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                                天亮了。m.cdxs.Cc
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                阴云密布,细雨蒙蒙。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                京城之中,撑起五颜六色的伞花。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                龙铅华的灵堂已经布置起来。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                门外跪了一地的人,被寒风吹得瑟瑟发抖。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “少主,出事了。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                假装昏迷的凌少峰,在听到这带着焦急的声音后,睁开了眼睛。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “孙凌跑了?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “叶大人和周、齐两位大人,死了。”
                                
                                        
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “什么?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                凌少峰眼中绽放一抹野兽般的凶戾光芒,伸手掐着身边汇报消息的白胡子老头,露出一口森森白牙,狞声问道“怎么回事?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “属下不知……”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                白胡子老头的脸色涨红,苍老声音格外沙哑,已经开始翻白眼。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                凌少峰用力将老头扔在了地上。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                老头重心不稳,一头撞在桌子角,猩红的鲜血立刻就从额头上流淌了下来。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                但他却不敢哀嚎,连忙翻身而起,恭恭敬敬的跪伏在凌少峰脚下,急声道“属下查看过战斗现场,三位大人几乎没有经过激烈的抵挡和反抗,就已经被制伏,叶大人更是运转了燃血之法。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                凌少峰不言语,低着头,静静看着老头脸上的鲜血在下巴打转,而后滴落在地。m.cdxs.Cc
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                一滴、两滴、三滴……
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                数了十几滴的时候,他深深吸了口气。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “疼不疼?”凌少峰问道。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                老头浑身一颤,连忙回应“属下不疼。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “不,你应该疼。”凌少峰道。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                老头额头都磕在地上,颤栗道“启禀少主,属下很疼。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                凌少峰笑了笑。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                笑容里,有种变-tai的味道。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                他喜欢看到人跪在他面前瑟瑟发抖。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                这给他一种极致的掌控感。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                掌控生死,不够。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                掌控思想,才是王道!
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “我也疼。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                凌少峰冰冷的道“三个战神级,说没就没了,本少主心里的疼,不比你差分毫。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                老头颤声道“少主节哀!”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “尸体呢?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “已经带到基地去了。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “剁了吧,剁碎一些,请大人物们吃饺子。M.CDxS.Cc”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                霎时间,老头遍体生寒。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “徐南在哪里?”凌少峰又问。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                老头道“昨夜两点左右,在京城西郊处,有神秘人闯关,守关的镇国军士-兵,只伤不死,应该是徐南做的。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                凌少峰眉头一皱。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                他本以为是徐南帮了孙凌。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                因为这京城之中,也只有徐南才有这样的实力。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                可现在,他不确定了。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                孙凌所在的位置,是东边。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                徐南闯出去的地方,是西郊。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                两者之间的距离,除非是乘坐战机,否则一小时之内都赶不及。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                难道除了徐南,这京城里,还隐藏着可以轻易解决两个甚至三个战神级的巅峰强者?
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                凌少峰问“他现在在哪里?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “属下无能,没有查到消息。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “不用去管了,孙凌呢?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                凌少峰眼中凶戾之色再现。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                现在,他对孙凌的杀意,已经不弱于对镇国战神。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “据可靠消息,孙凌已经逃到了北方,翻越千寒山,越过卡兹湖,即将进入熊国境内。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                老头的语气变得有些虚弱起来。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                他流了太多的血,嘴唇已经泛白,眼前开始恍惚。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “他要逃出龙国?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                凌少峰瞪大眼睛,不敢相信自己的耳朵听到的消息。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                为什么?
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                孙凌为什么会选择逃出龙国?
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                他在想什么?
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                或者是谁给他支了招?
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “拦不下了对吗?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                惊怒之后,凌少峰冷冷问道。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                老头没有回答,几乎五体投地。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                凌少峰来来回回的踱步。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                好一会,他道“听着!”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                本来都快要晕过去的老头,猛的一惊,立刻在自己的舌头上狠狠咬了一口,强迫自己意识清醒。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “任凭少主吩咐!”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                凌少峰似挥斥方遒,冷声道“立刻开始布置,伪造孙凌击杀龙铅华的证据!他既然逃出龙国,我就让他永远回不来!”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                老头战战兢兢点头“是……”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “辛苦你了。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                凌少峰的语气忽然柔和起来,伸手去搀扶老头。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                这白胡子老头浑身狂颤,像是突然羊癫疯犯了。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “别害怕。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                凌少峰笑得温和,拿出一张纯白色的丝绸方巾,擦拭老头额头上的伤口。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                鲜血立刻浸染方巾。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “去吧。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “谢少主,属下愿为少主赴汤蹈火,在所不辞!”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                老头如蒙大赦一般,从机关通道匆匆离去。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                凌少峰转身,坐在了床上,硬生生憋出丝丝鲜血,从嘴角滑落。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                旁边站着的守卫,立刻焦急高呼“驸马爷悲痛过度,又喋血了!快传御医!快!”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
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                                滴滴滴……
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                正午十二点,距离东海战区最近的临海城。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                戴着鸭舌帽走在大街上,看似闲逛的徐南,从兜里拿出手机。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                看到上面一条加密过的特殊短信后,他瞳孔微缩。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “居然比我先一步,将龙铅华的死,嫁祸在孙凌头上。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                徐南冷笑了一声“能这么快把栽赃的事情做得这么天衣无缝的人,可不多啊。”

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