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Wen Yue simply lay on the stretcher carried by the two of them, with attendant Chujiu accompanying him.

Hear Wen Yue's cry.

Give the tiger a slap in the face.

His wrists trembled, but he didn't look back.

Instead, he firmly raised the Embroidery Guard-style long knife in his hand.

"you dare!"

The disheveled woman screamed.

A knife kills the beauty's head.

Blood spreads.

The good head was thrown up.

"mother!"

The young man with tied hair and a crown yelled and struggled to rush forward.

Sweetness and anger filled his chest.

Pain, grief and anger exploded in my mind.

It was like a volcano erupting.

His eyes were full of hatred.

Do you regret it?

some.

He regretted even more why he didn't take action earlier. The cripple deserved to die, and so did the people who followed the cripple.

All deserve to die.

Xiang Hu no longer gave him a chance to repent.

Another knife.

The light of the knife flashed.

Cut off the second brother's head.

The head of the second young master of the Hou Mansion was separated from his neck, and the murderous intent and annoyance in his eyes had not faded away.

And a little bit of shock that lingered.

His head grunted on the ground.

Like a tattered watermelon.

Covered in blood and stained with dust and grass.

There is no difference between a noble son and a commoner.

The knife edge dripped blood.

fell to the ground.

Xiang Hu stood still.

Revenge was taken.

happy!

This was the gratification he had never wanted.

Thousands of soldiers and armor cannot stop him from taking revenge.

But also sad.

Just because of the mood of the superior, one can humiliate others at will.

Beat him to a cripple and bury him in a gutter.

Human life is so worthless.

Is this the prosperous Liangdu?

What kind of world is this?

Raise your head to the sky and roar towards the tiger.

The ferocious mana vibrates to form an aura.

Howling and hissing in anger.

Although he was happy to take revenge, he still had some kindness yet to be repaid.

"The thief is so brave!"

The angry shouts carrying mana were like deafening thunder.

In Liangdu City, except Zhou Liang with goatee, the remaining five immortal masters have gathered at Jing'an Hou Mansion.

The fat and white Qianhu Wang Zhi who was hiding in the embroidered clothes guard suddenly became energetic.

As if he had found his backbone, he jumped out hurriedly, regardless of his embarrassment, and shouted loudly: "Master Immortal, kill this beast quickly."

He looked around at the old man, and finally looked at Wen Yue who was lying on the stretcher, and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty."

"Ten years ago, Nanyue Mountain was defeated, and the Northern Wei Dynasty marched to plunder the territory."

"I fled here with my wife and children. I was penniless and hungry. My son was seriously ill and was waiting to die in a bridge cave. Thanks to the prince's kind help."

"To save my whole family's life."

Wen Yue opened his mouth. He had actually forgotten that he had helped so many people, and it was difficult to recognize them all.

The others seemed surprised that this happened.

Bai Fat Qianhu pointed at Xiang Hu and said sharply: "You white-eyed wolf, the prince saved your whole family, but you did such a terrible thing."

"Xiang Hu, you are worthy of being a son of man."

"I'm going to catch you without mercy."

However, Lu Laodao saw something unusual. Xiang Hu had clearly become a Qi practitioner and was very powerful.

The other casual cultivators also looked at each other, and they all saw that this man was a cultivator.

Xiang Hu ignored the clown, but raised his saber, straightened his back, and said arrogantly: "Today, I will repay the prince's kindness."

bass.

Cut across the neck.

Blood flowed everywhere.

"Xiang Baihu!"

Wen Yue struggled and fell off the stretcher.

Chujiu hurriedly caught Wen Yue, but could feel Wen Yue's strength.

He wanted to crawl over.

The deafening shouts disappeared.

Wen Yue suddenly felt very sad.

Strangely enough, this sadness was not due to the death of the second wife of the Hou Mansion.

But because of that person.

Silence fell.

Everyone was surprised that Xiang Hu was so strong.

He was even more shocked that a master-level innate master would commit suicide in front of everyone.

It really impacted their minds too powerfully.

The casual cultivators worshiped in Liangdu are even more difficult to understand.

Because this is not an innate master at all, but a monk.

A monk, even at an advanced age, can live to be over a hundred years old.

There is still half a lifetime in the future, so just tell me this?

Not worth it.

but.

Did you pay it back?

Returned.

Too much has been paid back!

Wen Yue looked at Xiang Hu's body in despair.

He would rather not pay back to the tiger.

It's just a drop of kindness in the past. With the strength of his innate warrior, what he has received can be returned ten times or a hundred times.

Why should I pay with my life?

He didn't want to kill the old man.

He reached out and touched his cheek.

Tears flowed out from nowhere.

Wen Yue once wondered why Xiang was so close to the old man and why he was one of the people who fully supported him.

Precisely because of the support of many embroidered clothing guards, he was able to stand firm as the deputy commander of the Army and Horses Division and be able to compete with the commander.

I asked, but the old man didn't answer for him, he just smiled and said nothing.

Finally got the answer today.

There is no such thing as an old man in the world anymore.

Wen Yue thumped his leg in annoyance.

Why are you so disappointed?

If he had been intact, none of this would have happened.

He hated himself, why did he want to take credit, why did he have to deal with Sneaky with a small number of people.

Why are you so reckless and pretentious?

"Sir."

Chujiu quickly grabbed Wen Yue's hand and said with a cry in his voice: "Young Master, the Hou Mansion is still waiting for you to take charge of the overall situation."

One sentence woke Wen Yue up.

right.

The second roommate is dead.

The remaining brothers are still young.

Now his father, the old Marquis, is unconscious again.

The Hou Mansion is now counting on him.

He can't be like this, he can't be decadent.

If he continues to be decadent, how can he be worthy of those who sacrificed for him?

After gathering his mood, Wen Yue climbed onto the stretcher again, his usual demeanor restored, and said loudly: "This matter will not be reported to the official."

"Everyone, please come back!"

The voice is full of energy and dignity.

The fat and white Qianhu Wang Zhi felt like the deputy commander of the Military and Horse Division of the past was back.

His natural fear.

But he rolled his eyes, paused for a long time, and then said: "This...is against the rules."

Wen Yue snorted coldly: "The Hou Mansion is still there!"

After being threatened by Wen Yue, Wang Zhi wanted to say something to give himself more face, but found that he couldn't say anything at all, so he could only leave with Xiu Yiwei in despair.

"Walk!"

The team was hurriedly gathered, and the embroidered guards helped each other and left.

As soon as the embroidered guard left, the Hou Mansion suddenly became empty.

The remaining five immortal masters didn't know what to do.

They looked at each other, feeling embarrassed, but they could only pretend to be worldly experts.

The wind is light and the clouds are light.

Lu Chengyi cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, is this man's body?"

"Master Immortal, I will bury this person's body alive and well."

Wen Yue hid his face and cried, pushing back all Lu Chengyi's next words.

Lu Chengyi and many immortal masters looked at each other, they didn't want to give up.

The person who died was a Qi practitioner, and there must be a Kung Fu book on his body.

They need these things.

Moreover, the blood of Qi practitioners contains spirituality. Although it cannot keep up with the blood of beasts, the chance of success in drawing talismans is also increased.

All precious blood is inevitably wasted.

The body can also contain evil spirits and can give birth to weak and sneaky beings.

Muscles, bones, skin, membranes, flesh, blood, essence, and blood are all excellent materials.

…

Bada.

The jade box is opened and light shines in.

A big hand took out the contents of the box.

"Xiang Hu, dead."

Tu Shanjun let out a long sigh.

Emotion flashed through his eyes, and he couldn't help but think of old things in melancholy.

Just now, there was a third-level living soul in the soul flag.

It's Xiang Hu.

Xiang Hu has long been determined to die.

When his wife and children died, he also died.

Otherwise, he would not choose to take revenge at this time.

It is even more impossible not to bring the soul flag.

He understood how powerful the Ghost Faced Banner was, and he could also roughly see how powerful Tu Shanjun was.

But he locked the sacred banner in the cabinet and did not take it with him.

I just don’t know how Xiang Hu died.

Tu Shanjun felt that he was most likely killed by the casual cultivators in Liangdu.

Tushanjun knew the man who took out the sacred flag.

He is Xiang old man's little follower, the impulsive and violent Shizhu.

When the Xiuyi Guards were dispatched, Shi Zhu looked for an opportunity.

Tu Shanjun could see that Xiang Hu was determined to die, so how could he not see it.

Before the burial had been arranged, he hurried to Xiang Hu's home.

Just to prevent Xiuyiwei from confiscating the things left by Xiang Hu.

He didn't know what it was. It was as big as a palm and had a long pole with long strips of cloth wrapped around it.

It looks like a stick wrapped in strips of cloth.

It feels like jade, cool and refreshing, and most of the dryness in my heart has disappeared.

The brochure only said to take out the things and give them to Wen Yue, the prince of Jinganhou.

Shizhu looked puzzled, but still put the things in his arms and walked towards the door.

"Soldier, please wait."

Just when Shi Zhu was about to leave Old Man Xiang's house, a voice called him.