Chapter 1465

After cleaning the window, the maid went out. There were only two people left in the room, the antique and Li Si.

"The water in this teapot is cold. Go and make a new one."

Li Si sneers: "how? Do you really think of yourself as a green onion? I'm what you can tell me, too? "

"Don't forget, in the Tiger Garden, I'm the one who gives orders. You are sick, or you are obedient. Then you can still remember your credit. Otherwise --"

Li Si raised his eyebrows: "if you don't, what will you do?"

"If you try, you will know. I advise you, it's better not to try. Once you try, there will be no chance to regret."

"Some things, if you don't try, never know right or wrong, never know what the consequences will be," said Li

"And I was born to take risks." He had pulled out the dagger before he could speak.

The old wind sneers: "for a thousand liang of gold, it seems that you are not going to die."

"It's as if you didn't come for the thousand Liang gold," said Li sihum

During the conversation, they have already handed in their hands. For the sake of concealment, the blades they wear are short daggers, which are suitable for close combat. The room is small, but they can only fight close.

Zheng Zhongwen's eyes quietly opened a slit, saying that these two people can't wait, but it's OK, so that he can't lie in bed and pretend to be ill all the time. It's much more difficult than fighting with others, and it's very uncomfortable.

And let them continue to fight. It's best to fight to the death and save him some strength.

The ancient style is sharp and deadly. Li Si is insidious and cunning. The blade is not the same as the others. No wonder they want to take the life of Tianhu and get the reward.

No matter how equal they are, there will always be a time when they win or lose, when they are young and strong.

Although Li Si is also young, he is not as strong as the ancient style. After one hundred rounds, he began to be out of strength, and the ancient style became more and more brave.

Li Siming knows that he is invincible, but he is still gritting his teeth and insisting. He has never been a man who would easily admit defeat. In his opinion, to win the ancient style, it is obviously impossible to win in hard Kung Fu. So if you want to win him, you have to go the wrong way.

Li Si tried his best to hold the dagger in front of the ancient style and waved a move. The ancient style didn't notice it, and he tried his best to take it. However, Li Si withdrew half of the way, turned his body to one side and threw a concealed weapon.

The concealed weapon is extremely poisonous, shining in the sun with a faint blue light, just like a cluster of ghostly fires in the dark mountains, cold and cold.

"Poo Yi", the dark blue hexagonal weapon pierced the ancient chest, and he looked at his chest in shock. The blood spilled was poisoned and discolored, soaked in his sky blue long shirt.

The ancient style slowly fell down, pointing to Li Si's face, with his mouth open, but unable to speak.

"Spare no effort. It's red crane top. You're dead." The corner of Li Si's mouth was smiling triumphantly.

Gu Feng stared at Li Si with a round eyes. There was black blood flowing out of his seven orifices, and his lips turned blue and black. He was scared of death.

Li Si doesn't look at him anymore. He gets up slowly and walks to the bed. The half dead man is worth thousands of liang of gold. With these thousands of liang of gold, he can go to any place he wants to go and live the life he wants.