Chapter 161 Father and Son, Enemy

Huang He went to Yushui to wait for the rabbit for several days but did not see him again. Bai Lu, Jun Qian and others thought that the stronghold was exposed and they were nervous every day. Fortunately, Huang He's eyes and ears rediscovered Mo Fei in the pub, which made him divert his target.

Huang He went to put on his hat and thought as he walked: Going to the tavern? Could it be that it has something to do with Lin Qian?

The wind blew in his ears, like Ling You's broken shawl sword, cruelly cut in his ears, like Ling You's broken shawl sword, letting his blood flow on it, his failure flowed into the land of Youling Villa...

That year, after Yun Lan and Lin Chujiang became eternal pain in his heart, he came to Youling Villa. He didn't know whether he had loved Ling You, but Ling You in his heart was different from Li Suyun, Wu Zhen, and Wu Zhen... In this winter many years ago, the snow-white background of Youling Villa was as holy and solemn as a cemetery, and his blood, the red letters formed in the snow, were transformed from "Yun Lan" to "Ling You", but those unbeautiful stories will eventually become stories.

He doesn't want to understand or hear.

Chongmeng Tavern.

He sat down, and the parting of the three people was even worse than the tragedy of the two.

The person who entertained him was Qing Pingle, and he did not find that the face behind the cloak belonged to Huang He.

Finally, it was not wasted. Could it be that he appeared halfway through drinking. He and Mo Ru sat face to face. Huang Hege couldn't help but keep watching him. He looked like Beihailong carved out of the same mold. At first glance, he hated him.

Huang He went to calm down his smile and showed his coldness. He remembered that night many years ago, Beihailong and his sword hatred. He was insulted after his first failure... He clenched his fists, reality and dreams were incompatible, and it was destined to hurt after love. He went to Youling Villa, originally just to make friends Beihailong, but he never expected to meet her who belonged to them...

Behind the transparent thin curtain, he saw the childish smile on Mo Fei's face, like Beihailong sneering and abandoning Ling You, like Ling You sneering and leaving Huang He. These two identical sneers are often entangled with Huang He. Yes, he is Beihailong's son, I want to kill him! I want to take revenge!

But, how should I kill him...

After all, this is Jiankang City.

Huang Hege was surrounded by many contradictions and finally walked out of Chongwen Tavern, no killing, could it be?

He just walked in a daze, walked to Jiang Ling's house, and couldn't help but go in.

But even if it is antique, even if it is carved and jade, how can it attract him?

Besides, there was a person behind him.

Huang He stopped, and the man also stopped. Huang He had already seen the red color on the man's body. Based on his intuition, he smiled and judged: "Your Excellency, you should be one of my defeated generals, Master Hong Shan, right?"

Red clothes blow, red cloak, red clothes, red heart, red eyes.

Hong Han snorted: "The hidden arrow hurts people, you are in the forefront."

Huang He went to sneer: "Nonsense, I have been placing hidden weapons in the world, and my cone is the third one."

"Why are you third in everything?" Hong Hanshu mocked.

Huang Hege couldn't help but feel angry: "Which onion are you? Which one are you? It's seventh, you can't even compare with your own woman."

Hong Hanshu had both hooks in hand, angry and anxious: "She is not my woman!" His voice was also trembling.

Huang He went to smile and said, "I want to fight me again?"

Hong Hanshu's left hook had already hit his throat, and he was a fast and fierce death move! Huang He Go quickly dodged, and the right hook followed him up. Huang He Go was not a waste of time. He took the time to draw his sword out of the sheath. Once Jue Mo touched the fire, a sudden burst of thunder in the sky seemed to have an ominous sign. The blue sky began to collapse into different colors, and it was still faintly visible.

After the knife and hook were rubbed, Hanshu took the initiative to attack. When the unprecedented force forced Huang He bravely, he suddenly realized Hong Hanshu's eyes, so stubborn, so strong, so stubborn and strong: a little inexplicable, even more hopeless!

Why is there murderous intent left in Hong Hanshu's eyes? He is definitely not jealousy, never avenges shame, never dissatisfaction, never trying to explain what he gets and what he grasps. He seems to be revengeing an irreconcilable hatred!

The scene was unstoppable.

A strong wind suddenly broke out in Jiangling's house, causing the rubble to move around, and the flowers and plants to move - when everything around him was slanting, the wind was blowing Han Shu's cloak, and the first white hair that the yellow crane had left was raised.

Huang He went, suddenly felt a little tired, and retreated. I wonder if it was because he had been nervous for a day. His Juemo sword was giving in step by step, but Hanshu kept getting more and more aggressive. Which attack move was not right at the critical moment? If Huang He went on weekdays, he had already tried to squeeze the opponent's life into his hands, but tonight, he didn't know why, but he didn't want to kill anyone, and he was willing to let the victory or defeat linger.

Jiang Ling's house, after night, there was no time to go up here. The dark competition was contested, but when the wind was heard, he was sweating heavily and was soaked all over. The fire was like weeds growing in the hook. Overall, it looked deserted, but it was eager to pierce the body of Juemo Dao, and it had the tenacity of wildfires and the spring breeze.

This is the real strength of the fire from the hook, one of the nine divisions in the Southern Song Dynasty - "The hook is deep and far-reaching, the wild grass is rushing, and the flames are sharp and the fire is sharp". If it weren't for the most manic moment, how could it be found that it was poisonous?!

The fire was vast and the domineering eyes were burning. Huang He left the corner of his mouth and showed a satisfied smile. Among the younger generations, Lin Qian made him care, Lin Mo made him appreciate, Xuanyuan Jiuye made him respect, and Hong Hanshu really made him like...

I don’t know how long it took, how deep the sword light fell, or how far away from the world.

Exhausted, out of breath, still unable to find a way to solve the problem.

Han Shu understood that Huang He went deliberately, only defending but not attacking.

So my fire from the hook cannot find the pleasure of revenge! I smiled coldly in my heart, nervously, and my heart was empty. What kind of hatred does the enemy in front of me have with me? He, Hong Hanshu, life and death may all be due to Huang He.

Hanshu's power to control the hook finally weakened like fire. I just don't know if Huang He still remembers the flowers that bloomed outside the Qilian Mountains that year, and Li Suyun's beautiful but sad face that night...

His breathing was instantly blocked by his own mood. Hanshu said without saying anything, quickly took a step back, pulled the hook and left.
Chapter completed!