Martial arts; I'm on duty at Six Doors

In other words, he only has a little guilt towards Jiang Long, and he doesn't care about other people at all.

Jiang Long gritted his teeth, a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, he was angry.

What happened to his brother was also a blow to him.

"Naturally, I hate it. I hate it to the bone. As a head catcher, you abuse your power and wantonly collect money!"

"However, you are my brother. We have worked together for so many years. Even if we are not real brothers, we are better than real brothers at this time. How can I see you dead and still write those two words."

"Traitor, hehe, you are just a mistake. As long as you are willing to correct it, I believe Lord Catcher will remember the old love. At worst, I will not be a gold-clothed headhunter. I will definitely find a way out for you."

Speaking of this, Jiang Long's eyes were also red, and he looked at Luo Ma and roared.

And hearing this, the corners of Luo Ma's eyes were also slightly moist. With such a brother, why did he have to have that money in the first place? Are money and strength really that important?

What money can do, now that I am in prison, I realize the value of brotherhood.

"Jiang Long!"

A touch of emotion flashed in the corner of Luo Ma's eyes, but he quickly hid it.

The more he got in touch, the more he realized how huge the power behind him was, and he couldn't live.

"Jiang Long, do you remember what wine we drank for the first time? I want to drink it now. By the way, bring me some sauced beef."

A dimness flashed in his eyes, Luo Ma suddenly looked at Jiang Long and said.

Hearing Luo Ma's words and his relaxed face, Jiang Long also nodded, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned around and went to buy wine and meat.

However, less than ten breaths after Jiang Long left the cell, Ji Yaohua, who had been watching from the sidelines, flashed a trace of cruelty in his eyes, and suddenly pointed out with a finger, hitting the wound on Luo Ma's body.

Luo Ma suffered a bit of pain, and couldn't help opening his mouth. Ji Yaohua stretched out his hand and flicked a poison into Luo Ma's mouth.

"Uh... what did you eat for me? You, you are also theirs!!

Feeling something melted in his mouth, Luo Ma quickly looked at Ji Yaohua, then felt a pain in his heart, and then looked at Ji Yaohua with disbelief as if thinking of something.

In just two breaths, Luo Ma's face showed pain and a trace of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but the way he looked at Ji Yaohua before he died made Ji Yaohua very disgusted.

That look seemed to say, your fate will not be any better than mine.

Seeing Luo Ma's dying eyes, Ji Yaohua's body also turned cold, she squinted her beautiful eyes and didn't say a word, until she looked at Luo Ma and died.

"Jiang arrested the head, Luo Ma committed suicide by taking poison."

At the same time that Luo Ma died, Ji Yaohua's cry also sounded.

"what!!"

At this time, Luo Ma, who had not yet walked out of the prison gate, suddenly changed his face when he heard Ji Yaohua's shout in the prison, and turned around and ran back.

"Loma, Loma..."

Back in the cell, seeing his brothers dying in front of him for many years, Jiang Long couldn't believe it.

With his eyes wide open, Jiang Long took two steps forward, looking at the already exasperated Luo Ma, his heart was full of grief and indignation.

"Boss Jiang, please give me your condolences. He should be hiding a poison sac in his mouth. I really didn't pay attention just now..."

Jiang Long couldn't listen to the words in his ears. He was immersed in grief and fell into self-blame at this time. If he hadn't left just now, he would definitely be able to stop Luo Ma.

Obviously, he didn't doubt Ji Yaohua at all, because there was no connection between Ji Yaohua and Luo Ma at all.

As for the other side at this time, Lin Mo has come to the nearest temple outside the capital——Yunjian Temple. (Blank) [-]

Chapter 130: Lin Mo's "Sunflower Acupuncture Hand"

Yunjian Temple is surrounded by clouds and mists. It is a poem written by Jia Dao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

The intrusion of clouds and mist in the mountains made Lin Mo feel very cool.

Thick clouds enveloped everything, even the sun couldn't shine down, it seemed a little cloudy, but there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds in the mountains, and the bells rang from time to time, Lin Mo really liked this environment, even the inside of his body The internal force is running faster.

In this way, Lin Mo searched for the sound all the way and came to the gate of Yunjian Temple.

But when he came to the gate of this temple, Lin Mo found that the gate of Yunjian Temple was closed, and there was not even a monk guarding it. The plaque with three big characters on Yunjian Temple looked a bit old.

"This is really a hiding place. It's not far from the capital, and it's easy to get to and from. It's only an hour's walk for ordinary people."

"bang, bang"

Lin Mo muttered something in a low voice, looked left and right, went up and knocked on the door.

"crunch"

Not long after, the door in front of him was opened. The person who opened the door was a middle-aged monk. He was thin and tall, but there was a hint of gloom between his brows and eyes, unlike ordinary Buddhists. charity.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, the temple does not accept outside visitors today, please forgive me."

When he opened the door and saw Lin Mo, the monk uttered the Buddha's name and spoke politely, wanting to let Lin Mo leave, but unwilling to let him in.

But Lin Mo didn't intend to say anything more to the monk when he heard the words, he just took out his token,