The world is a strange two brothers. Among the blind, they are very good at making a living because they rely on their skills and don’t have to eat the begging rice. However, among the piano players, they are the worst at doing it because no one is willing to invite them to perform, and of course their piano music is not something that ordinary people can listen to.

Their skills are far beyond ordinary people, and this skills do not refer to the piano they play, but their killing techniques. A melodious song makes people kill invisibly, which is very free and easy.

Killing people is their means of begging for food. Because if they don’t kill people, they will have no food to eat. If they don’t have no food to eat, they will go from singing to singing.

They killed people to survive, but for their own joy, they killed more people.

The former, regardless of men, women, young and old, would kill them if they were given money, while the latter refers only to the people of the Chinese who brought pain to the land that raised them. Of course, because of the secrets they did, no one knew that they would do so.

Use the money that makes the employer happy for his or her job to exchange for his or her life, and then do something that makes him or her happy. This is their life.

Today they received another money-making deal, killing three people, and then they came to an interesting place, Peace Hotel.

They heard about the Peace Hotel, so they thought it was an interesting place.

In interesting places, playing a song is also an interesting thing.

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After Tang Zaili went upstairs, he glanced at the two blind pianists who were still sitting on the street outside the Peace Hotel, and sighed and shook his head.

After Ji Mo saw Tang Zaili's expression, the corner of his mouth, which was blocked by the teacup, was slightly raised. I wonder what the expression would be if Old Tang knew that the two people outside were here to seek their lives.

After the mental power was spread out, I observed the surroundings. After the expected attack was still in the future, Ji Zhong retracted his mental power. When he was retracted, he noticed two figures quietly lying on the roof of the Peace Hotel.

"Two guys with a hard mouth and soft heart!" muttered in his heart, and Old Tang asked, "How long will it take to close?"

"One hour left!" Old Tang looked at his watch and gave Ji Shi an answer.

"Then prepare some food, I'll probably be very busy tonight!"

"Yes!" Tang Zaili's heart was terrified and understood what Ji Mi meant.

Before the chef of the hotel left, Tang Zaili had already told the other party to prepare it for the evening. He only needed to heat it up. Ten minutes later, he brought the hot food to Ji Ji, but when he passed by the three guests at the table on the first floor, he muttered in his heart, and then said to Ji Ji, "Boss, there are three guests on the first floor. It's very strange that he has been sitting in the store for a day today!"

"Well, don't worry about them!" Ji Mo said, and filled the two wine glasses in front of him, and said, "Old Tang, have a drink?"

"Boss, please be polite!" Tang Zaili hurriedly picked up the cup in front of him and greeted Ji Mo.

A pot of wine, we were coming and going, and it was soon over, and the Peace Hotel was soon open.

After three rounds of drinking, although Tang Zaili was a little drunk, he still conscientiously closed the hotel. Of course, the only three guests in the hotel were also taken out of the hotel with his luggage when he politely told the hotel to close.

"Bang!"

Tang Zaili closed the door from inside and came to the second floor again, but saw Ji Mo looking out the window. While curious, he also looked down and saw that the three strange guests today were facing a great enemy, looking vigilantly at the two blind pianists sitting eastward facing them.

"Boss? Is this?"

"You will know when you look!" Ji Mo stood up and stood by the window.

Seeing this, Tang Zaili didn't say anything, and looked carefully with a strange intention.

"Three, let's wait!" Di Que stood in front of Tian Can and greeted the three of them like an old friend.

"Are you guys from the Axe Gang?" Agui asked tightly with the cloth bag beside him.

Di Que smiled and said, "This is wrong. They pay money, we contribute to equal transactions, how can we say the sect?"

"Stop talking nonsense, it's a bird!" Kuli Qiang said lightly, kicked the ground with his feet and rushed directly.

"Oh? Is this the beginning?" Di Que's hands bent slightly in his long sleeves, and he was like a dragon's claw. When Kuliqiang's legs kicked at him, he grabbed one side of his body and one claw, and blood immediately splattered!

"Dragon claws and fingers!" Looking at the other party's posture, Kuliqiang, who had five blood marks on his legs, screamed in shock, showing a solemn look on his face.

"Ha!" The fingers of the right hand trembled slightly, gently swinging out the blood on the fingers, and Dique's claws made a series of joint explosions, attacking Kuli.

Seeing this, Kuliqiang bounced up slightly and hit the opponent's head with one leg, but the next moment, his face changed because one of the opponent's sharp claws had already been waiting for his attack route.

With a low shout, Kuliqiang instantly bent his knees and closed his legs. In an instant, his legs seemed to be shorter, and then his body turned and the other leg blasted out at the other party's chest.

"Uh!" With a painful groan, Kuli's strong leg power burst out violently. He broke away from the opponent's sharp claws, bounced back, and looked at the five newly appeared scars, his face as dark as ink.

He threw away the cloth strips hanging between his fingers, and his claws were missing from the ground, and they streaked across his chest, saying, "You can't practice yet! Fight with me, seeking death!"

Hurry!

At this moment, several crisp metallic impacts sounded. Di Que's ears moved slightly, his body bounced back and left his original position.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, a figure with more than ten silver iron rings on both arms punched the ground, and a deep fist pit suddenly appeared, and the stone slabs on the ground instantly cracked into several pieces.

"Ah!" Tailor Hong roared, held the broken stone slabs with both hands, and threw the thick stone slabs directly towards the ground that had not yet fallen.

"Ding!" A heavy piano sounded, and an invisible attack directly faced the thick stone slab. The stone slabs suddenly split into pieces and fell to the ground safely.

"Hong Family Iron Line Fist!" Di Que patted the place where the gravel was splashed on his body. He listened to the sound of the iron ring and said solemnly.

Compared with the twelve-way Tan Le, the Hong Family Iron Line Fist is much more difficult for him. After a short contact, the people who use the Red Subway Fist have much deeper skills than the people who use the twelve-way Tan Le.

But he is not alone either!
Chapter completed!