectedly carved the iron man in the army into this way.

At the same time, Wen Wanzhi also felt very confused. Isn't the wind and smoke ghost and the Shen family incompatible? How could she beg her son's teacher's wife for help for Shen Chunhua's injury today?

"Ha ha, nothing is impossible. Today, I saw Mrs. Liu's scenery, which made Qijian feel that you are still not inferior to those years." Now that Wen Wanzhi has been identified, Qi Jian no longer hides it and nodded helplessly.

Hearing Qi Jian's compliment to her, Wen Wanzhi did not show any smile, but stared at the opposite Qi Jian, and her eyebrows were tightly squeezed together.

For a long time, she slowly sat down on the edge of the sofa. Wen Wanzhi looked at the seven swords in front of her, and then said with emotion, "Fengyan ghost, I haven't seen you for many years. I didn't think that we have become much more vitality."

Once upon a time, Liu Jianguo had a wide range of friends with the seven swords, the king of the army. Although it was not a friendship between life and death, the friendship between them was also extraordinary. Even Wen Wanzhi and the seven swords were relatively familiar, which can be seen from Wen Wanzhi's name for the seven swords.

It's just that I haven't seen each other for more than 20 years. When we get together again, we have become strangers to each other, which makes Wen Wanzhi don't know what to say for a moment. She can only turn her sad heart into a long sigh.

Hearing Wen Wanzhi's words, Qijian quickly shook his head with a wry smile: "Madam's words are heavy. It's different from the past. You are the young master's biological mother. Qijian should recognize his identity."

"Does he dare?" An inexplicable evil fire rushed straight to his forehead. Wen Wanzhi stood up and said angrily at the same time, "I'll ask the stinky boy later. How can he treat you as a slave?"

Yes, Wen Wanzhi is very angry at this moment. The reason why the seven swords had the title of 'king of the army' in those years was definitely not his pair of iron fists, but on his great achievements for the country. For such a person, Liu Xiaotian's father, Liu Jianguo, that is, Wen Wanzhi's husband, although he was known as the first young man in the capital at that time, But when it comes to the person named Seven Swords, the expressions of pity are often overflowing with words.

Time is like water, and time is like a shuttle. More than 20 years have passed in a blink of an eye. The seven swords are no longer in the army and no longer have the hero of those years. It can even be said that he has become a bad old man, but his contribution to the country in those years cannot be worn away by the passage of time.

Although she is just a female streamer, although national affairs have nothing to do with her, in Wen Wanzhi's eyes, for a person like Qijian, no matter how depressed he is, no matter how long he leaves the army, future generations should always remember his history and all his honors.

But now, Qi Jian actually said that he was Liu Xiaotian's servant, which made Wen Wanzhi suddenly angry. Her bastard boy really didn't know the depth of heaven and earth. Therefore, Wen Wanzhi really has a feeling that she can't catch people at the moment. Otherwise, she would like to ask her son if this is going to turn the sky or what?

"Mom, you misunderstood. That's not the case." Seeing Wen Wanzhi suddenly angry, Fan Siyu was so anxious that her feet jumped straight. Although she had never seen the Seven Swords, Liu Xiaotian talked to her about the years on the Tianshan Mountain, and naturally talked about the Seven Swords.

At this time, Fan Siyu can see the heartfelt respect and concern of his lover from Liu Xiaotian's eyes. So, in Fan Siyu's eyes, how can Liu Xiaotian regard the seven swords as a slave?

"Madam, you really misunderstood. The young master has always respected me, but the seven swords can't forget his identity because of the kindness and generousness of the young master."

After taking over the topic of Fan Siyu, Qijian once again expressed his position, with Xiaoyaozi as the main one. This is the oath he made when he went to Tianshan, and Liu Xiaotian is the only descendant of Xiaoyaozi. He is the current young master of Tianshan, and naturally the master of his seven swords.

Then, it seemed that he was reluctant to continue to struggle on this topic. Qi Jian quickly said to Wen Wanzhi, "Madam, the wind smoke ghost is dead. Now there are only seven swords. Now someone wants to be unfavorable to the young master. I have to go out and teach them a lesson."

After saying that, without waiting for Wen Wanzhi's response, Qi Jian rushed out of the door of the Liu family with his long sword in his arms, allowing Wen Wanzhi to stand there in a daze and listen to Fan Siyu's careful explanation.

Outside the door, because of the arrival of Jack and Alice, the pressure on Liu Jianguo's body suddenly eased a lot, and the members of the Five evil guards, when they saw Jack and Alice appear at the door, their always cold eyes immediately shrank slightly, and then burst out from their bodies. The strong smell of blood rushed to each opponent.

In the face of such a group of opponents like killing machines, the outlaws brought by Huang Yuxiang are more and more panicked, because the group of men and women indifferent in front of them do not seem to know what danger is, what pain is, or even death is.

With a knife, the other party did not dodge, and then cut over with the same knife. Even if there is no chance to get a knife, they will try their best to create opportunities for their companions around them, even at the cost of their lives.

In the face of such a crazy opponent, Huang Yuxiang's desperate people suddenly felt a little numb. The group of men and women in front of them were not made of flesh and blood. They were completely a group of devils and a group of death from hell.

If you can hear the voices of these outlaws, the members of the Five Dead Guards will definitely sneer. The other party's conjecture is close to the answer. They are not Death, but they are the Guards of Death. From the day they joined the Death Guard, they have sworn by their souls. They are only loyal to Death in this life. They have the courage to give everything for Death, and they have the courage to die first for Death.

Now, Jack and Alice, the two instructors, are around. These members of the Five Sally Guards suddenly feel that they should fulfill their vows in their own way, and these unknown opponents in front of them are the sacrifices for them to fulfill their vows.

Just because of their respective missions, these members of the Five Guards are about to raise their respective momentum to the extreme, such as steel knives, daggers, military thorns, pointing directly to the key point of their respective opponents and killing them with one blow. This is their habit when killing the enemy.

Blood, in front of the Liu family's old house, gathered into red streams, slowly flowing into the distance. The bodies fell in rows and gradually accumulated into human fortresses, forcing the two sides to turn the battlefield to the street in front of the door.

In this way, the space of the two camps is infinitely enlarged, chasing each other's opponents' crazy slashing scenes, and from time to time on this street, fluttering snowflakes, shining knife light, splashing blood, fallen figures, intertwined with each other, it seems so cruel.

At the same time, due to the amplification of the battlefield space, the advantages of personnel using long weapons are immediately highlighted. The so-called one-inch long, one-inch strong, one-inch short, one-inch dangerous, this is really so appropriate.

For example, Alice, who has just joined the battlefield, flies up and down with two wires in her hand. Under the cover of the snowflakes in the air, she looks more unpredictable and unpredictable.

Alice's face was full of evil spirit, and the two silver lights in her hand were like a poisonous snake's letter, frequently pointing to the opponent's eyebrows, throat and heart. Before the opponent could figure out what was going on, the opponent often suddenly had a few blood holes on his body, and then fell to the ground.

And the military thorn in Jack's hand has been soaked in blood. Basically, it has just been pulled out of the enemy's chest. Jack's wrist turned over, and the military thorn in his hand immediately pierced into the next opponent's heart.

In the current battle, Liu Xiaotian taught him to be fast, accurate, ruthless, and sincerely played by Jack to the fullest. If someone who knows Jack's details are present and looks at Jack's heroic appearance at this moment, he will definitely look up to the sky and sigh: "Hunter, what he is best at is really not With a gun."

Seeing that the opponent was too tough, one of the members of Huang Yuxiang's camp immediately tried his best to repel his opponent, and then quickly stepped back a few steps. Then, he took a deep breath. The strong man immediately looked up to the sky and shouted: "Please, elders."