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After Yang Taisui and Yang Mu let the child leave, they didn't pay attention to him anymore.So the child suddenly disappeared without them noticing.

"Let's do it." Yang Taisui said lightly to Yang Mu and then slowly closed his eyes.

Yang Mu silently nodded, and the soft sword in his hand slowly made a "Tai Chi Sword" posture, and then an elegant and graceful sword flower floated in front of Yang Taisui.There was a red spot on his chest, and blood flowed out from that spot.

With a "bang", Yang Taisui fell straight to the ground.A generation of heroes died in this "Roof of Central China".

And at the time of the bloody slaughter on the "Roof of Central China", in a top luxury villa in Shanghai thousands of miles away, a man in his 30s was sitting on a mahogany chair with his back half leaning on the back, He was smoking a cigarette with a calm expression on his face.There were two people in the room at this time, and another man in his forties stood respectfully beside him.

Sitting on the chair is Yang Canghai, the president of the Yang Group, and standing next to him is his bodyguard Guo Gai.Guo Gai’s previous name was actually not Guo Gai, because he liked to cut pot heads since he was a child, and his surname was Guo, so everyone called him Guo Gai, and he forgot his real name when he called him. Changed his name to Guo Gai.

"Guo Gai, do you think it's right for me to do this?" Yang Canghai asked lightly, exhaling a smoke ring.

Yang Canghai's question was very inexplicable, but as one of the few confidantes of Yang Canghai, Guo Gai naturally knew what Yang Canghai was asking.He thought for a while, and replied: "Even if you change to the master, you may not be able to do better than you."

"Really?" Yang Canghai asked calmly.Without waiting for Guo Gai to answer, he continued, "Killing the father and butchering the son, who can do it?" He seemed to be asking someone, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

Guo Gai did not answer.After being silent for a while, he looked at Yang Canghai and asked, "Will the people we sent succeed?"

Yang Canghai shook lightly and said, "The first batch of five will surely lose."

"You will lose if you threaten them with something like that?" Guo Gai asked suspiciously.

"That kind of thing will make them lose faster." Yang Canghai said with a treacherous smile.

"Then why doesn't the young master let me go? Besides me, who else can beat Yang Mu?"

"You go? Even if you can defeat Yang Mu, can you defeat the old man?"

"Then who can beat the master?"

"He can beat himself."

Guo Gai was stunned for a while before he seemed to have some understanding and asked: "Young master, what do you mean, the master will let the poplar wood kill himself for the sake of the wife and children of that piece of wood?"

"Yes! But not all of it!" Yang Canghai said lightly with a hint of unfathomable meaning in his eyes.

"But even if the master asks Yang Mu to kill himself, it is absolutely impossible for him to kill the young master!" Guo Gai said.

"of course."

"The young master's plan is not only half successful."

Yang Canghai extinguished the cigarette butt with all his might, and said coldly, "So tomorrow I have to go to the legendary 'Roof of Central China'."

Guo Gai glanced at Yang Canghai and opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

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Closing the tears is a long way, and the pen will resign from now on.

At this time, Yang Fan, who was leaving his grandfather and fell into a hunter's trap just a few steps away, was full of grief in his heart, which was even worse than that of Cao Zhi back then.Not long ago, he was happily thinking that his grandfather was going to help him find a diligent and kind-hearted little girl to be his wife in this mountain, but in the blink of an eye, he was separated from his grandfather. This turning point seems a bit big.

Just as he was leaning against the trap hole exhausted and weeping secretly, a footstep suddenly came from far to near.Who is the one?Could it be that Yang Mu broke his promise and came after me to kill me?He was thinking secretly, his heart was so nervous that it almost jumped out of his mouth, and he was cursing Yang Mu, the one who killed a thousand swords.

The man walked to the edge of the cave and stood there with his back to the cave. He didn't approach but never left.It seems to be observing something; it seems to be waiting for something; it is more like thinking about something.

At this moment, Yang Fan only felt a kind of fearful silence overwhelming, as if only he and that figure were the only ones in the whole forest, he could hear his own heartbeat vibrating like a drum beating.

He slowly retreated to a darker corner, and when he was leaning against the cave wall, he happened to bump into a small stone. He carefully picked out the small stone, and was about to throw it up to test the movement.But when he threw the stone, the figure returned to the way it walked slowly, and then gradually drifted away.

Yang Fan held his breath until the sound of footsteps disappeared within his hearing range, and he heaved a long sigh of relief.But before he finished his breath, another footstep came towards this side again.Not long after, a figure appeared at the entrance of the cave.

"Who?" He puffed up and raised his head, only to find that the man was not Yang Mu, but a mountain man with shabby clothes and dark skin.But this mountain man has an unusual light in his eyes, it seems that he is not as simple as an ordinary mountain man.

"Are you here to kill me?" Yang Fan asked nervously.

The mountain man did not speak, but threw down a rope.

Why are you throwing the rope down?Yang Fan didn't want to ask, he wasn't that thoughtful, and he wasn't that stupid to ask if the rope that the man threw to him was for him to hang himself, so he quickly grabbed the rope and climbed up.Fortunately, that person really saved him, and he hasn't been so sad yet.

"Who are you? Why did you save me?" Yang Fan asked suspiciously as soon as he climbed up.

The man still ignored him with a coffin face, looked down at his foot that was dislocated due to the fall, and then grabbed his foot involuntarily.Before he had time to struggle, he only heard a "snap" and the man helped his foot reset very neatly.

This method is too sharp!Yang Fan has seen Yang Mu help people set bones and reset them before, and the technique is also so simple and elegant.He couldn't help being very surprised. Could it be that this unattractive mountain man is also a master?Soon the man confirmed his guess.

Although Yang Fan's dislocated foot has been well reset, he still can't walk immediately, otherwise it will easily cause another dislocation.But now the sky was getting dark, and everyone in the mountains knew that the darker the sky, the more dangerous it was, so the man picked him up and hurried down the mountain without saying a word.

"This is inappropriate!" Yang Fan, who was lying in the man's arms, suddenly realized: "I am a man after all, and if I let a strange man hug me like this, my fame in my life may be completely ruined here?"

"Uncle, let me go by myself." Yang Fan suggested.

The man ignored him, hugged him who weighed seventy or eighty kilograms, and still walked like flying.

"Hero! Can you let me down and let me go?" Yang Fan then begged.

The man still ignored him.

"Master! Please let me go, let me go!" Yang Fan begged helplessly.

The man still ignored him.

"Are you dumb?" Yang Fan shouted angrily, but the man still didn't respond.In desperation, Yang Fan didn't care about etiquette and impoliteness, desperately trying to break free from the awkward embrace.But the harder he struggled, the tighter the man hugged him.After struggling for about ten minutes, his position lying in the man's arms still didn't move at all, and he gave up exhaustedly.