Chapter 438 (1/2)
As the Chinese proverb says: the gun is the king of all the soldiers, the sword is the king of all the soldiers, and the stick is the head of all the soldiers.
The old drunk is cleaning his gun.
This is a long silver gun made of refined steel. Its head is bright and reflects cold light.
Old wine devil is good at using long guns, but he seldom uses them.
The gun is heavy and long, powerful and domineering. Once the gun is connected, it will become an airtight gun array. It is very suitable for the image of the old wine ghost.
However, the old drunk didn't use a gun for a long time. Including the time when he crossed Toyo and chose Toyo 37 island.
Because he used his strength to the extreme, what he has to learn now is how to save energy.
So he began to use a sword, or a fist.
He has kept this hundred birds and Phoenix spear for a long time. He never took it out and used it after the destruction of the meridians in the first battle with the dragon.
The silver gun fell on the corner of the wall and was covered with dust, so he took it out and wiped it.
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the wooden door of the courtyard was pushed open.
Fang Huwei sat on the wheelchair, looked at the old drunk cleaning his gun in the room, and said, ”why do you clean your gun?”
”Too much killing.” Said the old drunk quietly. ”When there is a strong sense of killing, you can show your power with a gun.”
Fang Huwei sighed softly and said, ”you are not in good health and can't work hard. Just rest well. Fang Yan went out, Fang Hao went out, and integrity took people out. The hero and the hero are out
”Fang Yan has gone out, Fang Hao has gone out, Zhao Chengxin has gone out, heroes have gone out, and I can go out.”
The old drunk took the dusty handkerchief into his arms, stood up with a long gun, and said aloud as he passed by Fang Huwei: ”I'm not going out as a Chinese green dragon, but as a member of the Fang family. No energy, and martial arts. No martial arts, but also a brute force. Blood splashing, meat rolling knife. There will always be some use. ”
Fang Huwei laughed and said, ”then go. I recite poems for you -- ”
the old wine ghost pushes the back door of the yard to leave, and soon the figure disappears in the vast snow.
The old wooden door creaked and was opened and closed by the wind.
Fang Huwei's voice was hoarse and pathetic, and he recited an ancient poem loudly: ”ten years of Yan Fang, drinking the Han River together. It's the same as spin. I hate the ordinary meeting. I met here for more than 3000 Li. The universe is brilliant, quiet and generous. It's just a matter of writing and inkstone. ”
”A man's ambition is to have a long gun and a big sword, and talk and laugh successfully. Yuanmen lies drunk in the autumn wind, watching the setting sun and red flags. Love Shuo cloud side snow, a cold corner, flat sand fine grass, a few flying Hong
While singing, Fang Huwei slapped the handle of the wheelchair with his hand, and his eyes went through the wooden door and the courtyard wall to see the farther distance.
The palm of his hand was red, but he couldn't get rid of his sadness.
Fang's family is in trouble. I hate to die in battle.
”Lake and sea feelings, golden orchid friendship, don't miss the jade cup. If you don't know it, you will be afraid of looking back in the Ming Dynasty, and the east of the Weibei river. ”
”You gods and immortals, the ancestors of the Fang family, to ensure the return of our little children. To protect the return of our little children -- ”
” gods, ancestors of our little children. To protect the return of our little children -- ”
” gods, ancestors of our little children. To ensure the return of our little children -- ”
one after another, over and over again.
If the crow crows alone, if the cuckoo crows blood -
the assassin is worthy of being an assassin.
He is very fast. It's amazing how fast.
The only drawback is that the idiot chose a black invisibility suit in order to pretend to be forced. Don't he know that black is the most conspicuous color on the white snow?
Fang Yan is very strange. How does the one behind find so many experts to snipe himself. I'm just a small person, is it worth it?
He has understood that this is a sniper against himself.
Their goal is not his father, Fang Yixing. Fang Yixing is just a scholar. For them, he is a ”useless man” without any influence and combat effectiveness. How can they spend so much time to lay out and kill him?
Their goal is Fangyan. They just want to bring Fangyan out in the way of hurting Fangyi. Recruit him from yanziwu, and then carry out an endless killing.
Their goal is to kill Fang Yan. It can be seen from the wave after wave of masters who have designed the traps one by one. They will not stop until they reach their goal this time.
Fang Yan is the victim. He has no choice.
If he can, he is willing to give up everything, make billions of money, and give up dignity and honor. He is willing to kneel down for the man in black and the master he will face in the future -
as long as they are willing to let him go.
As long as they give him time to save his father.
He had a very bad premonition in his mind.He was worried that his father had died or was in the middle of something - the latter, he hoped. This is the best thing he can imagine at this time.
Fang Yan's eyes are red with blood, just like those poisonous snakes who are absorbed by the snake fighting dance.
His face was red and his eyes were red.
The assassin's attack failed again.
The machete in his hand was hanging down, looking weak.
Black veiled eyes are full of shock and disbelief. How could someone avoid his volley cross?
One cut, one cut, ten cuts.
Ten knives cut out almost in a flash, blocking all the routes of attack or retreat of a person.
How did he avoid it?
He breathed gently, using special methods to quickly adjust his breathing, so that his body in the best condition.