Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 71: The God-Long Leader of the Seven Orifices That Produce Smoke

"Naturally take him to Mongolia with the ancestor, and visit the Seventh Prince by the way." Hong Antong smiled slightly.

Noting the somewhat moved look of the blood knife ancestor, Wei Xiaobao was anxious, and hurriedly shouted: "Old ancestor, don't believe him, I'm **** with this old tortoise's wife, this old tortoise has always wanted to skin me cramps... …"

Wei Xiaobao didn't dare to say that Hong Antong was coveting the forty-two chapters on his body, and it was difficult to say that the ancestor of the blood knife would not be greedy. In my eagerness, he quickly fabricated a lie to convince the blood knife ancestor that Hong Antong and his own hatred are as deep as the sea, and he can't wait to cut himself with a thousand swords...

The biggest hatred in the world is nothing more than the hatred of killing his father, the hatred of taking his wife, or killing his father... Considering the age difference between Hong Antong and his own, the blood knife ancestor is not a fool; therefore, I had to use the hatred of taking his wife.

Hong An was trembling with anger: "Asshole, you can get close to my wife within three feet of you as a rascal?"

"Old tortoise, you don’t look in the mirror yourself. You are so big with white hair, and you have married such a coquettish young wife. Are you still able to satisfy her? She didn’t eat at home, so of course she went outside. I'm here to look for food, all of your men are afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you!" Wei Xiaobao's mistake hit Hong Antong's heart with the greatest pain, and he was so angry that he squeezed his fingers and creaked.

Wei Xiaobao knows that today I will not let the blood knife ancestors completely believe that the two men do not share the same sky. I am afraid that all the previous efforts have been in vain. Although looking at Hong Antong's hideous appearance, he still gritted his teeth and continued to add fuel and jealousy: "I am not only close to Hong Madam's body can still enter her body." While talking, she shrugged her waist trivially, and licked her lips with her tongue, "Tsk tusk tusk, Madam Hong's body is really white and slippery, she needs so much. Ah~"

"I killed you a little beast!" Hong Antong couldn't help it anymore and blasted over with a punch.

Reminiscent of Mrs. Hong’s coquettish appearance, Wei Xiaobao became more and more vigorous when he cursed, and he became excited. How could he know the distance of several meters, Hong Antong turned around and looked at the big fist of the sand bowl, Wei Xiaobao was frightened all of a sudden. I can't move my feet.

The dream of the blood knife ancestor Feng Hou Baixiang still relies on Wei Xiaobao, how can he watch him die. Holding the blood knife on guard, Hong Antong had to retreat a few feet away when the light of the knife flashed while the sparks were flashing.

"The blood knife ancestor, this little beast insulted me too much, do you really want to help him?" Hong Antong waited viciously for the blood knife ancestor.

"Why the Lord Hong is so angry? The clear ones are clear..." The ancestors of the blood knife thought in his heart: I have long heard about Mrs. Hong's fancy name. This Hong Antong's age is inhumane. Is it really Mrs. Hong? Loneliness is unbearable... Hey, this kid Wei Xiaobao is a bit like the stomach and stomach of the ancestor. I will also go to Shenlong Island for a visit another day to learn about Mrs. Hong's style.

Noting that the blood knife ancestor has a wretched look, and thinks of his reputation for insulting women, Hong Antongda Chapter 71, the god-lord leader of the seven-aperture smoke-making dragon

Anger: "Since your Excellency wants to give birth to this little beast, don't blame the old man for being rude."

"Hey, Lord Hong, don't forget, this kid was named by the Seventh Prince. You killed him and the Seventh Prince knew what the consequences were?" The blood knife ancestor sneered.

"Huh, the old man killed you together, wouldn't no one know?" Hong Antong was very angry at this time and had already moved to kill.

"My ancestor, my blood knife is not beautiful." The ancestor of the blood knife smiled dryly, and lightly scratched his bald head with the blood knife. It was the starting style of the blood knife classic, which was both offensive and defensive.

Hong Antong stopped speaking, and stretched out his palms to attack him left and right like two soft snakes.

"Transforming bones and palms!" The ancestor of the blood knife was secretly vigilant, waving his knife to greet him.

After the ten tricks, the two separated again. The blood knife ancestor moved his numb wrist, knowing that the opponent's internal strength and martial arts attainments were higher than him, but he was not timid at all. "If life and death is so simple, then everyone directly decides the victory based on the level of internal strength. I'm done, and I'll fart." Thinking of this, the blood knife ancestor's fighting spirit grew stronger and stronger.

Hong Antong was also very surprised. The last time he fought in the Golden Snake Camp in Shandong, he tried his martial arts to be slightly worse than himself. At that time, he thought that if Sangjie stopped him, he would definitely not be his opponent if he continued to fight. With so many moves with real swords and guns this time, the opponent is really not easy!

After all, Hong Antong is a master of the school. His angry emotions gradually calmed down. Moreover, he can teach Wei Xiaobao according to his aptitude and design tailor-made "three heroes" for Wei Xiaobao. The realm of martial arts has long surpassed ordinary masters.

When he got used to the blood knife ancestor's chaotic fight, he slowly began to take advantage. After dozens of moves, he was already confident that he could take the opponent's life, but he was worried that he would pay a high price, so he kept wasting it.

"Oops, I didn't expect this old ghost to be so powerful, I'm afraid I'll be killed if I continue to fight." The blood knife ancestor knew suffering, so he began to care about it.

"Huh! I can't get this kid, don't even think about catching him." The blood knife ancestor sneered coldly, and jumped out of the ring to stab Wei Xiaobao.

Hong Antong couldn't wait to skin Wei Xiaobao for cramps, and not take him back to Shenlong Island to let the colorful dragon slowly torture him to death. How can he relieve his hatred? How could he die so cheaply.

He hurriedly attacked the vest of the blood knife ancestor, playing the abacus to encircle Wei and save Zhao, but decades of combat experience made him aware of fraud, so he secretly reserved a bit of strength to guard against the blood knife ancestor's sudden counterattack.

He didn't know that the blood knife ancestor was waiting for his retention. He calculated that Hong Antong would not watch him hack Wei Xiaobao to death. He also knew that the other party would definitely defend himself. Therefore, after seeing him staying power, the blade turned and smashed the stones on the ground with the help of The force of the counter-shock accelerated and fled to the distance.

Hong Antong didn't know that the other party was trying to escape with all his strength. He could only helplessly watch the figure of the blood knife ancestor disappear into the wilderness, frowning, and thinking that he would run away.

Offending the Seven Princes of Mongolia, I am afraid it will be a bit tricky in the future.

But thinking of another nasty person, Hong Antong turned around and looked at Wei Xiaobao without a smile: "Bai Longshi, you are very good, what do you think I will deal with you?"

"Master Hong Wencheng martial virtues, immortal blessings forever, longevity and Tianqi... Your lord has a large number, just treat me as a fart and let it go." Wei Xiaobao did not expect the blood knife ancestor to be so useless, see Hong An Tongxiang He forced it over, trembling with fear, and couldn't help backing away.

"Swish!" A sharp sound of breaking through the air came, Hong An heard eight minutes, and hurriedly tossed on the spot, hiding from the attack, before he had time to gasp, suddenly his face changed, his feet shook, and he jumped to the count. Outside.

Recovering the wooden sword that was shot out, Song Qingshu said with a long laugh: "Master Hong has a good memory, so soon I remembered that this wooden sword will return."

"Ouch, my brother!" When Wei Xiaobao saw Song Qingshu appear, he was full of eagerness to cry, and hurriedly ran behind him, thinking that his little fate was finally saved.

"Aren't you tied to the big camp?" Hong Antong's expression was uncertain. Just now he fought against the blood knife ancestor and consumed a lot of true energy. The martial arts of the guy opposite was unpredictable and it was really difficult to deal with.

"You treached your faith and injured Yuan Chengzhi badly. He let me chase you down in anger." Song Qingshu casually said nonsense, thinking that Yuan Chengzhi could be more enemies. It would be very cheap if he didn't kill him just now. .

"Your Excellency hit the old man with a heavy punch before, and Sang Jie made a big handprint. In just one or two days, I am afraid that recovery will be limited." Hong Antong is confident in his fists, even if Wudang Zhang Sanfeng, who is half man and half immortal, hits his full strength. One punch, you have to go half your life if you don't die, the other party's light and breezy look, I am afraid that Shiyou is pretending.

"Master Hong can come and try." Song Qingshu didn't care, and reached out in a gesture of asking.

Hong Antong narrowed his eyes and stabbed his toes. A stone shot at Wei Xiaobao like a sharp arrow. Without hesitation, his figure flashed, and he shot Song Qingshu with his palm.

Song Qingshu was startled, and secretly admired that the opponent had gone through all kinds of battles and could hold the fighter so well. He stretched out his wooden sword and picked up the Tai Chi sword intent. He swung a big circle and easily changed the whereabouts of the pebbles. Reflected back to Hong Antong who was flying at double speed.

How can Hong Antong know that the other party still has this hand, and stealing chicken will not lose money, and now there is no time to avoid it.

With a puff, he was hit by a small stone in his left chest, Hong Antong flew back quickly, raised his hand and threw a poisonous snake, taking the opportunity to flee to a distance.

Song Qingshu pushed both palms forward, using the "shocked Baili" of Jianglong's eighteen palms, and shook the poisonous snake in the air.

"Big Brother Song, the old tortoise has escaped, why don't you chase it soon?" Wei Xiaobao looked into the distance anxiously. He scolded Hong Antong so harshly today that Hong Antong won't die for a day. He really has trouble sleeping and eating. Chapter 71: The God-Long Leader of the Seven Orifices That Produce Smoke

"Hong Antong's martial arts is so powerful, how could it be so easy to want his life." Song Qingshu shook his head, but thought in his heart: he was not dedicated to the Qing court. When Hong Antong died, the Shenlong Sect must fall apart. Wouldn't it be a waste of money for Kangxi? Song Qingshu never did this kind of hard work to marry others.

Leaving aside Hong Antong's affairs, Song Qingshu began to recall the Tai Chi sword intent he had just played. Song Qing Shuben is the chief disciple of the Wudang Sect. I have seen uncles practicing Tai Chi Sword before more or less. Just now, there was a bright light in his mind and he accidentally used a bit of Tai Chi Sword. It's a pity that Song Qing Shu remembers too little, so now he can only get a glimpse of the Tai Chi Sword.

"Big Brother Song, this time I was able to escape my life, thanks to you, after returning to the capital, I will invite you to drink wine for three days and three nights, and invite all the most popular girls in the city to accompany you..." If you say Before Wei Xiaobao was slanderous to Song Qingshu, now he is grateful to Song Qingshu from the bottom of his heart.

"I hope that the famous prostitutes in the capital are as pretty as Girl Youyou."

"of course!"

...

The two talked happily and rushed all the way north.

"King Dalun Ming?" After the two contacted Duolong's army, they saw the headed monk, and they couldn't help exclaiming. Chapter 72 The Mysterious Master

Kumazhi had a bit of embarrassment on his face, and explained: "The poor monk saw that the poor were outnumbered that day, so he had to go outside to look for rescuers. I hope the two are not surprised."

Song Qingshu was non-committal, and didn't care much about it. Anyway, the two were not friends of life and death. They probably had the same choice when they changed their lives, but I didn't know if Wei Xiaobao would have lumps in his heart.

Looking up, I saw that Wei Xiaobao was not angry, but smiled: "The situation was critical that day. Fortunately, King Ming notified the team outside the city in time to make the group of assassins hesitate. I was worried that you would be harmed by that group of gangsters. Today, I met Brother Song first, and met you, the great monk. I was so happy. The best restaurant in the city walked up, and we won’t be drunk tonight." He said that he hooked Song Qingshu with his left hand, and the dove with his right hand. Mo Zhi, walked out.

Although Kumazhi knew that what he said just now was just a kind of power trick, he still couldn't help but feel warm, but thinking of the content of Wei Xiaobao's words, his face became stiff, and he muttered: "Poor monks can't drink alcohol..."

"The meat and wine have passed through the intestines, the Buddha sits in his heart, why do you care, King Ming." Wei Xiaobao said haha.

"If the Buddha is alive in the sky, I'm afraid I will slap him with a big ear when I hear these words." Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile, and followed a group of people to the city.

Wei Xiaobao's southward alliance was a twists and turns, and the time was delayed enough. Worried that Kangxi would be waiting in a hurry, the group of people traveled day and night, and soon returned to the city of Yanjing.

"Xiao Guizi, your grandfather, why did you come back so long to report to me? Are you obsessed with Jiangnan beauties and reluctant to come back?" Kangxi ran off the dragon chair after seeing Wei Xiaobao with surprise.

"Hey, Xiao Xuanzi, it's a long story. This time, Xiao Guizi's life is almost over." Wei Xiaobao raised his hand to wipe his sweat.

"Oh?" Kangxi was really interested, "what the **** is going on?"

Wei Xiaobao then added more effort to describe that he was assassinated, and then he was rescued by Song Qingshu, and then to Gusu to recruit super master Ku Mazhi. On the way to the north, he fell in Yangzhou and was captured by the King Snake and others...

Wei Xiaobao liked to hear about books since he was a child, and he was very accurate about which plots should be emphasized and which should be covered in one stroke.

Sure enough, Kangxi's emotions were completely mobilized by him. He was trapped in the deep palace on weekdays. How could he have the opportunity to come into contact with so many exciting things? He was full of joy when he listened.

"Then how did you escape later?" Although now seeing Wei Xiaobao safe and sound, Kangxi couldn't help but worry about how he could get out after he was caught in the Tiger Lair in Longtan.

Wei Xiaobao chuckled, so he told the story about the ancestor of the blood knife and Yuan Chengzhi.

"Well, you little Guizi," Kangxi stroked his palm and gave him an unexpected glance. "Usually I thought that your kid was inexperienced, and I didn't expect to be better than some people who are full of poetry in critical moments."

"Of course Xiao Guizi was ignorant before. Chapter 72: The Mysterious Master

Kumazhi had a bit of embarrassment on his face, and explained: "The poor monk saw that the poor were outnumbered that day, so he had to go outside to look for rescuers. I hope the two are not surprised."

Song Qingshu was non-committal, and didn't care much about it. Anyway, the two were not friends of life and death. They probably had the same choice when they changed their lives, but I didn't know if Wei Xiaobao would have lumps in his heart.

Looking up, I saw that Wei Xiaobao was not angry, but smiled: "The situation was critical that day. Fortunately, King Ming notified the team outside the city in time to make the group of assassins hesitate. I was worried that you would be harmed by that group of gangsters. Today, I met Brother Song first, and met you, the great monk. I was so happy. The best restaurant in the city walked up, and we won’t be drunk tonight." He said that he hooked Song Qingshu with his left hand, and the dove with his right hand. Mo Zhi, walked out.

Although Kumazhi knew that what he said just now was just a kind of power trick, he still couldn't help but feel warm, but thinking of the content of Wei Xiaobao's words, his face became stiff, and he muttered: "Poor monks can't drink alcohol..."

"The meat and wine have passed through the intestines, the Buddha sits in his heart, why do you care, King Ming." Wei Xiaobao said haha.

"If the Buddha is alive in the sky, I'm afraid I will slap him with a big ear when I hear these words." Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile, and followed a group of people to the city.

Wei Xiaobao's southward alliance was a twists and turns, and the time was delayed enough. Worried that Kangxi would be waiting in a hurry, the group of people traveled day and night, and soon returned to the city of Yanjing.

"Xiao Guizi, your grandfather, why did you come back so long to report to me? Are you obsessed with Jiangnan beauties and reluctant to come back?" Kangxi ran off the dragon chair after seeing Wei Xiaobao with surprise.

"Hey, Xiao Xuanzi, it's a long story. This time, Xiao Guizi's life is almost over." Wei Xiaobao raised his hand to wipe his sweat.

"Oh?" Kangxi was really interested, "what the **** is going on?"

Wei Xiaobao then added more effort to describe that he was assassinated, and then he was rescued by Song Qingshu, and then to Gusu to recruit super master Ku Mazhi. On the way to the north, he fell in Yangzhou and was captured by the King Snake and others...

Wei Xiaobao liked to hear about books since he was a child, and he was very accurate about which plots should be emphasized and which should be covered in one stroke.

Sure enough, Kangxi's emotions were completely mobilized by him. He was trapped in the deep palace on weekdays. How could he have the opportunity to come into contact with so many exciting things? He was full of joy when he listened.

"Then how did you escape later?" Although now seeing Wei Xiaobao safe and sound, Kangxi couldn't help but worry about how he could get out after he was caught in the Tiger Lair in Longtan.

Wei Xiaobao chuckled, so he told the story about the ancestor of the blood knife and Yuan Chengzhi.

"Well, you little Guizi," Kangxi stroked his palm and gave him an unexpected glance. "Usually I thought that your kid was inexperienced, and I didn't expect to be better than some people who are full of poetry in critical moments."

"Of course Xiao Guizi was ignorant before. Chapter 72: The Mysterious Master

Kumazhi had a bit of embarrassment on his face, and explained: "The poor monk saw that the poor were outnumbered that day, so he had to go outside to look for rescuers. I hope the two are not surprised."

Song Qingshu was non-committal, and didn't care much about it. Anyway, the two were not friends of life and death. They probably had the same choice when they changed their lives, but I didn't know if Wei Xiaobao would have lumps in his heart.

Looking up, I saw that Wei Xiaobao was not angry, but smiled: "The situation was critical that day. Fortunately, King Ming notified the team outside the city in time to make the group of assassins hesitate. I was worried that you would be harmed by that group of gangsters. Today, I met Brother Song first, and met you, the great monk. I was so happy. The best restaurant in the city walked up, and we won’t be drunk tonight." He said that he hooked Song Qingshu with his left hand, and the dove with his right hand. Mo Zhi, walked out.

Although Kumazhi knew that what he said just now was just a kind of power trick, he still couldn't help but feel warm, but thinking of the content of Wei Xiaobao's words, his face became stiff, and he muttered: "Poor monks can't drink alcohol..."

"The meat and wine have passed through the intestines, the Buddha sits in his heart, why do you care, King Ming." Wei Xiaobao said haha.

"If the Buddha is alive in the sky, I'm afraid I will slap him with a big ear when I hear these words." Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile, and followed a group of people to the city.

Wei Xiaobao's southward alliance was a twists and turns, and the time was delayed enough. Worried that Kangxi would be waiting in a hurry, the group of people traveled day and night, and soon returned to the city of Yanjing.

"Xiao Guizi, your grandfather, why did you come back so long to report to me? Are you obsessed with Jiangnan beauties and reluctant to come back?" Kangxi ran off the dragon chair after seeing Wei Xiaobao with surprise.

"Hey, Xiao Xuanzi, it's a long story. This time, Xiao Guizi's life is almost over." Wei Xiaobao raised his hand to wipe his sweat.

"Oh?" Kangxi was really interested, "what the **** is going on?"

Wei Xiaobao then added more effort to describe that he was assassinated, and then he was rescued by Song Qingshu, and then to Gusu to recruit super master Ku Mazhi. On the way to the north, he fell in Yangzhou and was captured by the King Snake and others...

Wei Xiaobao liked to hear about books since he was a child, and he was very accurate about which plots should be emphasized and which should be covered in one stroke.

Sure enough, Kangxi's emotions were completely mobilized by him. He was trapped in the deep palace on weekdays. How could he have the opportunity to come into contact with so many exciting things? He was full of joy when he listened.

"Then how did you escape later?" Although now seeing Wei Xiaobao safe and sound, Kangxi couldn't help but worry about how he could get out after he was caught in the Tiger Lair in Longtan.

Wei Xiaobao chuckled, so he told the story about the ancestor of the blood knife and Yuan Chengzhi.

"Well, you little Guizi," Kangxi stroked his palm and gave him an unexpected glance. "Usually I thought that your kid was inexperienced, and I didn't expect to be better than some people who are full of poetry in critical moments."

"Of course Xiao Guizi was ignorant before. Chapter 72: The Mysterious Master

Kumazhi had a bit of embarrassment on his face, and explained: "The poor monk saw that the poor were outnumbered that day, so he had to go outside to look for rescuers. I hope the two are not surprised."

Song Qingshu was non-committal, and didn't care much about it. Anyway, the two were not friends of life and death. They probably had the same choice when they changed their lives, but I didn't know if Wei Xiaobao would have lumps in his heart.

Looking up, I saw that Wei Xiaobao was not angry, but smiled: "The situation was critical that day. Fortunately, King Ming notified the team outside the city in time to make the group of assassins hesitate. I was worried that you would be harmed by that group of gangsters. Today, I met Brother Song first, and met you, the great monk. I was so happy. The best restaurant in the city walked up, and we won’t be drunk tonight." He said that he hooked Song Qingshu with his left hand, and the dove with his right hand. Mo Zhi, walked out.

Although Kumazhi knew that what he said just now was just a kind of power trick, he still couldn't help but feel warm, but thinking of the content of Wei Xiaobao's words, his face became stiff, and he muttered: "Poor monks can't drink alcohol..."

"The meat and wine have passed through the intestines, the Buddha sits in his heart, why do you care, King Ming." Wei Xiaobao said haha.

"If the Buddha is alive in the sky, I'm afraid I will slap him with a big ear when I hear these words." Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile, and followed a group of people to the city.

Wei Xiaobao's southward alliance was a twists and turns, and the time was delayed enough. Worried that Kangxi would be waiting in a hurry, the group of people traveled day and night, and soon returned to the city of Yanjing.

"Xiao Guizi, your grandfather, why did you come back so long to report to me? Are you obsessed with Jiangnan beauties and reluctant to come back?" Kangxi ran off the dragon chair after seeing Wei Xiaobao with surprise.

"Hey, Xiao Xuanzi, it's a long story. This time, Xiao Guizi's life is almost over." Wei Xiaobao raised his hand to wipe his sweat.

"Oh?" Kangxi was really interested, "what the **** is going on?"

Wei Xiaobao then added more effort to describe that he was assassinated, and then he was rescued by Song Qingshu, and then to Gusu to recruit super master Ku Mazhi. On the way to the north, he fell in Yangzhou and was captured by the King Snake and others...

Wei Xiaobao liked to hear about books since he was a child, and he was very accurate about which plots should be emphasized and which should be covered in one stroke.

Sure enough, Kangxi's emotions were completely mobilized by him. He was trapped in the deep palace on weekdays. How could he have the opportunity to come into contact with so many exciting things? He was full of joy when he listened.

"Then how did you escape later?" Although now seeing Wei Xiaobao safe and sound, Kangxi couldn't help but worry about how he could get out after he was caught in the Tiger Lair in Longtan.

Wei Xiaobao chuckled, so he told the story about the ancestor of the blood knife and Yuan Chengzhi.

"Well, you little Guizi," Kangxi stroked his palm and gave him an unexpected glance. "Usually I thought that your kid was inexperienced, and I didn't expect to be better than some people who are full of poetry in critical moments."

"Of course Xiao Guizi was ignorant before. Chapter 72: The Mysterious Master

Kumazhi had a bit of embarrassment on his face, and explained: "The poor monk saw that the poor were outnumbered that day, so he had to go outside to look for rescuers. I hope the two are not surprised."

Song Qingshu was non-committal, and didn't care much about it. Anyway, the two were not friends of life and death. They probably had the same choice when they changed their lives, but I didn't know if Wei Xiaobao would have lumps in his heart.

Looking up, I saw that Wei Xiaobao was not angry, but smiled: "The situation was critical that day. Fortunately, King Ming notified the team outside the city in time to make the group of assassins hesitate. I was worried that you would be harmed by that group of gangsters. Today, I met Brother Song first, and met you, the great monk. I was so happy. The best restaurant in the city walked up, and we won’t be drunk tonight." He said that he hooked Song Qingshu with his left hand, and the dove with his right hand. Mo Zhi, walked out.

Although Kumazhi knew that what he said just now was just a kind of power trick, he still couldn't help but feel warm, but thinking of the content of Wei Xiaobao's words, his face became stiff, and he muttered: "Poor monks can't drink alcohol..."

"The meat and wine have passed through the intestines, the Buddha sits in his heart, why do you care, King Ming." Wei Xiaobao said haha.

"If the Buddha is alive in the sky, I'm afraid I will slap him with a big ear when I hear these words." Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile, and followed a group of people to the city.

Wei Xiaobao's southward alliance was a twists and turns, and the time was delayed enough. Worried that Kangxi would be waiting in a hurry, the group of people traveled day and night, and soon returned to the city of Yanjing.

"Xiao Guizi, your grandfather, why did you come back so long to report to me? Are you obsessed with Jiangnan beauties and reluctant to come back?" Kangxi ran off the dragon chair after seeing Wei Xiaobao with surprise.

"Hey, Xiao Xuanzi, it's a long story. This time, Xiao Guizi's life is almost over." Wei Xiaobao raised his hand to wipe his sweat.

"Oh?" Kangxi was really interested, "what the **** is going on?"

Wei Xiaobao then added more effort to describe that he was assassinated, and then he was rescued by Song Qingshu, and then to Gusu to recruit super master Ku Mazhi. On the way to the north, he fell in Yangzhou and was captured by the King Snake and others...

Wei Xiaobao liked to hear about books since he was a child, and he was very accurate about which plots should be emphasized and which should be covered in one stroke.

Sure enough, Kangxi's emotions were completely mobilized by him. He was trapped in the deep palace on weekdays. How could he have the opportunity to come into contact with so many exciting things? He was full of joy when he listened.

"Then how did you escape later?" Although now seeing Wei Xiaobao safe and sound, Kangxi couldn't help but worry about how he could get out after he was caught in the Tiger Lair in Longtan.

Wei Xiaobao chuckled, so he told the story about the ancestor of the blood knife and Yuan Chengzhi.

"Well, you little Guizi," Kangxi stroked his palm and gave him an unexpected glance. "Usually I thought that your kid was inexperienced, and I didn't expect to be better than some people who are full of poetry in critical moments."

"Of course Xiao Guizi was ignorant before,