Can you not drink during the Chinese New Year...

Is there any headache if I drink my legs and my legs are weak and I have...

I held my fists with tears in my arms and continued to wish you a happy New Year, please comfort me... Please collect it... Please vote for red... Please ask for anything...

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The villagers who lived in Sanshui Town for a long time had never seen anyone who could fly high. Suddenly, they saw Qin Fei jumping out of thin air and passing by everyone's heads like a big bird. The ignorant villagers were so scared that they knelt down, thinking that they had offended the gods...

Qin Fei had only the man who was walking in the snow in his eyes. The man was not tall, wearing an ordinary cotton jacket, sliding in the snow without looking back, and in a blink of an eye it had floated out more than ten feet.

Ji Feng was about to ask Qin Fei to come back, but he closed his mouth slowly, looking unfathomable.

Lei Lei couldn't help but ask: "Isn't it dangerous for him to go alone? Why don't you call him?"

Ji Feng pondered: "First, he won't listen if I call him. Second, the people in the Investigation Office must have a clear judgment on the situation. If Qin Fei goes to chase him, he must make a clear judgment. He can catch the escaped person. Otherwise, he deserves to die. Even if he comes back alive, I will punish him severely."

Lei Lei spitted out her cute little tongue and stopped talking. She looked up again. Apart from the darkness of the villagers kneeling down, she could no longer see Qin Fei and the escaped man.

The shrill cold wind whistled past his ears, and the cold snowflakes hit his face as if they were stinging like an ice skate. The snowflakes flying all over the sky were everywhere, drilling into Qin Fei's sleeves and into his neck. Before he knew it, the two of them had already arrived at the river outside the town one by one.

Sanshui Town is named after water. This town is located at the intersection of three small rivers. This is not a town of fish and rice. Every year, floods will definitely not be able to escape from Sanshui Town. Even if there is no flood in other places, half of Sanshui Town will be flooded after a heavy rain. Therefore, everyone in the town believes in the Dragon King. There is a Dragon King Temple by the river. Most of the houses in the town are dilapidated, but the Dragon King Temple is magnificent.

The Dragon King, who had enough food and drink, did not bless the villagers. He still flooded Sanshui Town once a year. The villagers repent again and burned incense and slaughtered pigs for the Dragon King...

Thick snowflakes were accumulated by the river. The man suddenly stopped as he moved, paused, and then turned to face Qin Fei.

It was an ordinary face. When you saw it, you would never have any impression when you saw it. But that person was simply standing there, putting Qin Fei under great pressure. Qin Fei, who was entering the wildly, stopped and looked at the man quietly, and asked, "Did you kill Qin Zhansheng?"

"Yes." The man nodded honestly.

"There is a revenge?"

The man suddenly laughed: "If you weren't so lucky to meet him, he could live for many years. If you were troublesome and killed him, would you blame me instead?"

"Your surname?" Qin Fei asked slowly. His mind spread quietly, and there was silence around him, and there was no one else here. There was nothing besides the snowmen piled up by the river. Qin Fei felt a little calm, and the other party had not many people, at least he did not have enough ability to set up an ambush here.

The man curled his lips and said lightly: "If you dare to chase me here, you must be intentionally trying to catch me. If you can catch me, I will tell you."

As soon as the words finished, the man stretched out his big hand, and the wind blew. Countless snowflakes were aroused by his palm wind, flying wildly, and the world was confused. The two were obviously more than ten feet apart, but among the flying snowflakes, there was a big hand that seemed to have a solid posterior from the void and grabbed Qin Fei's throat like lightning.

The cold light flashed, and Qin Fei's short sword had arrived at some point. He floated back on the hand that was bigger than the basin. The figure of the man approached several feet, with his hands wide open and he grabbed it in the air. The closer he approached, the more he felt that Qin Fei felt the pressure was increasing, and his figure was gradually slowing down.

He was not in a hurry. Countless palm forces intertwined together, as if weaving an invisible net to tie Qin Fei up. When he was unavoidable, he would give another fatal blow. This man had extremely rich experience in the enemy. Every time Qin Fei dodged, he seemed to be as expected, and he could always block Qin Fei's retreat in advance, forcing Qin Fei to gradually enter the trap of palm power condensation according to his expectations.

Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, messy, Qin Fei was flying on the snow like an eagle, with sword energy scattered. He wanted to break through the man's closure, but he was like hitting a solid wall, and he returned in vain every time.

The man snorted coldly, his subordinates did not relax at all, and said sternly: "Qin Fei, at your age, he is already extremely outstanding. But you are not my opponent yet, so you can surrender early."

Qin Fei pursed his lips and frowned tightly. The short sword knocked lightly several times one after another, and suddenly rose up from the ground. The sword light suddenly appeared, and his body followed the sword and stabbed the man's forehead.

When you reach this level of fighting, do you have weapons in your hands? The difference is not too big. Unless it is a magic weapon, you can get a advantage. The man sneered, bounced the sword with his fingers, and scolded: "I have opened the stone with my hands and cracked the stone, and you want to hurt me with your ragged short sword?"

Qin Fei did not say anything, and followed the same trick and stabbed him with another sword. The man thought Qin Fei had no choice but to fight for his life, so he stretched out his finger and bounced it away again.

In this way, it had been bounced out five or six times in a row, and Qin Fei handed out another sword. The man was almost bored and sighed faintly. As the fog in his mouth gradually disappeared in the heavy snow, he waved his hand lonely and sighed: "Your broken sword should have been bounced off this time."

He was right, the sword was really broken, and countless cracks appeared on the blade, just like the frozen ice layer on the river surface, which was stepped down by someone. The cracks kept spreading, and the blade fell into the snow, leaving no trace.

But as soon as the cold light appeared, a blood light burst out. The blood was in the cold world, carrying a faint mist, and as the broken sword blade dripped into the ground, the earth was red.

One palm fell to the ground, and blood was still flowing from the broken wrist. The man took a few steps back, holding the broken wrist in disbelief, and looked at Qin Fei with murderous aura.

The short sword in Qin Fei's hand, the faint blue light, passed by with the sword blade.

"Many people think that my dagger does not have a scabbard." Qin Fei explained: "I blame me for this, I didn't tell everyone. In fact, my dagger has a scabbard, but the scabbard is made of like a sword blade, which is very sharp and can stab people to death. So many people mistakenly think that my scabbard is a sword blade."

"I don't know who made the scabbard and the real sword blade. I can't pull it off even though I wasted a lot of strength, so I just didn't bother to waste my energy." Qin Fei said, "As I was just fighting, I suddenly remembered that you like to block my short sword with your palms so much. I wonder if it can block the real sword inside?"

"So, I asked you to help you play. I didn't expect that your fingers were really strong, and it really broke the scabbard..." Qin Fei raised his thumbs up and laughed: "Praise one!"

"But you disappointed me again. You can't stop my sword blade, and even your hand was cut by me. Now, you still don't surrender. Do you really have to wait for death?" Qin Fei said lightly: "I have always been frank and lenient to others and resist strictness."

The man pointed a few times on his arm, trying to stop the bleeding. But his wrist was cut off by a sharp blade, so how could he stop it immediately? What's even more fatal is that the blood flowed out gradually turned black.

"Is the sword blade poisonous?" the man asked sternly: "Qin Fei, you are so shameless. It's fine if you hide the sword in the sword, but you're even poisonous?"

Qin Fei shrugged his shoulders: "I am shameless. If you don't apply poison to the sword, how can you be worthy of yourself? You said that although I am a genius, there are still many people who can't beat them now. I always have to find a way to protect myself, right? However, the poison I put is not very powerful and will not attack immediately. If you can escape and find an antidote within half an hour, your life will not be in danger. It's just that you will have blood in your nose and incontinence for the rest of your life..."

Qin Fei reached into his arms, took out a small pill, and shook it out of thin air: "Look, you are so lucky, I actually carry the antidote with me."

The man's face changed and he suddenly shouted loudly and rushed forward, trying to fight with Qin Fei to the death.

Qin Fei would not have any effort to fight him, spread his figure, circled around the Dragon King Temple, and smiled and said, "Let's race. The faster you run, the faster you will get. In a while, even if I give you the antidote, it will be useless to take it."

The man knew that Qin Fei was not a false threat, and he could clearly feel that the toxicity went straight to his heart as the blood flowed. Poor that man was so busy that he was chasing Qin Fei, and he had to use his energy to resist the toxicity, but his wrists were still bleeding. There was not much blood on the human body. If he continued to flow, he would really fall down soon...

"I'm fighting with you!" The man roared angrily, and suddenly shot straight towards Qin Fei like a sharp arrow.

Qin Fei's face darkened, knowing that he had gathered his lifelong skills to fight to the death. He did not dare to neglect, and his feet were as fast as possible. His figure flashed around the Dragon King Temple three times in a row, barely avoiding the man's attack.

The man was exhausted, but before he could catch Qin Fei, his toxicity became more and more intense, and he had already run to the vicinity of his shoulders and chest. He roared in despair, and the roar was not over, and his shoulder was suddenly gently patted twice.

He looked back in surprise and saw a snowman who was almost one person tall behind him. The snowman swung his hand and slapped him to the ground with a slap.

Not far away, Qin Fei laughed and said, "Oh, how can you say it? You always don't have a memory and always forget that I am still a meditation. If I don't use it, how can I be worthy of my talent for meditation?"

"Despicable..." The man lay weakly on the ground, looking at Qin Fei with his eyes blank.

Qin Fei walked over and said, "You can live for a long time only by being despicable and vulgar. Haven't your master taught you? Then now tell me, do you want to die? Or do you want to live?"
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