第一千二百四十八章刀神之死(2/8)

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                                       “好兄弟,保重!”
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                “丁爷,我……我要是不在了,每年的清明十五的,给我在坟头上烧一把纸。”
                                                                                                                                                                “你说什么呢?不会的。”
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                侯见毕竟年轻,挺激动的,跟丁鹏来了个拥抱,然后纵身窜到了一边,又是连环的几支箭矢,喊道:“走啊。”
                                                                                                                                                                丁鹏跺跺脚,和那些青帮弟子们大步往后急撤。
                                                                                                                                                                没走几步,丁鹏突然手捂着小腹,豆粒大的汗珠顺着额头滴淌下来,嘴角抽搐着。想要说什么,却什么也说不出来了,终于仰面栽倒在了地上。他的舌头咬断了,说话用的是腹语,这样痉挛般的抽搐,就像是有人在用手揪着他的肠子,疼痛难忍,肯定是什么也说不出来了。
                                                                                                                                                                “啊?丁爷,你……你怎么了?”
                                                                                                                                                                旁边的洪门弟子吓坏了,使劲儿地摇晃着丁鹏,可丁鹏痛苦不堪,明显是活不成了。
        

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