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The setting sun was as red as blood.

Xiao Feng held his saber and stood under the sunset with an expressionless face. Just like a stone statue.

Yang Ke shook Xiao Feng's hand, his hand was ice-cold. Yang Ke cautiously asked, "Heh, are you alright?"

Xiao Feng gently shook his head. He lowered his head to look at the two corpses below him and felt a sense of discomfort. He did not like to kill, but he had chosen this road. Xiao Feng would definitely walk down this road without turning back.

Xiao Feng left slowly and held Yang Ke's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that she would lose it. However, no one could have imagined that the person Xiao Feng was most worried about was the little girl beside him. The moment the stone grabbed onto Yang Ke, Xiao Feng's heart rose up. It was as if someone was holding onto his neck, causing him to struggle and feel uncomfortable. Xiao Feng did not know why he had such a feeling. He had only been with this girl for a day and he was already trapped in it.

Do they share the same fate? Was it the girl's naughty smile? Or was it something else … At this moment, he only had one thought — — I can't let her get hurt even a little bit, so Xiao Feng can't bring me along. Being by his side is too dangerous, I need to send her to a safe place.

Xiao Feng came to the front of the gambling house, it was a huge gambling house, there were all kinds of gamblers here, the gamblers were shouting and shouting, the gamblers were joyful after winning, they were dismayed after losing, the sides of the tables were polished and shiny, the tables were messy and messy, but so what, the gamblers were shouting and spitting, how could these things stop them, they were enjoying themselves. They call it life.

An excellent gambler could win money under any circumstances, no matter how noisy it was in the market, they could clearly hear the dice's numbers, no matter how foul the air was and how nauseating it made people vomit, they sat steadily at Mount Tai, no matter how others clamored or cursed, their expressions did not change, they sat steadily on the fishing platform.

Xiao Feng did not like coming to this place. It could even be said that he hated this place. He was born to hate this kind of place where fish and dragons mixed together. Whether it was the sounds here, the air, or the looks of the gamblers, they made him feel waves of disgust.

But he did not hesitate to enter, because he saw a person, an acquaintance — an alcoholic.

A successful gambler might not necessarily be in the biggest gambling house in the city. They could gamble with the hooligans on the street, or they could gamble with an unknown group of gamblers in a small remote gambling house, or they could also gamble with themselves and themselves. Gambling was their nature, so they could gamble at any time, any place, and under any conditions, and that was what a true gambler was.

He desperately tried to pull himself up to the table, not wanting to move a single step away. He struggled in the crowd, trying his best to untie the wine jug at his waist, but the nurse seemed to be giving him a hard time, tightly holding onto his belt without loosening her grip at all. His attention was completely focused on the gambling table, and the drunkard clamored, "Come, come, this wine jug is my family heirloom, it's worth at least ten thousand taels of silver, but now that I have no money on me, I'll take out this wine jug. If it can carry a hundred taels of silver, then it's fine." The drunk's leg was up to his waist and his foot was on the gambling table.

The gambler at the side was unwilling, "You damned drunkard, it smells like alcohol. I was wondering why you didn't earn anything today, but it turns out that you're a god of pests, and your broken wine pot is not even worth a single cent. Scram for your father."

The surrounding people kept talking, and the gambling table became even more chaotic. The drunkard shouted loudly, "What do you know? This wine jug is a treasure of the palace. Don't be blind, you won't have enough time to regret it."

"Even if you regret it, you don't need your wine jug. Scram, don't embarrass yourself." The gamblers were also shouting.

The drunkard still wanted to deny it, but someone had already lifted him up and threw him out. The moment the drunk left, a large group of people immediately swarmed into his position, and it was already impossible for him to go in again. The drunk lifted his belt and shook his head, but just as he was about to walk out the door, he raised his head and saw Xiao Feng.

"Drunk." Xiao Feng said.

"Haha, to be able to meet you here is indeed a type of fate. Come, come, come. Do you have any silver taels with you? I need to first save my life." The drunkard smiled and came over.

Yang Cola was speechless. "Haha, old gambler. Losing all your money and scratching your nose."

The drunkard glanced at Yang Ke and then looked at Xiao Feng. With a smile, he said, "Xiao Feng, where did this little girl come from? She looks quite pretty."

Yang Ke made a face at the drunkard as he grabbed the corner of Xiao Feng's shirt with both hands.

Xiao Feng did not reply to the drunkard's question. Instead, he said, "I want your help."

The alcoholic laughed, "Why should I help you? Aren't you afraid that I'll harm you?"

"I know you're not a bad person." Xiao Feng replied.

"But I'm not a good person either," the drunkard tilted his head. "Do you really trust me?"

"As long as you agree, I will be at ease." Xiao Feng replied slowly.

"It's not impossible for me to help you. There are three conditions." The drunkard laughed even harder.

"Go ahead."

"Number one: don't do something that is life-threatening, such as helping you kill someone. Number two: I don't do very tiring things. You know I'm lazy. "Third: I lost money. I have to help you with something. I need money." The drunkard looked at Xiao Feng with an evil smile.

"Your three conditions are really difficult. Except for the last one, the rest are not."

"Really?" The drunkard did not believe him.

"I want you to take care of her for me."

Once Yang Ke heard this, he desperately grabbed onto Xiao Feng and said, "I don't want to."

Xiao Feng did not answer and just looked straight at the drunkard.

"This is indeed a very troublesome matter," the drunkard scratched his head. "Why don't you take care of her yourself?"

"I have something to do, so I can't take her with me."

"What is it? Why are you in such a difficult situation?"

"Kill a man."

"Who is it?"

"The so-called Number One Under Heaven."

"Haha, are you talking about Pathless?" Jiu Zun squinted, "You have a bright future, kid. I think highly of you."

"I know he is."

"Are you scared?"

"I wasn't, but I'm a bit scared now."

"Why?"

"Because of her," Xiao Feng looked at Yang Ke and said, "I seem to have some concerns for her."