Picked a Killer as My Wife

"I'm all right."

"Patriarch Ouyang, I would like to ask the old man who is downwind?" Li Tian asked Ouyang Zhengtian straightforwardly.

Hearing Li Tian's question in front of him, Ouyang Zhengtian suddenly sighed, "Feng Lao is gone... and he is back to Kunlun."

Hearing Ouyang Zhengtian saying this again, Li Tian was completely shocked.

How could this be?

How did Feng Lao leave?

Then Ouyang Zhengtian looked at Li Tiandao in surprise and said, "Did you not greet you when Feng Lao was about to leave?"

Li Tian sighed and shook his head: "No!"

"Oh! That's it... Actually, when Feng Lao came to say goodbye to me, I was really taken aback, and I also persuaded Feng Lao to stay here for a while, but Feng Lao politely refused... To be honest, I follow Feng. From the old words and deeds, he must have really made up his mind to return to hermit this time."

"Hey, since Feng Lao is determined to retreat, let's not force him too much." Ouyang Zhengtian said there.

Li Tian listened to Feng Qingzi's words, and nodded silently. Although he was really reluctant to Feng Lao in his heart, even though he really wanted to see Feng Lao again, he just followed what Ouyang Zhengtian said. Since Feng Lao has decided to go back, does he have reason to stop it?

"Young Master, forget it, don't think too much, since the old man Feng wants to go back to Kunlun, that is actually a good thing!"

"Think about it, now the master of the gate of **** has started to trouble him. If old man Feng does not return, he will probably have a lot of trouble entangled in him, so I personally think that the return of old man Feng is actually a good thing. "The ghost servant said hoarsely.

Hearing what the ghost servant in front of him said, Li Tian thought about it for a while.

I heard that everyone who came out of the gate of **** was a master...Now Feng Lao has been watched by the master of the **** gate, and now it is not a bad thing to retreat.

It's just that in Li Tian's heart, the hatred impression that **** gate gave him is indeed getting heavier.

He clenched his fist tightly, his eyes were blood-red and roared from his mouth the name of that horrible and weird organization: Hell Gate.

"What's the matter? Have you gotten the heavenly book pill?"

In a huge room with a gorgeous but gloomy atmosphere, but seeing that the alcoholic was holding his huge wine gourd in one hand, his face was red and drunk, and after the opposite came back, he was sitting indifferently on the side in purple clothes Ouyang Long Yan asked.

The drunkard looked drunk, not drunk, with a smile.

After the purple-clothed man Ouyang Longyan did come back, his face was cold and ugly, and his handsome face looked suffocating.

"No!" A word came out coldly from Ouyang Longyan's mouth.

After the alcoholic heard the word "none", he didn't show much shock, just smiled slightly.

"Ouyang Longyan, don't forget the purpose of coming out this time... Now that Xuanyuan Sword has already gotten the hand, it is only the day before the book pill scroll. I hope we can **** the heaven book pill scroll as soon as possible, and then leave this ghost place... …" As the alcoholic said, he raised the wine gourd in his hand and took a sip, still screaming in his mouth: good, good.

"I know what to do, I don't need you to remind." Ouyang Longyan said suddenly in a cold voice.

The drunkard smiled strangely: "I'm just afraid that some people will feel homesick in their hearts because they have returned to their previous homes... If you are merciful to the enemy's men, hehe, that's not good..."

"Don't talk nonsense! If you say more, I will kill you."

Suddenly hearing the drunkard stimulating Ouyang Longyan with words, Ouyang Longyan's entire figure suddenly stood up, showing a terrible murderous aura, and his eyes looked fiercely at the alcoholic in front of him.

The alcoholic felt that Ouyang Longyan was really angry, and smiled on his embarrassed face.

Then he said slightly, "I'm just talking... Brother Ouyang, don't be angry, don't be angry."

While talking, he held the wine gourd and took a deep sip into his neck.

What kind of relationship is there between the two in the room? Although they all work for the gates of hell, they are friends at the moment? Or the enemy? Who can know?

He said that the alcoholic was lying on the sofa and drinking his spirits quietly, while Ouyang Longyan gently pulled out the vicious and deadly soft sword from his waist, and then held a white handkerchief in his hand. Wipe the sharp blade lightly...

Roujian made a hissing sound as he wiped his white fingers...

When the two of them were doing their own things, suddenly a stern gust of wind came to their room strangely.

Just as this stern cold wind suddenly blew, suddenly the alcoholic who was lying on the sofa drinking alcohol suddenly turned ugly, and what about Ouyang Longyan? The hand that was gently wiping the blade suddenly stopped moving.

murderous look!

Fierce murderous!

This murderous aura spread across the room instantly like a dark cloud.

This drunkard and Ouyang Longyan were originally excellent masters. At this moment, after feeling the gloomy murderous aura, they all sat quietly and motionless.

They want to see who is here?

Who dares to break into the room of two masters like them?

While the two were sitting quietly, a dark shadow suddenly floated to the center of the room like a ghost.

When this weird and mysterious dark shadow suddenly entered the room, the alcoholic who was lying quietly drinking, suddenly stood upright, and his smiling face instantly became ugly.

And that Ouyang Longyan body didn't know when he was standing there, the soft sword in his hand was trembling slightly, and the front of the sword still carried a hiss of killing aura.

But the two did not do anything, because their eyes suddenly seemed to see an acquaintance.

They saw him!

A man in black!

He is tall and thin, unable to see his face clearly, because his face is completely covered with a black mask, only the exposed pair of eyes are not like human eyes... It is a wild beast, even more terrifying than a wild beast, exuding a weird aura.

It seems that people like him rarely live under the sun, but live under the dark **** all year round.

Who is he? Why are you here suddenly?

But he said that after the strange and masked man came, the drinker suddenly sighed slightly: "Which expert do I think it is? It turned out to be an ecstasy...hehe."