The male protagonist stole my fiancée, so I stole her home

The little brother was named Cheng Tao, and he shared the same surname as his master. Cheng is considered a common surname in Bafeng Village.

When the little brother came out of the side yard and was about to go out after getting dressed, he saw Da Ma and shouted in delight.

"Brother Da Ma, I just heard that you flew a helicopter back to the village, and I was just about to go find you."

The little brother was very naughty. As soon as they met, he punched Cheng Da Ma's abdominal muscles twice and praised, "It's even harder, tut tut."

Cheng Da Ma touched his head with a friendly look on his face and asked, "How is the master?"

"He...he...you should go in and take a look." Speaking of the master, the little brother's eyes dimmed.

Da Ma put the fruits, chickens and ducks aside, pushed open the door and went in, and smelled a pungent smell of medicine. The master was lying on the bed, motionless.

Da Ma walked forward and saw the master's skinny face in the dim light. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, hazy and without charm.

He was about to cry, thinking of the master's tough appearance when he was a child, standing straight outside the yard, teaching him martial arts with full energy and spirit. Compared with his current sickly state, he was sad.

Just as he was about to speak, the master said in a subtle voice: "Dama...you are back."

"Master...I am here to see you." Cheng Da Ma cried.

"Don't cry, man, why are you crying? I used to... teach you!"

The master's weak tone was stern.

"Yes, yes... Master, I won't cry!" Da Ma suppressed his mood.

The master continued, "When I was young... I fought a duel to the death with someone, and I was injured. I survived until now, which is considered good."

"Xiao Tao just said that you came back by helicopter... cough cough cough, good!"

"You are the only disciple among my brothers who has learned 100% of my skills, but after that incident with you, I thought that you might be the least promising in the future."

"But now it seems that you can make a name for yourself. I am old and can't keep up with the thinking of this era."

"Cough cough... Times are different. Unlike my previous era, as the world changes, there are fewer and fewer opportunities to make a name for yourself in martial arts."

"It's ridiculous. I am a descendant of the authentic Baji, and my disciples, one of whom helps people kill pigs in the town, one works as a coolie to help people deliver goods, and another raises dogs."

The master's thin face showed a bitter smile and boredom. His fluctuating emotions made a touch of red light appear on his face, as if he was in the last moments of life.

"Master, please stop talking. I am valued by my benefactor now. I have money. I will take you to a big city for medical treatment!"

Two lines of hot tears flowed from Dama's eyes.

Unfortunately, the master could not see it and was still staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"Master's illness... he knows it himself. It is incurable."

"Before dying... Master... has only one wish."

"Take them out... Take them all out, take all your fellow apprentices out!!"

"My boxing skills cannot, must not be used for such a lowly livelihood!!"

"This is the master's pride... It is the master's self-esteem!!"

"When the master was in the most difficult time, he never thought of killing pigs and unloading goods for others... It's too bad!!!"

Two lines of hot tears also flowed from the master's eyes and wet the pillow.

"But master, what I am doing for the big boss now is life-threatening. I am afraid that my fellow apprentices will not agree." Cheng Dama hesitated.

The master said, "What do you mean by the big boss?"

Cheng Dama told him the story of how he met Zhou Yun.

He also told him about how the big boss helped the couple.

The master's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "It's right to follow a person like this. He has brains, courage, and a decent business. It's worth following."

"In the past, martial artists just lived on the edge of a knife, escorting, guarding, serving as soldiers, hanging around in the underworld, and going to the battlefield..."

"But now... you need a degree to be a soldier. You haven't even graduated from elementary school, so forget it."

"How much do you make a month now?"

Cheng Dama whispered, "One million..."

"Ahem~" The master's face became more and more ruddy, his eyes were no longer cloudy, and he couldn't believe what he heard.

He took a deep breath, and his thin chest rose and fell like waves, and finally slowly calmed down.

Obviously shocked

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Cheng Dama hurriedly fed the master some water, and said weakly: "But Master, this job requires killing people."

The master's voice gradually became stronger: "Will your boss take responsibility?"

"He promised to take responsibility." Cheng Dama said: "The boss said that to get involved in the world, you need background and influence, and he has all of these."

"Then kill him!" The master said in a deep voice: "He is a wise man. The kung fu I taught you is not a posture or a fancy move, it is a killing skill!"

"If you don't need it, what's the difference between practicing and not practicing!"

"Master, I am not pedantic, I see it very openly, men "If you live this life, you must make some cool achievements."

"Go, be fearless and follow him well."

"Xiao Tao, take a pen, I want to write a will for your brothers, I say, you write it."

The little brother on the side hesitated and said: "Master, I'm afraid they won't believe what I write, and now there is no need to be so troublesome, just use the mobile phone to record the video."

The master said in a trance: "This world... Alas, I don't understand it, okay."

Next, the master told his wishes to the other two brothers, and encouraged them to keep a fearless heart.

After shooting the video, he told the little brother that after he left, he would go to Jiangcheng with Da Ma, and perform well next to the boss, so as not to lose the face of the authentic Baji.

"But, but Master... I only know how to train dogs!" Cheng Tao said with a sad face.

This made the master embarrassed, and he could only look at Da Ma.

Da Ma said, "I'll take him to ask the boss first. Maybe the boss likes him. If not, I'll give him some money and send him back."

The master was relieved and became weak again, saying, "Brothers... in the world, we should help each other."

After arranging his disciples, his voice became smaller and smaller, and gradually faded.

It seemed that he would fall asleep at any time. His vitality was like a flickering candle, which had burned to the last wick.

Finally, he used all his strength to say, "Da Ma... and Xiao Xuanfeng... and Xiao Heshang..."

"They have lived... and suffered a lot these years."

"Tell them about your connections... If they are willing, ask them to follow your... boss."

"Be sure to bring..."

The last sentence was not finished, and he slowly closed his eyes.

When Da Ma tremblingly put his hand on the tip of the master's nose and found that he was not breathing.

Suddenly, he could no longer hold it back, and the sound of two people crying in grief was heard in the room instantly.

Even the hound in the yard noticed something.

It cried out to the sky, its voice mournful.