Wuxia: You Can't Start Without Mrs. Guo!

"Thank you, my lord, for your mercy!"

Facing the strength shown by Qin Feng, the four guards retreated helplessly with the injured Duan Zhengchun.

"Qin Dage, why don't you just kill them?"

Looking at the leaving figures, Ah Zi pouted and said:

"Humph."

"They bully me, I will follow now, and secretly poison them to death when they leave the inn!"

It was not like this in the Xingxiu Sect just now. With one move, Ding Chunqiu was frozen into an ice sculpture, and the next move directly wiped out the entire sect.

Knowing that Duan Zhengchun was gone, Ruan Xingzhu also helped Qin Feng clean up, so he had the time to talk.

Hearing that Ah Zi was going to kill Duan Zhengchun with poison, she was shocked and said quickly:

"Ah Zi stop!"

"He is your father!"

"what?!"

Ah Zi was stunned, she looked at Ruan Xingzhu who hurriedly stood up without a piece of her body in disbelief, and couldn't believe it:

"You say that man is my father?"

Ruan Xingzhu glanced at Qin Feng, and found that 617 didn't have any bad reactions, so he felt relieved, nodded and said:

"Yes, he is your father!"

"Qin Dage, is what my mother said true?"

Ah Zi looked at Qin Feng and asked.

"good."

Qin Feng nodded.

"No wonder you let them go.

Ah Zi suddenly realized.

Looking at the appearance of the two of them again, Own's mother is in the house with another man, and Own's father is outside the house.

Looking at this scene, Ah Zi couldn't help but sigh with emotion:

"You guys really know how to play!"

within Dali.

From the Valley of Myriad Tribulations, there was a sudden shout:

"Baby Gan, get out!"

"Senior sister, why are you so angry?"

A soft voice in the valley responded, and then a beautiful and mature woman came out of the house.

Gan Baobao looked at Qin Hongmian who was glaring at him, and then looked at Mu Wanqing next to him, who had lost her previous veil, revealing (aecb) a charming and unparalleled face, and said curiously:

"Why did the nephew take off his veil?"

A shyness flashed across Mu Wanqing's eyes, and the picture of herself and her lover appeared in her mind, and she was extremely looking forward to the next meeting.

Different from Mu Wanqing's shyness, Qin Hongmian was even more furious when Gan Baobao mentioned her daughter's veil.

If she hadn't listened to Gan Baobao's instigation, how could she have taken her daughter to Gusu to assassinate Li Qingluo, and how could she have allowed her daughter's veil to be taken off by that shameless person and "be born innocent.

Even I was severely tortured and humiliated by that shameless person in my dream.

Although it was fake, the unforgettable sense of reality made her shudder every time she thought about it.

The instigator who caused all this to happen is this Baby Gan, without her instigation, none of this would have happened.

"Baby Gan, I will kill you today!"

Thinking of this, Qin Hongmian couldn't bear it anymore, drew out the dagger from his waist, and killed Gan Baobao.

Gan Baobao was thinking about what happened to Mu Wanqing's body, when he saw Qin Hongmian suddenly draw a knife to face him, he was startled, jumped to avoid it, and shouted tenderly:

"Senior sister, are you crazy?!"

"Master, what are you doing?"

Mu Wanqing was also taken aback, not understanding why the master would do something to the uncle.

Qin Hongmian didn't care about it, and the two short knives gleamed [request to kill Gan Baobao's vitals.

Gan Baobao didn't dare to be careless, her martial arts were slightly inferior to Qin Hongmian's, and she concentrated on dodging.

"Master, stop hitting!"

Mu Wanqing watched anxiously from the side.

"Well, you Shura knife, dare to hurt my wife in my valley of myriad calamities, I must teach you a lesson today!"

Just when Mu Wanqing was hesitating whether to step forward to stop him, an ugly man appeared with an ugly voice and attacked Qin Hongmian.

The person who came was Zhong Wanchou, the owner of the Valley of Myriad Tribulations.

"Don't even think about hurting my master!"

The nurse Mu Wanqing was eager to step on her feet with mysterious steps, and stopped in front of Zhong Wanchou in a flash.

For own women, Qin Feng did not favor one over the other, when parting from Mu Wanqing, like Zhong Ling, he passed on all the martial arts he could teach to her.

"Little girl, I don't want to hurt you, give way to me!"

Seeing that Baby Gan was in danger, Zhong Wanchou cried out in anxiety.

He tried to use Movement Technique to skip Mu Wanqing, but he was always blocked, and the footwork used by the other party seemed familiar somewhere.

Before he had time to think about it, Zhong Wanchou saw that he couldn't avoid it, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed Mu Wanqing, planning to subdue him first and then help Baby Gan.

However, Zhong Wanchou never expected that the present Mu Wanqing is no longer the original Wuxia Ameng, after Qin Feng's in-depth guidance, she has already been completely reborn.

Originally, Zhong Wanchou's martial arts were not very good, and he was able to make some fame only because he was in a tiny place like Dali.

If he dared to go to the Martial Forest of the Song Dynasty or the Rivers and Lakes of the Ming Dynasty, his title of killing anyone at sight would probably be picked up by a young hero who is a hero.

Seeing Zhong Wanchou attacking him, Mu Wanqing is not afraid at all when facing this uncle and husband whom he was never an opponent in the past.

Thinking of the in-depth and simple teachings from his lover before he left, his eyes were full of confidence, Lingbo changed his steps slightly, walked around behind Zhong Wanchou, and slapped his palm on the other's back.

"what"

Zhong Wanchou let out a cry of pain, and was slapped on the ground by Mu Wanqing's strong palm, turned over and dared not say anything:

"Why are your martial arts so high?!"

"None of your business!"

Mu Wanqing raised her chin and snorted.

In my heart, my love for my lover has grown stronger.

Thinking that when we meet next time, we must serve each other well and make our feelings satisfied. .