The meteor's light is short, but what star in the sky can be more brilliant and brilliant than it! When a shooting star appears, even the eternal constellations cannot take away its light. The life of a butterfly is fragile, even more fragile than the brightest flower. But it always lives in spring. It's beautiful, it's free, it flies. Its life is short but fragrant. Only the sword is closer to eternity. The light and life of a swordsman often lie in the sword he holds in his hand. But if the sword also has feelings, will its light become as short as a shooting star? When the shooting star streaked across the night sky, he was lying on this bluestone.

He gambled and drank heavily. He whoring, in his life, there have been all kinds of women. He even kills! But as long as there are shooting stars, he rarely misses them, because he is always lying here waiting, as long as he can feel that dazzling light, that brilliant stimulation, it is the greatest joy in his life. He would not miss such an opportunity for anything, for he had few other joys in life. He also wanted to catch a shooting star, but of course that was a long time ago.Now he had few fantasies left, almost no recollections at all. For a person like him, fantasies are not only ridiculous, but also shameful.

This is the closest place in the world to a meteor. The lights of the cabin at the foot of the mountain are still on, and when the wind blows, occasionally the sound of laughter and clinking glasses in the cabin will be brought to the mountain. That's his cabin, his wine, his woman! But he would rather lie here than be alone. The light of the shooting star in the sky has disappeared, the flowing water beside the bluestone is whimpering, the time for carnival is over, now he must calm down, calm down thoroughly. Because you must calm down before killing. He is going to kill now! He doesn't like killing people.

Whenever his sword edge pierces someone's heart, and blood drips down along the sword edge, he can't enjoy the kind of blood-pumping excitement. He just felt pain. But no matter how deep and intense the pain was, he had to endure it. He must kill. If he does not kill, he must die! Sometimes a person lives not to enjoy joy, but to endure pain, because living is only a responsibility, and no one can escape it. He started thinking about the first time he killed someone. Luoyang is a big city. There are all kinds of people in Luoyang City, some are heroes, some are poets; But no one's reputation is as loud as "Golden Spear Lee".No one's property is half as much as that of Golden Spear Lee, and no one can resist the torrential rain of seven, seven, forty-nine shots from Golden Spear Lee.

The first time he killed, it was the golden gun Lee. Golden Spear Lee's wealth and fame didn't just fall from the sky, so he has more enemies than he can remember. But no one ever thought of killing him, and no one dared. Jinqiang Li has four great King Kongs and thirteen Taibao under his command.Everyone's martial arts can be said to be top-notch in the rivers and lakes, and there are two eight-foot-long wrestlers carrying golden spears for him. These people are often not far from his side. He himself was wearing an invulnerable golden silk armor, so not only could others not kill him, they couldn't get close to him at all.

Even if someone has higher martial arts skills than him, if he wants to kill him, he must first break through the seven ambush cards, enter the Golden Spear Fort where he lives, beat back the warriors surrounding him, the Four King Kongs, and the Thirteen Taibao, and then stab him with a single shot. into his throat, and must not be stabbed anywhere else.There must be no mistakes in this shot, and there must be no delay.Because you never get a second chance. No one wants to stab this sword, no one can do it. There is only one person who can do it, and that person is "him", that is, Meng Xingsun.

He first spent half a month inquiring about Tuna Li's living environment, living habits, attendants, and even his every move every day. He spent another month infiltrating the Fort of the Gun, working as a water bearer in the big kitchen. Then, he spent another half a month waiting. Everything is easy, but waiting is not easy. Golden Spear Li is like a cold and chaste virgin, never giving anyone a chance to violate him, and even when he takes a shower and goes to the toilet, there is someone guarding him beside him. However, as long as you can wait, the opportunity will come sooner or later-virgins always have a time to be a mother.

One day, a gust of wind blew off the high crown on Golden Spear Lee's head, and the four people who were close to him rushed to chase him at the same time. Golden Spear Li's gaze also followed the hat that was blown away by the wind. At this moment, no one pays attention to other things, because this moment is too short, and no one can grasp this moment of opportunity. So they're negligent, and they don't think it's anything to worry about at all. Meng Xinghun rushed over at this moment, stabbing with his sword obliquely. Just one stab! The sword pierced into the blood vessel behind Golden Spear Li's left neck, and pierced the larynx in front of the right neck!

The sword was drawn immediately. The blood flew violently, and the mist-like drops of blood splashed everywhere. The blood mist filled everyone's eyes, and the sword light shocked everyone's soul! When the blood fog dissipated, Meng Xinghun was already ten feet away. No one can describe the speed of his movement, and at the same time, no one can describe the speed of this sword. It is said that when the golden gun plum was buried, his eyes were still staring, and his eyes were still full of doubt and disbelief. He didn't believe that he would die too! He couldn't believe that someone could kill him.

The news of Golden Spear Li's death immediately shocked the world, but Meng Xinghun's name was still unknown. Because no one knows who did it. Some people vowed to find the "murderer" and avenge Jinqiang Li. Some people vowed to find this "savior", knelt down and kissed his feet, thanking him for eliminating the evil in the world. There are also some young swordsmen who are determined to become famous, and they are also looking for him, but they just want to fight with him, to see whose sword is faster. He doesn't care about any of this. After killing someone, he ran back to the lonely cabin alone, hid in the corner and vomited while crying.

Up to now, although he no longer sheds tears and has no more tears to shed, every time he kills someone, every time he sees the blood stains on the blade, he still can't help but want to hide and vomit secretly. Before the murder, he was completely calm, absolutely calm, extremely calm. But after the murder, he could no longer control himself. He has to gamble wildly, drink heavily, get drunk, and find the most beautiful woman who is the easiest to get to, so as to forget about the murder.He could hardly forget, if not at all. So he can only continue to gamble, drink, and look for women. Until his next murder. At that time, he would run to the mountain alone, lie down on the bluestone beside the running water, do nothing, think about nothing. He couldn't think, and didn't dare to think. He just managed to calm himself enough to kill the other guy. This person was neither acquainted with him, nor had any grievances with him, nor had he even met him. The life and death of this person had nothing to do with him. But now he had to kill this man. He killed him only because Boss Gao told him to do so. He was only six years old when he met Boss Gao for the first time.At that time he had been hungry for three days. Hunger, to a six-year-old child, is even more terrible than death, more unbearable than "death". He was so hungry that he collapsed on the road and could hardly see anything. It is incredible that a six-year-old child can feel "death". But he did feel dead then—perhaps it would have been better if he had been dead then. He didn't die because some hands reached out and gave him half a steamed bun. Gao Boss's hand. Cold, hard steamed buns. When he took the piece of steamed bun, tears flowed down like spring water.Tears soaked buns.He will never forget the taste of bitter and salty tears down his throat with cold steamed buns. He will never forget Boss Gao's hand. Now, what these hands gave him was no longer cold steamed buns, but silver and gold, and he gave as much as he wanted. Sometimes this hand would also slip him a small piece of paper with only a name, a place, and a time limit written on it. This note is that person's reminder! "Suzhou, Sun Yubo, four months." Four months, this time limit means that Sun Yubo must die within four months. Since he killed Golden Spear Lee, he never took another three months to kill a person. Even if he killed Tiannan Swordsman, the seventh generation head of the Diancang Sect, it only took him forty-one days. This is not because his sword is faster, but because his heart is colder and his hands are more ruthless. He knew he wouldn't have to spend three months trying to kill again. Boss Gao also knows. But now, the deadline is four months, which also shows what kind of person Sun Yubo is, and how difficult and arduous it is to kill this person. The name Sun Yubo is no stranger to Meng Xinghun. In fact, there are fewer people in Jianghu who don't know the name Sun Yubo than Buddhists who don't know Tathagata Buddha. In the minds of people in the Jianghu, Sun Yubo is not only a Tathagata Buddha, but also a living Yama.When he was kind, he could tell a story for three days and three nights by the bedside of a strange sick child, but when he was angry, he could also raze the Badazhai in Qilian Mountains to the ground in three days! This prominent name suddenly became meaningless in Meng Xinghun's heart at this moment, as if it was the name of a dead person. He could even imagine the situation when the sword pierced Sun Yubo's heart.He could also imagine the situation when Sun Yubo's sword pierced his heart.Either Sun Yubo died, or he died. There is no choice in the meantime, but no matter who dies, he doesn't care too much. Dawn gradually appeared in the east, and it was already dawn. The milky white morning mist gradually rises in the mountains, forests, and springs, and gradually drifts away with the wind, drifting into the distance, and no one knows where it drifts until it disappears. Isn't life just like smoke sometimes! Meng Xinghun stood up slowly and walked down the hill slowly. The cabin is next to the maple forest at the foot of the mountain, the dim light shines on the pale window paper, and occasionally sporadic laughter can be heard.The people in the room obviously don't know that the joy has gone with the night, and the pain of reality has come with the dawn, and they are still in a drunk dream for a while. Meng Xinghun pushed open the door, stood and watched. There were only four or five people left in the room, four or five were almost completely naked, some were intoxicated, some were sleeping, and some were just staring blankly at the lonely lamp beside the wine bottle. Seeing Yu Xinghun, the intoxicated half-awake, the embracing people separated, the half-naked girl ran over with a coquettish smile, Bai Shengsheng's arms wrapped around his neck like a snake, and his warm chest pressed against his chest . They are all beautiful and young, so they haven't felt how terrible it is to betray their youth, and they can still smile so sweetly and happily! "You slipped there, and we couldn't even drink." Meng Xinghun looked at them coldly.These girls are all found by him, and for them, the money in his pocket has flowed out like water. Half a day ago, he would still be lying in their arms, talking sweet words like reading a book that even he didn't believe.Now he just wanted to say one word. "roll!" "You tell them to go?" A man was half lying on the soft couch. His naked upper body was like copper. His clothes had been thrown away somewhere, but there was still a knife beside him. A copper knife with fish scales on its body.It didn't matter to him whether he had clothes on or not, but when the knife wasn't in his hand, he felt very much as if he were completely naked. Meng Xinghun glanced at him indifferently, and said, "Who are you?" The man smiled, and said, "You're drunk, and you even forgot who I am. I'm your guest from Sanhualou, We met there drinking, you must invite me." He suddenly darkened his face and said, "I came because you have women here, how can you tell them to go away?" Meng Xinghun said: "You go too!" The man's face changed, his broad and rough hand held the handle of the knife, and said angrily, "What did you say?" Meng Xinghun said: "Get lost!" With a flash of the knife, the man jumped up and shouted sharply: "Even if you are drunk, even if you forget who I am, you shouldn't forget this purple gold fish-scale knife!" The Purple Gold Fish Scale Knife is indeed not an ordinary knife. Not only is it valuable, but it is also extremely heavy. It doesn’t matter that rich people can’t afford this kind of knife, people who don’t like to show off don’t know how to use this kind of knife, and people who don’t have extremely high martial arts can also use it. Not this kind of knife. There are only three people in Jianghu who use this kind of knife.Meng Xinghun didn't want to know who he was, but asked him, "Have you ever killed someone with this knife?" The man said: "Of course!" Meng Xinghun said, "How many people have you killed?" The man showed pride in his eyes, and said: "Twenty, maybe more, who remembers such a thing." Meng Xinghun stared at him, as if an angry flame rushed from his spinal cord to his brain in his body. He always felt that killing someone was an extremely painful thing, and he couldn't figure out how in the world someone would be complacent and proud after killing someone. He hated such a man as he hated a poisonous snake. The Zijin knife lowered slowly, with a sneer on his copper-colored face, he said, "Today I don't want to kill anyone, not to mention I drank your wine and used your woman..." He suddenly realized that Meng Xinghun had rushed towards him, and when he realized this, a cold and hard fist had already hit him in the face. He only felt the blow like an earth-shattering blow, and he didn't feel the second punch at all. He didn't even feel pain or fear. After a long time, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing on his face, like sharp needles, blowing into his bones and brain. He involuntarily stretched out his hand to touch his mouth, and it turned into a soft piece of flesh, without lips, teeth, and nose, which was completely gone. Only then did he feel fear. A kind of frightening fear suddenly entered and exited from the bottom of his heart, and he cried out in surprise. Others who heard his cry from a distance thought it was a beast whose throat had been cut by a hunter's blade. There is no one else in the wooden house, but there is still wine in the bottle.Meng Xinghun lay down slowly, and put the wine bottle flat on his chest. The wine flowed slowly from the bottle, half on his chest and half into his mouth. The spicy wine passed his tongue, flowed down his throat, and flowed into his chest, as if it had merged with the wine outside his chest, enveloping his whole body. He suddenly felt dizzy. Usually, before killing someone, he always stays sober and never drinks alcohol. But this time it was different.He suddenly felt that he shouldn't kill that person, and he didn't want to. There seemed to be an ominous shadow waiting for him beside that person. Waiting to devour him! When she drank the seventh glass of wine, her eyes lit up. People who drink alcohol in the world can be roughly divided into two types. One type of people will have hazy eyes and bloodshot eyes after drinking alcohol. Most people belong to this type. She is another. When she drank the ninth glass of wine, her eyes were as bright as stars. There are six or seven people in the room who are throwing dice, and the sound of the dice being thrown is as crisp as a silver bell. The lamp was also silver, embedded on the wall, and the soft light shone on the delicate porcelain on the table, on the rosewood table covered with marble, and on the six or seven sweaty faces. She felt very satisfied in her heart. This is her house, and everything in the house belongs to her.And this house is just a very small part of her property. These few people are either wealthy businessmen with a lot of money, or famous martial arts heroes. They would not even glance at her at first, but now they are all her friends. She knew that as long as she asked, they would do anything for her, because they also wanted her, and she was always ready to agree to their strange requests. A middle-aged man with a short mustache and a brocade robe sitting at the door is the sixth generation owner of the Qin family, the most wealthy family in eastern Shandong. One day he said with a hint of alcohol that he had eaten everything except a whole roasted camel. The next day, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw four big men carrying his camel in. His breakfast is a whole roasted camel. With her, you can even make more absurd demands than this. No matter what you want with her, you will never be disappointed. But just a dozen years ago, she had nothing, not even a complete set of clothes, and could only let some rogue and greedy eyes search for the naked part of her body. At that time, whoever gave her a suit could have everything in her. Now she has almost everything. The brighter her eyes, the stronger the alcohol. The dice kept ringing, the bet was getting bigger and bigger, and the sweat on the face was getting more and more. Looking at their faces, she suddenly found it ridiculous that these normally pious men turned into a group of dogs, a group of pigs, and a group of mixed breeds of pigs and dogs when they met gambling and women. She wants to throw up. Someone shouted over there: "This time I'm in the dealership, would the proprietress come over and make a bet?" She went over and bet on a bank note casually.The person who sits in the village is the head of the bodyguard bureau and also runs several restaurants. He always likes to show off his thick and strong body and the Chinese jade ring on his hand in front of her, to show that he is not only rich, but also has people. Of course she knew he was after her. The idea thrown by the dealer was "eleven", and he smiled showing his yellow teeth like a hungry dog. She picked up the dice casually, rolled it, and rolled a "four reds". Although the banker smiled a bit reluctantly, he was still smiling, but when he saw "fifty thousand taels" written on the bank note she bet on, his face became yellower and blacker than his teeth. She smiled and said: "This is just for fun, it's not serious. If Third Master Song is inconvenient, he can bark like a dog twice, so that everyone can have a good time. This time the bet is barking." For 50,000 taels of silver, I believe many people are willing to learn how a dog barks. But she had gently opened the door and slipped out quietly, she was afraid that she would spit it out on the spot. Dawn has come, and the vast garden looks even more mysterious in the dawn. She walked along the path, walked out of this beautiful garden, and arrived at the wooden house at the foot of the mountain. When she opened the door, she saw a half-drunk Meng Xinghun. She walked over quietly and held out her hand to him... Meng Xinghun was neither asleep nor drunk, he just didn't want to be too clear. Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes and saw her hand. No one can but admit that these are bipolar beautiful hands, but they are a little too big, showing the stubborn character of the owner of these hands. People who see these hands now will never believe that these hands once dug sweet potatoes in the frosty ground, and dug coal under the abandoned mines dozens of feet deep. She stared at him, gently picked up the wine bottle on his chest, and said, "You shouldn't drink." Although her voice was gentle, it carried a commanding manner. She could indeed command him. "Boss Gao" is not a big brother, but a big sister.His life was given to him by these hands. At that time, that cold and hard steamed bun was really more precious than all the gold in the world. It was the time when the war and hunger were at their worst, and you could always see people dying of starvation on the side of the road.It is not surprising that people starve to death, but it is really strange to survive. With no home, no parents, nothing, the fact that a six-year-old survived was not just a miracle, it was a miracle. The miracle was caused by Mr. Gao. She performed four miracles—four children followed her, the youngest was only five years old, and she herself was only a child of thirteen years old. To support these four children, and to support herself, she would do almost anything. She steals, she robs, she cheats, she even betrays herself. When she was fourteen years old, a butcher traded two catties of fat for her virginity, and she never forgot the face that was pressing on her face, dripping with saliva. Fifteen years later, she found the butcher and stabbed a three-foot-long knife out of his mouth. The rising sun gently sprinkled the window paper. She walked over and drew the curtains.She doesn't like the sun, because the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes can already be seen in the sun. Meng Xinghun suddenly said: "Are you here to urge me?" Sister Gao smiled and said, "You never need me to remind you, and you never let me down." Meng Xinghun said: "But this time..." Sister Gao asked, "How about this time?" Meng Xinghun said: "Can I not go this time?" Sister Gao suddenly turned around, stared at him, and said, "Why? Are you afraid of Sun Yubo?" Meng Xinghun didn't answer, because he didn't know how to answer, he had to ask himself first: "Am I afraid? No." If a person is not even afraid of death, what is there to be afraid of! It was just a kind of boredom, a boredom that had penetrated into the marrow and penetrated into the blood, tired of killing, tired of bleeding, tired of this life that would never see the sun. Is not such a life like that of a prostitute? There is only one road ahead of him, but a whip behind him.After a long time, he replied: "I just don't want to go." Sister Gao's beautiful smile suddenly froze and said, "No, you have to go." She walked a little closer, and said again: "You know, Shi Qun is in the northwest, and Xiao He has entered Beijing, so he won't be able to come back for a while. Besides, only you can do this, and only you can deal with Sun Yubo." Meng Xinghun said, "Where's Ye Xiang?" Sister Gao sneered and said, "Ye Xiang? He can only hug the child now." Meng Xinghun said: "He did it before." Sister Gao said: "The past is the past." Her face gradually softened, and she said softly: "I have given him three chances, and I can't let him disappoint me again." Meng Xinghun had no expression on his face, no expression at all, but the corner of his right eye kept beating, every time he felt sad and angry, it would be like this. He, Shi Qun, Xiao He, and Ye Xiang are all children raised by Sister Gao.Ye Xiangben is the leader among them, he is not only the oldest, but also the smartest and strongest! but now…… Sister Gao sighed, suddenly sat down beside him, lay down, and said, "Don't argue with me, I'm already very tired..." She stretched out her hand slowly, held his hand, and continued slowly: "I know you are also very tired, but life is like this, if we want to live, we can't stop." survive?Who cares about staying alive! But there are always some things in life that you can't help but care about. Meng Xinghun closed his eyes and said, "If you absolutely want me to go, I will go." Sister Gao clenched her hand even tighter and said, "I know you will never disappoint me." Her hands are soft and warm.These hands have often held his hand since he was six years old.She was his friend, his eldest sister, and his mother. But now, he suddenly realized that this hand brought another completely different emotion. He opened his eyes, looked at her hand, then slowly moved up from it, finally saw her face, her eyes. Her eyes were clear and bright, but her face was dull.The sunlight has been blocked out of the window by thick curtains, and the lights have been extinguished. He suddenly felt that she was like a stranger, a strange and beautiful woman. She was also looking at him, and after a long time, she sighed softly and said, "You are no longer a child." He wasn't, he wasn't a kid when he was thirteen. Sister Gao said: "I know you have met many women!" Meng Xinghun said, "A lot." Sister Gao asked, "Have you ever liked them?" Meng Xinghun said: "No." Sister Gao said: "If you don't like them, they will not be able to satisfy you. If a person can never be satisfied, he will feel bored." She smiled, so gentle and charming, and said: "Maybe, you don't understand women at all, and you don't know how much a woman can inspire a man." Meng Xinghun didn't speak, his throat moved up and down . He looks at her. She stood up, standing up slowly, her posture was so soft and graceful. She put her hand on the button of her coat and unbuttoned it... Suddenly, she was completely naked, her waist was still thin, her breasts were still straight, her legs were still long and strong, and her skin still shone like satin. She never looked like a woman whose youth had passed away. Standing in the dim morning light, she still looks like a goddess of spring. She is looking at him. Suddenly, he felt an indescribable impulse, his throat seemed to be blocked. In this instant, he had forgotten the past, the future, and even the present. She slowly leaned towards him, her voice was gentle and far away, and said softly: "If you understand women, you won't be bored anymore, I want to teach you to understand..." Her breath is as gentle as a spring breeze, with a kind of intoxicating sweetness. She may be drunk, but the wine has turned into sweetness. Although her youth is gone, she is still an irresistible woman. Meng Xinghun galloped in the chilly autumn morning wind, like a beast hit by an arrow. As he ran, tears fell suddenly. He thought, he wanted it, but he couldn't accept it, no one knew how much he wanted it, but he couldn't accept it. His first impulse was when he was thirteen years old, when they were still wandering, sleeping in someone else's barn one day, it was summer, and it was stuffy and hot in the barn, he woke up in the middle of the night, accidentally found She was rinsing with cold water in the corner. The moonlight shone down from the small window on the roof of the barn, shining on her naked and glowing body, she rubbed her hands on her chest lightly, and there were sleepy moans from her throat. Then her body suddenly convulsed, and her whole body seemed to have collapsed. At this moment, he felt as if a fire had ignited in his lower abdomen. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and his clothes were already soaked in sweat. Since then, every time he felt impulsive, he couldn't help but think of her, of her hand rubbing gently on his chest, of her convulsive and trembling legs. Every time he felt guilty afterwards, he tried his best to forbid himself to think about it. He even secretly hid a needle on his body, and every time he thought about it, he would prick his leg with the needle. The older he gets, the more needle holes he gets in his legs, until he actually has a woman. But as long as he closes his eyes, he still can't help but think of other women as her. He never imagined that one day he would actually get her. He really wanted to, he really wanted to, but he couldn't accept it anyway. When he rushed out of the cabin, the expression on her face was like being slapped hard. For a woman, there is no greater insult in the world. He also knew how she felt, but he had to refuse. She will always be his sister, his mother, and his friend.He can't destroy her position in his heart, because no one else can replace this position forever. The leaves in the forest have begun to fall. He ran into the woods, stopped, hugged a tree in front of him tightly, and rubbed his face with the rough bark, only to feel that his face was wet, but he didn't know if it was blood or tears? The sun has risen, and the garden outside the forest is picturesque.Within three thousand miles, there is no second such beautiful garden, and at the same time, no more charming place than this one. All kinds of people come here from all kinds of places, just like flies seeing the blood on the flesh, even if they spend the last penny here, they will not feel wronged. Because this is "Happy Forest". Here, you can not only buy the most mellow wine, the best women, but also the dreams that you think you will never be able to realize. As long as you are generous enough, you can even buy someone's life here! There is absolutely nothing that money cannot buy here, and there is absolutely nothing that can be obtained without money. When you come here, you have to be prepared to spend money. No one can make an exception, not even Meng Xinghun. Because the owner here is Boss Gao Jiping.Nearly 20 years of hard and poor homeless life taught her one thing: "Birth is not as good as money at hand."There is absolutely nothing more important than money in the world. No one can say she is wrong.Because the lessons she learned from poverty are more painful and true than a knife cutting her own flesh. In the room next to the small bridge, several people came out, holding the waist of the girl beside them, yawning and discussing the situation of the battle just now. An all-night gamble is sometimes even more exciting and tiring than a hand-to-hand life-and-death struggle. Meng Xinghun recognized the surname of Qin as the first person to come out, he was the owner of the largest family in eastern Ludong, and he was old enough to be the grandfather of the girl next to him. But his body is still well maintained, and he is still full of energy, so every autumn, he will come here to live for a while. Meng Xinghun suddenly thought: "There are not many people who want to buy Sun Yubo's life, is it him?" Of course, the price of buying someone's life is very high. There are not many people who are qualified to buy Sun Yubo's life. When Meng Xinghun killed people before, he never wanted to know who the buyer was, but this time, he suddenly became curious. The surname Qin obviously gained a lot that night, and he laughed loudly, but his laughter stopped suddenly, because there was a person walking across the small bridge. This man was tall and burly, wearing a light blue robe, his gray hair was tied up in a bun, and his hands were clanging like they were holding two iron gallbladders. Meng Xinghun couldn't see his face, only Qin Huhua's. Qin Huhua's status in the martial arts is not low, and he can compete with the head of any sect in the contemporary era, but when he saw this person, his expression immediately became very respectful, and he dodged to bow by the bridge. The man just nodded, made some casual greetings, and walked over proudly. Meng Xinghun really wanted to go over to see who this person was, but he couldn't. Here, he is just a ghost who will never see the light of day. He has neither a name nor a surname. He can neither recognize anyone nor let others recognize him. Because Boss Gao thinks that it is impossible to let the world know that there is such a person as him. He lived to kill in this life, and he will die to kill. If he wants to live longer, he must never have emotions, must never have friends, and must never have a life of his own. His life doesn't belong to him at all.