You're wounded, and there's a guy who gives you a pill.
But you don't know if he's friend or foe.
Let you take it in three divided doses.
Red take in the morning.
Black noon.
Take it in the evening with a green one.
So ask you, you have a question.
Do you choose to reverse the order, or choose not to take the pill.
It's an interesting question.
Hopefully someone can figure it out.
Liu Yang looked at the empty courtyard, and his thoughts turned a thousand times.
He looked at the tall building, which was three stories high and almost ten meters high.
High walls are obstacles, and everywhere is a prisoner.
Blocking the sunset outside, people inside can't get out, and people outside can't get in.
Of course, it's a good place.
"Boy, are you watching?"
The old man's voice was in front of him, and it came from the second floor.
He stood by the window, and because of his short body, he could only see his head, which looked particularly funny.
But his cat's eyes make people dare not laugh at him.
It may be the first time that Liu Yang is standing in the sun and watching him.
Liu Yang saw that not only his hands were hairy, but even his face was full of hair.
I leave only the general outline of the cheeks. can still see clearly, he is still a person.
"Boy, have you seen it?"
The eyes changed again, appearing orange and yellow, and the pupils inside were still black.
It's as if he's changed.
"There are two people I hate the most in my life, one is the person who stares at my eyes, and the other is the person who stares at my hair."
He stared at Liu Yang.
"And now, you're all guilty.
It stands to reason that I should have killed you in the first place. ” He was like a warning, and it was like a threat.
"But, you've done me a great favor."
"What do you think I'm going to do?"
The willow poplar that the cat looks at with a smile is like a cat playing with a mouse.
What are you going to do with me What do you think I'm going to do I don't say.
I'll let you choose.
And you And how will you choose?
Liu Yang's eyes stared at those green eyes.
I know he's not at ease.
"Why don't we all exchange a message."
"After that, they will have their own destiny."
Liu Yang looked at the old man and took out the hole cards in his heart to exchange.
"Oh," the old man's eyes changed again, with a hint of curiosity, "what do you think you can do that is worth exchanging information for me?"
” "It's better for each of us to write our own information on a slip of paper."
"Then, do you think it's worth it?"
"I'll start first."
"If you're willing to exchange, you can also write your message on it."
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"Why, it shouldn't be a loss for you."
The old man seemed to be a little interested.
He walked up to the windowsill and made it on it.
One leg hangs underneath, and the other leg is on the windowsill.
In his left hand, he still holds a large cigarette stick, swallowing clouds and spitting smoke.
Then a piece of paper flew down from above.
The speed was so fast that it was close to Liu Yang's throat.
As long as he can't dodge, he may die on the spot.
A blood seals the throat.
Seeing this, Liu Yang hurriedly flashed, turned sideways, and received the paper that flew down in his left hand.
When I opened it, I saw that there was a pen inside.
Liu Yang's eyes once again looked at the short but strange old man.
He probably can't really fight him.
Under Liu Yang's smiling eyes, a cold chill was hidden.
Liu Yang picked up a pen and wrote his message on the paper.
A message about the elderly.
And also about his own information.
It's also about the elderly and their own lives.
It is also the only one he can catch the old man's death hole.
After writing, Liu Yang folded the paper again.
He stuck the pen in the middle, and in a flying Hidden Blade gesture, he flew towards the old man.
But the old man didn't lift his eyes.
Still picked up his big cigarette stick and took two puffs, and then I don't know if it was intentional or not.
At the air in front of him, he spit it out.
In an instant, a cloud cave swooped down on the flying Hidden Blade layer by layer.
When the flying Sleeve Arrow came into contact with the clouds, it was slowly dissipated by the layers of cloud holes.
When he finally flew in front of the old man, he almost fell to the ground.
The old man stretched out his free right hand and squeezed it casually into the air.
The paper had already been pinched by the old man on his middle finger.
The whole set of actions is smooth, and even some places make Liu Yang feel incredible.
But there was one thing he was sure of.
This old man is not simple.
It can even be said that this old man may not look like a drug seller on the surface.
Because of the action he just had.
If there was no one to accompany him to practice on the spot, it would have been impossible to practice so proficiently.
Or that he killed people more than once.
Maybe in this courtyard, in the closed door, there are rotting and foul-smelling corpses.
It may be the person he has killed again and again.
The old man opened the note that Liu Yang had written to him.
Originally, it was just a casual glance, but when he saw what was behind, his eyes began to become solemn.
It can even be said to be dignified, as if he looked at this note, it was not a random child's graffiti, but a military machine.
His face gradually became heavy.
But Liu Yang knew that this was not an expression of worry or worry because of something.
It's because of excitement, excitement to the extreme, and the solemnity of the performance.
Liu Yang looked at him, the corners of his mouth turned up, knowing that he was already tempted.
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Sure enough, after the old man read the note, he instantly crumpled the note in the palm of his hand, even the pen.
"Are you sure that thing is here," the old man looked at him, longing for the first time in his green eyes.
Even compare the two pieces of yellow paper.
"Of course, I don't have anything to fool you."
Liu Yang curled the corners of his mouth and said to the old man with a smile.
But the cold light under that smile is not something that anyone can see.
People have two faces.
One in the sun and one in the dark.
The face in the sun deceives the world, and the face in the darkness sneers at us.
"Now that I've written my own message."
"Then do you want to write your message too?"
Liu Yang raised his head to look at the people above.
The old man took a hard puff of his large cigarette stick.
Exhaled and did not speak.
But those green eyes kept staring at Liu Yang.
The orange-yellow pupils kept turning around in the green sockets.
It seemed like he was thinking about something, maybe he was thinking about whether or not to tell him something.
Or just kill him.
Such thoughts swirled around his mind a few times.
"Hehe, I'm not a stingy person either."
"Since you've said it all, then I won't hide it."
"Your classmates."
He only uttered four words.
But poplar has a hunch that it may not be simple.
"Xiao Xuan."
Two words, breaking through his bottom line.
Liu Yang looked at him stunned. what Hey, hey, hey.
A cold laugh echoed in the air.
"You're going to die."
Cold voice.
"He's not going to come to save you."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of him" faint indifference.
Raising his hand, the sword light shone coldly. reflected in her face.
Chen Xi looked at Xiao Jue without any emotion in his eyes.
"Goodbye."
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