The sky was getting darker and the wind was getting colder and colder. Even the snow that had stopped falling started to flutter again.
Fang Yan had never hated winter in Yanjing so much.
The car was stuck in the pit. Fang Yan could only run on his feet.
The soles of his shoes were already worn out. Only the uppers tied to his ankles were a burden. He had already torn off the two rags.
Fang Yan stepped on the ice with his bare feet. His bare feet collided with the surface of the ice, making a "pa pa pa" sound.
His head was forward and his upper body was slightly bent, maintaining a high-speed charging posture.
His face was stiff from the cold wind. His eyes were squinted from the snow.
He was burning with anxiety, but his face was cold and calm.
This was the most dangerous moment. This was the most important moment.
The more dangerous and important it was, the more he couldn't make a single mistake.
He ran too fast, like a ghost in the wilderness.
Screech —
Fang Yan's body came to an abrupt stop. Because he was running too fast, his feet spun a circle on the spot to keep his body straight.
In front of him stood a man in black with a black mask.
"I'm Assassin," the man in black said.
Fang Yan didn't say anything and rushed toward the man in black.
No one could stop him, be it the Fist King or Assassin, Yama or God.
He had to save his father!
He had to save his father!
Unless his father died!
Unless he died! —
The flame was passed on. The old died and the new was established.
In other words, only when the old Snake King died would a new Snake King be born.
The current Snake King naturally understood this. It was because his master had disappeared for many years that the outside world thought he was dead. That was why he was called Snake King.
Of course, it was just a "coronation" among the people. He didn't get the blessing of the previous Snake King.
Now, the black-robed man was dipped in God's blood, drew a snake talisman, and personally passed the position of Snake King to his disciple. This ceremony was simple and important.
"Master —" The current Snake King, the only Snake King, grabbed his master's hand and shouted in a sorrowful voice. "You'll be fine. Nothing will happen to you. When you were not here, I also learned some medical skills and some voodoo. I can help you heal. You won't die. I can't let you die. "
He took out a bunch of medicine bottles from his pocket, uncorked them, and poured all the red and white powders onto the wound on his master's abdomen.
His black clothes had long since been dyed a brownish red. Blood was flowing out of the wound.
The Snake Lord waved his hand and said: "I won't die, I just want to put an end to it — some things should have been settled many years ago. But at that time, I was still afraid, so I couldn't go that far. "
"Master, you don't need to do anything — whatever you want to do, I will do it for you. You just need to live a safe and peaceful life, "the current Snake Lord said anxiously, like a drowning man grabbing onto the last piece of wood that could save his life.
For the black-robed man, the current Snake Lord and his sister were his only family in this world.
He had no love, no marriage, and didn't know what Daoism was. He had never experienced being waited for — the only people who had waited for him were the two little ones he picked up from the outside.
So, when those people used their lives to threaten him, he dug out his own Snake Eye and gave it to them, using his life's worth to trade with them.
He didn't have a family, but he longed for one.
He didn't understand emotions, but he gave them his most sincere feelings.
For the current Snake Lord, wasn't it the same?
His sister was kidnapped, and he originally thought that she was her only family in this world. So, he risked his life to kill Fang Yan. After the mission failed, he put down his dignity and personal reputation to negotiate with Fang Yan, begging Fang Yan to give him a chance — he didn't even hesitate to follow his master's old path and become someone else's Snake Slave.
Snake Slave, that was such a heavy and humiliating title.
He didn't expect that he would eventually encounter such a dilemma — on one side was his master who gave him the Snake Eye, and on the other side was his master who saved him and taught him how to live.
This mission was crueler than ever before.
His sister's fate was unknown, and his master was about to leave him — these were the two remaining family members of the current Snake Lord in this world.
How could the Snake Lord watch his Master die without doing anything?
The black-robed man climbed up from the ground with difficulty and said with a smile, "You have your own mission. Your mission is to live — to live and save your sister. If one day you two get married and have a child — give him to a good family to raise, don't let him follow you to raise snakes. The Snake Lord's bloodline is too cruel. "
"Master —"
The black-robed man patted the Snake Lord's shoulder and prepared to leave.
Thump —
The Snake Lord knelt down.
His head hit the ground heavily, and he kowtowed three times to the black-robed man.
The black-robed man waved his hand and didn't turn around.
"Are you leaving?" Bai Xiu stood in front of the black-robed man with his sword and coldly said, "I don't agree."
He said he would kill the black-robed man, so he would kill the black-robed man.
He must do what he said, even if he only said it to himself in his heart.
Perhaps the black-robed man had his own tragic fate, or perhaps he had his own difficulties.
But who cared?
He ran into Swallow Fort's territory to commit murder and arson, this was a huge crime. He had to make him stay for Swallow Fort.
Anyone from Swallow Fort who saw him must think of a way to make him stay.
The black-robed man had his own family to protect, while Bai Xiu had his own standpoint to uphold.
One in black and one in white, one in the dark and one in the light, they were natural enemies.
The black-robed man stopped, looked at the undisguised killing intent in Bai Xiu's eyes, and said softly, "I'm already a dying man, if you let me go, perhaps it'll be good for everyone — — I'll fulfill a wish, and you'll get rid of a problem. For you, a crisis will be averted. For Fang Yan, one less opponent — — "
"First of all, your wish is not my wish. Second of all, the crisis you speak of is not a crisis for me. As for whether Fang Yan has one less opponent, that has nothing to do with me — — I think he'll be more than happy to kill his enemies himself. "Bai Xiu was not moved by the black-robed man. "You can't leave."
He was a gentle person on the outside, but stubborn on the inside. Once he made up his mind, he would not change it.
Except for the one standing in front of him was his Mister.
His Mister.
The black-robed man showed a regretful expression, saying, "Why do you think you can definitely make me stay? Just because you stabbed me with your sword? Do you understand the meaning of the Snake Lord? Have you experienced the true power of the Snake Lord? The youngsters of Swallow Fort — — are a bit overconfident, sometimes it's really annoying. "
"Why not try?" Bai Xiu proudly said.
Bai Xiu's stab was extremely ruthless, piercing through the black-robed man's abdomen.
Even after the Snake Lord poured all of his medicinal powder on the wound, it alleviated the black-robed man's injury. However, this was not enough to completely stop the bleeding.
The black-robed man ignored the wound on his abdomen and took the initiative to rush towards Bai Xiu.
Bai Xiu also stabbed forward with his sword, aiming for the black-robed man's chest.
One was like a ferocious tiger hunting its prey, the other like a butterfly plucking flowers.
One was fierce, the other light. Their bodies were about to collide in an instant.
What was surprising was that the black-robed man was unarmed, and actually used his own flesh and blood to meet Bai Xiu.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh — —
The longsword in Bai Xiu's hand trembled, producing a dozen or so sword sparks.
The tip of the sword was like a snake's head, looking for the most suitable place to attack.
The black-robed man punched out, his arm striking towards the longsword in Bai Xiu's hand.
Whoosh — —
The wind from the punch was sharp and domineering.
The flexible sword in Bai Xiu's hand changed from a stab to a slash. He only needed one slash to take away the black-robed man's arm.
However, his eyes turned cold, and he once again changed from a slash to a stab. The tip of the longsword once again let out a whooshing sound like a viper's tongue, stabbing towards the black-robed man's chest. It was as if he was purposely letting the black-robed man go.
The black-robed man's fist blasted over, the wind from the fist blew Bai Xiu's long hair that was tied up into a bun.
The longsword in Bai Xiu's hand stabbed into the black-robed man's chest, fresh blood gushing out along the blade.
With every step the black-robed man took, that longsword stabbed in a little more.
However, the black-robed man did not have the intention of stopping, still pouncing towards Bai Xiu fearlessly. A stance of wanting to fight to the death with Bai Xiu.
His body was about to be pierced by the longsword very soon. Once again, another hole was pierced through it.
However, Bai Xiu did not let him have his wish.
He kicked out, sending the black-robed man who was pouncing towards him flying.
A few drops of fresh blood dripped onto Bai Xiu's wrist. A heart-wrenching pain came. The flesh on the back of that hand actually started to turn a charred black color.
The Snake Lord actually turned his own body into a medicinal storehouse, and that red blood became a murderous poison.
If Bai Xiu let him approach just now, most likely Bai Xiu's entire body would be corroded into charcoal because of being stained with his blood.
Thud!
The black-robed man's body fell heavily to the ground.
Crack — —
Fang Yixing, who had been lying on the ground with half of his body covered in snow, suddenly flipped over, raised the longsword in his hand high up, and stabbed it into the chest of the black-robed man who had fallen right next to him.
Screech — —
The black-robed man's chest was stabbed, and his body that had just wanted to sit up weakly drooped down.
Fang Yixing laughed heartily, shouting at the top of his lungs: "I said I would slash you, I will slash you — — I did it, I did it — —"
He didn't want to kill the enemy, he just wanted to slash his opponent.
He did it, he finally did it.
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