Chapter 2549 The end of the road

The night is dark.

At this time, Hong Beimo was like a stray dog. At this time, he could no longer find a trace of calmness and calmness in Shencheng's secret. He had blood all over his body, and there were his own and others'...

Originally, he would not have been injured so seriously, but in order to protect Wang Hong, he was injured at the beginning, especially the injury on his thigh almost ruined one of his legs, which reduced his combat effectiveness to only half...

The most important point is that those who want to kill themselves are all real masters, not only masters, but also all acquaintances.

But now Hong Beimo can't figure out why the other party has to attack him.

Why?

"call"

Taking a few deep breaths, Hong Beimo Qiang endured the pain, his body penetrated deep into the darkness again like a sharp sword. At this moment, he didn't even dare to go back to his home. Not to mention his home, he didn't dare to go to the place where he usually went. No one knew better about the terror of that opponent. If he wanted to kill himself, all his trump cards would not be trump cards, and would even become his own death talisman. He just wanted to find a quiet place to rest. Although he had killed three waves of killers in succession, he believed that the other party would never give up. The subsequent pursuit would soon appear again... Although he couldn't hear it, he knew that he must have been tracked down by some tracking drugs, and it might have hit his bullet or crossbow arrow before...

"Senior Brother, don't hide it anymore, I know you're here."

A calm voice came from a distance, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped more than ten meters away from the room where Hong Beimo was hiding. Not only did he move forward, but his eyes were staring at the room where Hong Beimo was.

It was a middle-aged man and several young men behind him. Everyone was holding a small crossbow in their hands, and the man in the lead was talking.

Hong Beimo frowned, then slowly got up, walked out of the room, and faced a group of men in black.

"Senior Brother, don't run away. You know who wants to kill you. Even if you escape to the ends of the world, it will be useless." The middle-aged man said again, looking at Hong Beimo with cold eyes.

"Lao Jiu, even you want to kill me?" Hong Beimo narrowed his eyes and stared at the middle-aged man. This was originally a very familiar person, but now he has become the god of death who chased him. But he is now seriously injured. The person who could easily defeat or even kill him in the past feels powerless. This is definitely not a good phenomenon. Hong Beimo clearly knows that this is definitely not just because the injuries on his body are too serious, but because he has been infected with drugs. Few poisons can work at his level of cultivation, but it does not mean that all drugs are useless. For example, some specially made drugs still pray for a certain effect. Although they will not kill themselves, they can suppress their cultivation and greatly reduce their cultivation.

"Senior Brother, you know in your heart that I am just obedient and do things. I have no choice." Although the man called out to Senior Brother, there was no warmth in his eyes, and it was even cold and a little scary.

"Is that true?" Hong Beimo sneered: "Why? Why did he deal with me? Where did I offend him?"

"I don't know about this. I just received the order to bring your head back tonight with my senior brother." Lao Jiu said calmly, then waved his hand: "Do not waste time when you do it!"

"brush"

With his movements, several young men behind him raised their hands at Hong Beimo at the same time, but Hong Beimo's movements were faster than them. Although one leg was almost completely ruined, his speed was still astonishingly fast. In the darkness, it was like a lightning light. In the blink of an eye, he came closer. He did not directly attack the middle-aged man who called Lao Jiu, but faced these young men...

Almost a moment...

With a series of short screams, all eight young people fell to the ground without exception. Some were caught with throat, while others were caught with blue foreheads and eyes...

Hong Beimo has no weapons in his hands, his hands are the sharpest weapons...

Faced with this sudden change, Lao Jiu was not shocked at all. He just frowned slightly and raised it to Hong Beimo's eyebrows, but did not shoot an arrow immediately...

"It's useless. You know that at such a close distance, no weapon can hurt me." Hong Beimo shook his head gently. Although he didn't move, his eyes locked Lao Jiu's whole body.

"The eldest brother is the eldest brother, and his skill level is far beyond our expectations. I'm afraid that the master will not have thought that you have already broken through this step. If he knew, he might not have attacked you or not..." Lao Jiu smiled bitterly. The next moment, he suddenly turned around and pointed the trigger without hesitation...

"Puff"

The crossbow arrow shot out, directly piercing Lao Jiu's head, and bloody crossbow arrow tips emerged from the other side...

Lao Jiu's body fell to the ground with a buzz.m

Hong Beimo frowned slightly, but did not show too much shock. He seemed to have expected this result. In fact, many years ago, he was the same when he performed his first mission. If he failed, he would be successful. This is the method that the old man would always remain unchanged in doing things. No matter who he was, he would not distinguish between relatives and alienation...

He will never leave any handle for his opponent!

Hong Beimo withdrew his gaze, suddenly screamed sadly, and asked to the empty sky: "Tang Shoutian, why did you kill me? Have I hindered you?"

Almost as soon as Hong Beimo's voice fell, a voice of emotion came from the darkness.

"Do you still don't know who is going to attack you?"

As the harshness was made, two figures slowly walked out of the darkness. A thin young man followed him with a charming girl in a red windbreaker. In the darkness, it was like a ball of fire, dazzling red...

"It's you?"

Hong Beimo stared at Jing Fei tightly, his eyes almost spitting out of fire.

"Not bad, it's me!"

Jing Fei nodded, stood a few meters away from Hong Beimo, and looked down at the Jiujiu and the eight young men who were cruelly killed by Hong Beimo on the ground: "You are really cruel."

"This is my way of killing people. Are you afraid?" Hong Beimo looked at Jing Fei coldly.

Jing Fei would not answer this question without nutrition, but looked at Hong Beimo and asked: "Do you really don't know who is going to attack you until now? To be honest, who wants to kill you?"

"Who is it?" Hong Beimo asked instinctively, then sneered: "Do you want to say it's you? Although you are very powerful and have enough energy, this is the Northeast, and you are even less capable of using Lao Jiu and the others. There is only one person in this world who can use them, but that person is not you."

"I know that the person who ordered them was Tang Shoutian. He was not only your former master, but also your adoptive father. But you are not curious. Although you didn't have a good relationship with him over the years, there was no big friction. Since he could tolerate you occupying land and being king in Liao Province for so many years, why did he suddenly issue a killing order to you? Isn't you really surprised?" Jing Fei woke up Hong Beimo's thoughts. He now realized that his so-called Hong Xinsheng was actually far less powerful than he imagined. He might be a

A true master is definitely not a power scheming person. I really overestimated him in this regard, and even blamed Mr. Hong for being a little too simple and over-thinking. Perhaps it is more suitable to describe it as a simple mind and well-developed limbs. I really don’t know how I thought about the problem at the beginning, but I actually regarded him as a hero. Now it seems that Mr. Hong is just a reckless man and a thug. Otherwise, why can’t he think of the key to this problem until now? Even if he reacts slowly, he shouldn’t be so slow.

"What do you want to say? Don't beat around the bush, just say it out." Hong Beimo looked at Jing Fei coldly, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, but it was not obvious. He was simple-minded, but not a reckless man. In fact, he thought of some possibility at the beginning, but he couldn't accept it.

"The person who wants to kill you is Wang Hong. Can you really not guess?" Jing Fei said it very directly this time, without any turning points.

"Impossible, why did Wang Hong kill me?" Hong Beimo retorted instinctively, but his heart was extremely sad...

"Why can't Wang Hong kill you?" Jing Fei looked at Hong Beimo who was obviously stimulated pitifully: "You know best what kind of person she is. She can even kill her husband, let alone you, you can't even be her husband."

"This is impossible. Wang Hong has no reason to kill me. I have been protecting her over the years. If it weren't for me, she..."

"You mean that if you didn't have your current status, she wouldn't have had her current status, and she would have been killed by someone long ago, right?" Jing Fei interrupted Hong Beimo's words: "You said it right, but there is something you didn't say right. Your achievements are great, and it is also with the help of Wang Hong's power. You can think carefully about your development path over the years. Is Wang Hong secretly guiding you, telling you what to do and how to attack your opponent?"

Hong Beimo was silent and did not speak out because he could not refute Jing Fei's words. Wang Hong did often give advice on his own affairs, but he didn't think much at that time because he always thought he was Wang Hong's man. It was normal for Wang Hong to have some opinions about his own men's affairs. But now he found that Wang Hong's guidance was just right. It was better to say that he achieved success with his own hard work.

He is just an executor who is ahead, and Wang Hong is the one who makes suggestions after leaving, and even many of the decisions were made by Wang Hong for him.

For the first time, Hong Beimo discovered that he was such a character. He always thought he was Wang Hong's guardian, but he didn't expect that he was just a tool for Wang Hong. Perhaps his greatest use for Wang Hong is his powerful skills and the ability to make her satisfied with women in the late night...

But soon Hong Beimo calmed down from his thoughts and looked at Jing Fei coldly again: "Even if that's the case, I'm willing to be used by her, but all this was caused by you tonight."

"Yes, I caused everything you have tonight, because I always thought you were a very important task, but now it seems that I was wrong. You are just an irrelevant little person. I used to value you too much. If I had known that you were such a little person, I wouldn't have had such a hard work at all." Jing Fei shook his head and looked at Hong Beimo pitifully.

"Little man?" Hong Beimo was angry and laughed. For the first time in his life, he was called a small man, but he was speechless because he couldn't accept that Wang Hong would attack him now, but the facts all pointed to this.

"I know you can't accept it, but this is the fact. I'm afraid you don't know that the woman you protect all day long, Wang Hong and your adopted father are so close. If she wants to kill you, your adopted father will take action directly. Don't you feel sad? Don't you think you are a pitiful?" Jing Fei continued, further attacking Hong Beimo's inner world.

"So what? You are determined to plot against me for what I am for? Is it just for a woman? I don't believe it." Hong Beimo sneered.

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, because my women are different from yours. They will never betray me, nor will they make small moves on my back." Jing Fei shook his head, and then slowly walked towards Hong Beimo. As he walked, his aura soared step by step, directly reaching a terrifying level...

Hong Beimo's pupils quickly widened, but it was too late...
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