It is worthy of a family of cultivators, and even the entrance is built so high-end, it is comparable to the scale of a small sect.

Dong Kun stood by the door with a guilty face, looking depressed, as if he had betrayed the entire family.

Reluctantly reached out and made a gesture to me please.

As I walked over, I said:

"Don't worry, I'll only kill those who deserve to be killed!"

I have seen too many Tu clans and Tu sects, from the Xu Zixuan family at the beginning, to Liu Kai's family, and the Lingshan Sect, which has long been full of corpses and bones.

Let me know that no matter how bad the evil forces are, there are innocent people involved.

Maybe it also has something to do with my current state of mind, which has changed a lot from before, and this kind of indiscriminate killing of butchers, at least for now, I will never do it.

However, this does not mean that I will be merciful.

Those who kill the villagers, those who demolish the ancestral hall, I will make them pay.

When Dong Kun heard me say this, he felt better, nodded gratefully, and then led me towards the stone gate.

As soon as he stepped in, Dong Kun withdrew his waist card, and the stone gate slowly fell.

Then, a row of lights were lit up to illuminate the road at the entrance.

The entrance of Dong's house is equivalent to digging a tunnel out of the bottom of the mountain, which is several hundred meters long, and the walls on both sides are decorated with simple splicing of tiles, and the ground is clean and tidy.

Before leaving, I asked for Dong Kun's waist card and asked how to open the stone door, so as not to be trapped here with a sudden change in the situation.

Walking out of the tunnel, there are 100 steps of stairs facing upward, and the ancient courtyard can already be seen on the mountainside.

According to Dong Kun, this piece of mountains is run by the Dong family, specializing in entertaining business partners or wealthy people.

And the Moon Picking Villa where they live has a history of hundreds of years.

Walking up the stairs, Dong Kun became more and more nervous, and cold sweat broke out.

He retreated halfway:

Senior Li Xiao...... Otherwise, I won't go. ”

He has already arrived here, and no one has seen him, how can he be let go.

I didn't bother to talk nonsense, so I grabbed his broken wrist and dragged him straight up.

Dong Kun screamed in pain, and when we went up to the door of the Moon Picking Villa, his screams also attracted the attention of several monks guarding the door.

Several of them had the cultivation of five or six grades of spiritual flowers, and when they saw Dong Kun's face pale and painful, they hurriedly asked:

"Young Master Dong Kun, you are ......"

One of them was the first to react, and pointed at me with a sinking face, and then scolded:

"Bold murderer!

Then several people drew their weapons from behind their waists and guarded in front of the villa, and one of them sneaked into the villa, probably calling someone to go.

I looked down at Dong Kun in surprise and asked:

"Are you still the young master of the Dong family?"

Dong Kun had an expression of bitterness that he couldn't say, and he wanted to explain the pain of breaking his wrist and being pinched by me, so he squeezed for a long time, and he didn't have the strength to open his mouth.

As soon as I let go, he fell to the ground in embarrassment, and after a few breaths, he said:

"There are dozens of young masters in the Dong family, and I am just one of them with a very low status......

No wonder Dong Kun will be in charge of the outside business, it turns out that it is really the young master of the Dong family.

No matter how many young masters the Dong family has, if they are so reused, their status is definitely not low.

At this time, the guards saw that Dong Kun was so offended, but when they saw that I only had the cultivation of Lingye Yipin, they all scolded again:

"I advise you to be honest, if you hurt Young Master Dong Kun, don't think about getting out alive!"

"The Dong family is not something that a little monk like you can afford to mess with!"

"It's just a spirit leaf, I really don't know where you got the guts!"

As they spoke, several people became more and more excited, and they were about to come up and invite the Savior.

Before they could rush over a few steps, they heard Dong Kun shout angrily:

"Get the hell out of here!

"Do you know what my cultivation is? I'm still like this, what else can you do?"

Dong Kun said, and deliberately showed the mark of his Spirit Lotus Three Rank Realm to those guards.

It is enough to see that Dong Kun's character is still good, and he does not treat people as people.

Although he scolded them, he actually saw that they wanted to protect the Lord and tried their best to protect them.

Otherwise, they call, and for me, it's easier than pinching ants.

I picked up Dong Kun again, walked between the people, and strode into the Moon Picking Villa.

The bluestone bricks on the ground, including the old tiles of the courtyard, and the stone benches and small stone mountains with unique shapes, all have a strong ancient temperament, and they are by no means fake.

As soon as they reached the center of the courtyard, two men in black jumped from the roof.

The two of them are extremely fast, and they should be the Guardian Assassins who have been ambushed on the top of the mountain all year round.

Feeling their aura approaching, I instantly released the demonic aura.

First, he dodged dozens of deadly darts sideways, then turned over and jumped up, first kicking the man in black on the left with a "bang".

Then he turned around and grabbed the arm of the other man in black.

The same kick "bang!" kicked over, and the two men in black fell into the corners of the left and right courtyards almost simultaneously, clutching their chests and unable to get up for a long time.

As an assassin monk, they are very fast, but when I perceive my strength, I will only be faster than them.

It reminded me of the Darkblade Guardian I had seen at the beginning, and compared to her, the two of them were almost like a family member.

The two men in black barely stood up, and were about to raise their swords to attack, but they were forcibly stopped by Dong Kun quietly reaching out.

Only Dong Kun knows that my lethality is not something they can match.

Continuing on, we passed through a welcoming parlor with a very spacious courtyard and a living room facing the door, with a road leading to the inner courtyard on both sides.

At this time, the people of the Dong family finally walked out from both sides.

Led by two old men, who were related by blood at a glance, wearing rusty and luxurious robes, they were estimated to be seventy or eighty years old, and their sideburns and beards were also snow-white.

Behind them were men, women, and children, most of whom looked quite alike.

The highest cultivation is these two old men, the Linglian Eight Rank Realm.

Facing the real family system for the first time, this momentum of having a blood relationship twisted into a rope is indeed different.

"What's wrong with Xiao Dong, who is he?"

"Why was my brother bullied, Dad, avenge my brother!"

"What's the situation with this kid, he actually got here! Is it really that there is no one in the Dong family!"

……

Seeing that everyone was almost here, I also let go of Dong Kun's hand.

Dong Kun lowered his head and didn't dare to raise his head in shame.

The old man of the Dong family, who was the leader, looked at my posture, but he understood it quite well, and first waved his hand:

"Women and children are all taken to the backyard, and they are not allowed to come out without my order!"

After all the people who should have left were gone, the two old men took the initiative to walk to the crowd, and they had been looking at me for a long time, and then asked curiously:

"Dare to ask this little brother, what grievances does he have with Xiao Kun?"

I said bluntly:

"My name is Li Xiao!"

As soon as he said this, he instantly stirred up waves in the crowd of the Dong family.

Obviously, most of the Dong family, especially the younger ones, knew my name.

On the contrary, the two old men looked at each other, as if they were ignorant and did not know at all.

It seems that there is something else to the matter.

They frowned, looked back at the juniors behind them, and asked sharply:

"You all know each other?"

These juniors have avoided their gaze, and no one wants to talk too much.

Finally, a middle-aged man in his forties with a sturdy figure and a beard pointed at me with gritted teeth on his face:

"It's him! Kill my son Dong Chengxun!"

(Good night)