Chu Yunqing walked in, turned around and closed the door.

He just turned his back to An Qinghe, as if he wasn't alert at all.

But An Qinghe held the wine glass in his hand, his eyes flickering, and finally he relaxed and did not take action.

He was already wary of killing his own son and mother.

What's more, from what happened before, he realized that the person in front of him can no longer be seen with the old eyes. He has grown up, is more cautious, and cannot leave himself another chance.

Therefore, it seems that he is full of flaws, but he is actually tempting himself to take action.

Thinking of the green light that killed the arrogant man, An Qinghe couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart.

Chu Yunqing had already closed the door, walked to him, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Can you finish all these dishes by yourself?" He glanced at the table and said casually.

"You're here, aren't you?" An Qinghe said with emotion, "Come to think of it, it's been a long time since we, uncle and nephew, had dinner together."

Chu Yunqing was silent for a moment and said, "I didn't expect that you would be afraid sometimes."

A trace of anger flashed on An Qinghe's face, but his smile turned into a smile in an instant, "Who in this world is not afraid of death?"

"I'm not afraid." Chu Yunqing looked over and said.

An Qinghe narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

Chu Yunqing's face was serious and his eyes were unblinking.

An Qinghe nodded slowly, "I believe it."

Chu Yunqing suddenly laughed, laughing so much that tears came out, "You actually believe me, I'm bragging!"

An Qinghe's face darkened.

"Maybe there are people who are not afraid of death, but it's not me." Chu Yunqing wiped the corners of his eyes and said out of breath with laughter, "otherwise I wouldn't have truly believed your words and gone undercover."

An Qinghe rubbed his wine glass with his fingers and calmed down, "Do you regret it?"

"I have regretted it since the day I joined the Yuanxing Gang." Chu Yunqing stared at him and gritted his teeth, "My family comes from the fourth generation of a noble family. I could have made some achievements and lived a glorious life at the worst. But

It’s not about becoming a gangster and being looked down upon by others!”

An Qinghe said: "You are the incense master of the Yuanxing Gang and brother Qing'er of Kanglefang. Who dares to look down on you?"

Chu Yunqing clenched his fists, but still took a deep breath and calmed down.

He laughed at himself and said, "If you are in a gang, others only remember who the gang leader is, and the rest are just fake and powerful. Who will really think highly of you?"

An Qinghe leaned forward slightly, "So, you want to be the gang leader?"

Chu Yunqing sneered, "Others deserve it, why can't I?"

As long as you have desires, An Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief and had such a gentle and false smile on his face.

He said: "I can help you. By then, our uncle and nephew will be in control of the official roads and rivers and lakes of Taiyuan Prefecture. Wouldn't it be great?"

Chu Yunqing looked at him and picked up an unused wine glass from the table. An Qinghe quickly wanted to pour him some wine, but he ignored him and took the jug, poured a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

"The grudges between you and me must come to an end," he said.

After An Qinghe was silent for a while, he sighed, "Why do you have any grudges just because I killed Yan Hongran?"

Chu Yunqing said nothing.

"If you want to be a gang leader, you will have to get rid of her sooner or later." An Qinghe asked in confusion: "You want to kill me for a woman?"

You don’t know what she means to me. Chu Yunqing didn’t say this.

He put the wine glass aside and stood up slowly, "Since you have killed me before, there will be no more kindness between you and me."

On the street before, he had a chance to kill the opponent, but because of his hesitation, he was severely injured. If it weren't for Qingxuan's small axe, he would have died.

At that time, he saw clearly the other person's heart and repaid his kindness.

An Qinghe looked at him, his eyes became silent, "Is there no room for maneuver anymore?"

Chu Yunqing shook his head. At this moment, the blood and true energy in his body surged like a sea of ​​clouds, which was difficult to calm down.

An Qinghe took a deep breath and his eyes suddenly sharpened, "Then you die!"

As he spoke, he shook off the wine glass in his hand, then put his foot down, and he slid back with the chair.

The spilled wine was like an arrow, shooting forward with a scream, and the wine glass exploded in the air with so much force that the fragments broke through the air.

Chu Yunqing flipped the table directly.

The tabletop blocked everything, and all you could hear was the sound of broken pieces digging in, and the crisp sound of bowls and chopsticks falling to the floor.

At the same time, Chu Yunqing reached into his arms and already held the cold Qingxuan hatchet in his palm.

Time seemed to slow down, and he stared sharply in front of him, watching the table flip over and fall, revealing the figure behind it.

An Qinghe was also sitting on the chair, with his palms like dragon claws, and two silver gallbladders in his claws circling like beads, competing to shine brightly.

The table fell to the ground with a crash, and after seeing each other's faces clearly, the two of them took action almost at the same time.

The silver gall bladders flew out with unique techniques and force, making a shrill scream.

On the other side, Qingxuan's small ax was driven by Qi and blood, and was blessed by Zhenqi. Purple-blue lightning flashed in the green light.

The light was dazzling, and An Qinghe subconsciously squinted his eyes, and then raised his hand to block it, but as soon as the thought passed and before he could raise his arm, his whole body suddenly froze.

He felt a chill in his heart, and then he felt an unprecedented sense of exhaustion, and his eyes suddenly fell into endless darkness.

"So fast!"

It is said that people will look back on the past when they die, but in An Qinghe's final consciousness, nothing happened.

The mother and daughter silver galls landed on the ground one after another and adsorbed themselves in one place.

The palm of Chu Yunqing's right hand was as red as fire. It didn't hurt much, but there was a strange irritation, and his fingers would tremble uncontrollably.

On the opposite side, An Qinghe was lying on a chair, his heart was red, but strangely, no blood was flowing out, it was just a trace of blood, soaking through his clothes.

He still had his eyes half-closed, but his breath was gone. There was still horror on his face, but more of it was confusion.

Chu Yunqing bent over and coughed, then raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He had suffered internal injuries before, and just now he activated Qingxuan's small axe. When the energy and blood in his body collided with the true energy, he even used the "Qi Control Thunder Transformation" that he didn't understand much.

Then there was a flash of lightning, and his palms seemed to be burned.

However, the Qingxuan ax just now was not only faster, but also aroused the power in his body, which seemed to be more active.

Chu Yunqing did not look into it carefully at this moment, but took a few steps forward and picked up the pair of silver gall bladders.

It was cold in hand, and the material should be made of magnets, so it would stick to one place in the hand, but when An Qinghe used it, the two silver bladders were one behind the other, leaving a distance between them.

But now that An Qinghe is dead, Chu Yunqing has nowhere to learn this technique.

Moreover, although the mother-in-law Yin Guan was strong, she was no match for her own Qingxuan axe, which was knocked down in mid-air just now.

Chu Yunqing accepted it casually.

He looked at An Qinghe on the chair, remained silent, walked over, and closed the other person's eyes.

Then he stopped staying, closed the door, and left via the wall the way he came.
Chapter completed!