"Reparations?" Peng Shuang smiled obscenely, revealing the two big yellow teeth in his mouth, staring at Zhu'er tightly and said, "Tell me, what do you want to do?" ”

"This? Why don't you sing one to your uncle? Zhu'er looked at Qiubo and replied shyly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Okay, come on, come on, sit on my lap." When Peng Wushuang heard this, he immediately smiled and closed his mouth, and immediately stretched out his big hand like a fan to pull Zhu'er into his arms, and Zhu'er did not resist, so he sat down on Peng Wushuang's lap generously in front of the public. The two people next to him immediately shouted loudly, and all kinds of sycophantic words blurted out like a serial cannon.

"Why is this bead so shameless?" Duan Lingyue was watching Zhu'er's frequent autumn waves, as a daughter, she naturally didn't like it, and her disgust was overflowing.

"Don't rush yet, let's see." Although Duan Yuqing didn't know why, she always felt that things were by no means so simple, and signaled Ling Yue not to act rashly.

And Peng Wushuang, who was watching everyone, stared at Zhu'er like a hungry wolf, his eyes were about to pop out, and his hands began to swim unconsciously.

"Little lady, you are so beautiful, don't be in a hurry to sing first, come, uncle, I'll kiss one." Peng Wushuang's eyes narrowed, and he arched his big mouth full of wine and leaned towards Zhu'er Zhu's lips.

And Zhu'er faced Peng Wushuang, but did not resist, but took the initiative to hug Peng Wushuang, saying that it was too late, it was fast, the old man who was blowing on the side at the beginning quietly approached Peng Wushuang's back while Peng Wushuang's attention was focused on Zhu'er, and when Peng Wushuang arched his mouth to kiss Zhu'er, he turned his hand and instantly took out a delicate dagger from the erhu handle, and stabbed it towards the heart socket with his hand.

The sound of "poof" started, only to hear Peng Wushuang roar loudly in pain, and the tip of the dagger in the old man's hand was not in the skin, and it was difficult to enter an inch. Peng Wushuang's face showed a fierce look, struggling hard, how could Zhu'er's thin arms and legs be held, and Peng Wushuang broke free in three or two strokes, and swept Zhu'er aside with a big hand, and turned around to kick out with flying feet, kicking the old man out of the door, only to see a clanging noise, broken beads and jade, broken tables and chairs, and seeing that the old man could not live.

"Grandpa!" Zhu'er saw the old man flying out, she couldn't help but grieve, she shouted, her jade hand covered her cheek, her cheeks were swollen high, and the silver teeth in her mouth were crushed, I don't know if it was hurt or grief, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Who are you, you dare to plot against Lao Tzu, say!" Peng Wushuang was fierce at this moment, got up and stood up, revealing a piece of black hair on his chest, and walked towards Zhu'er, pulling Zhu'er's mantle with one hand, and raised it viciously.

"Peng Wushuang, you old thief, my Peng family treated you well at the beginning, you actually took revenge, coveted my mother's beauty, killed 72 members of my Peng family, and robbed my mother into the mountains to torture to death, this revenge is not avenged." Anger surged out of Zhu'er's eyes, and a mouthful of blood foamed on Peng Wushuang's face.

"Are you from the Peng Mansion in Ganxi?" Peng Wushuang wiped the blood from his face nonchalantly, his eyes widened, and he asked.

"That's right, I am the daughter of Peng Qing of Peng Mansion, and Han Ling is my mother."

As soon as these words came out, everyone around exploded and talked about it. Ganxi Peng Mansion is a local famous official family, suddenly heard that people were slaughtered all over the door overnight, there is no living mouth, the court behind all kinds of investigation, still has no results, and then becomes a headless public case, who knows that today I actually heard such news.

At this moment, Peng Wushuang's face in the field was blue and white for a while, his horizontal flesh surged, his big eyes were rolling, and he smiled cruelly: "Don't you say that I haven't remembered it, Han Ling, this little lady, is in good shape, very energetic, but it's a pity that she can't stand the toss, and she died of anger in two clicks, I didn't expect that Peng Mansion still has you who have slipped through the net, this is good, you sent it to the door yourself." Don't worry, I will let you enjoy the unforgettable taste of those days in Lingtang."

After speaking, as soon as Peng Wushuang's right hand was released, Zhu'er fell to the ground, and at the same time picked up the machete and slashed it, and then heard a "tearing" sound, cracks and silks flew, revealing the inner robe, seeing that Peng Wushuang actually planned to stage a live spring palace in the eyes of everyone.

"Thief, you dare!" At this time, Duan Lingyue, who had been watching coldly beside him, couldn't bear it, slapped the table, got up, pulled his right hand with a stroke, and the soft sword on his waist rose in response, and the starting hand was the famous swordsmanship of Heavenly Sword Mountain Villa - Breaking the Sky Sword Technique.

"Another one looking for death!" Seeing Duan Ling Yue flying towards him, Peng Wushuang roared angrily, raised his machete and slashed head-on, seeing that the knife was mixed with a whistling wind, and when he was about to slash Ling Yue's soft sword, he saw that Ling Yue's sword momentum changed, but it was the starting style of the Broken Sky Sword Technique - Ling Jian Breaking Soul.

Peng Wushuang's starting hand is a big move, although the momentum is more than enough, but it is not flexible enough, Duan Lingyue has already been on the side, and he can see the disadvantages at a glance, so he starts to make a false move, and the sword move mutates in a critical situation, and it really has a miraculous effect, a sword stabs at the soft underbelly of Peng Wushuang's waist and abdomen, and strives to kill Peng Wushuang with a sword, but unfortunately the tip of the sword enters the flesh for three points, and it cannot be pierced, Peng Wushuang suffers a loss with a move, and can't help but be angry, the big knife turns into a split, and slashes at Duan Lingyue diagonally.

"Be careful, Ling Yue, this person is not bad at practicing kung fu, don't attack rashly." On the side, Duan Yuqing was afraid that Ling Yue would suffer a loss, so she hurriedly reminded her.

A good Duan Lingyue, although the first battle against the enemy, inexperienced, but he was superior in swordsmanship, seeing the machete slashing obliquely, I saw Xiao Man's waist twisted sideways, and the figure rose into the air, narrowly dodging this knife, and at the same time, it was a volley phantom stabbing out, and suddenly the sword pulled the silver flower, and attacked the seven big points around Peng Wushuang's body.

Duan Lingyue's idea is right, a woman with strength will always be the one who suffers, especially if the opponent is still a character who wants to be as rough as a bear, it is definitely not a wise choice to compare strength, but Ling Yue is better at swordsmanship, and with skillful strength, Peng Wu, who immediately hit Peng Wu, was busy with both hands and roared angrily. It's just that Ling Yue's skills are not deep after all, although she is superior in her swordsmanship, she can only leave one blood hole after another on Peng Wushuang's body, which is quite scary to look at, but she has not been able to achieve any substantive results.

On the other hand, Peng Wushuang became more and more courageous, and after a while, Duan Lingyue was at a disadvantage, and he could only rely on his own exquisite body skills to support him, after all, Duan Lingyue was practicing kung fu in the face of Peng Wushuang's body, just like a bee against the king eight, it was always difficult to cause effective damage, and Duan Yuqing on the side was even more secretly anxious, waiting for the opportunity to help Duan Lingyue.

"Enough!" Suddenly a shout came, and I saw a cyan figure flash out, flying into the middle of Peng Wushuang Duan Lingyue at once, and at the same time, they raised their palms on the left and right, and pushed Duan Lingyue's soft sword to the side, while Peng Wushuang on the other side was not so relaxed, only to feel a huge force coming from in front of him, mixed with the sound of wind and thunder. Peng Wushuang didn't dare to be careless at all, and rolled on his side with a lazy donkey, which was able to avoid this palm, only to see that the palm wind was directly imprinted on Peng Wushuang's original position, leaving a charred black palm print on the ground, which was very eye-catching.

"Gale Thunder Palm!" Peng Wushuang exclaimed, turned his head to look, and at the same time, Duan Lingyue would also come to his senses, carefully looking at the person who had just intervened, only to see that the person who came was dressed in green clothes, with a hairpin on his head, his palms were horizontal, his face was indifferent, his eyebrows were square and his eyes were round, he was very handsome, and he had the style of everyone.

"Great Wind Thunder Palm, who is Your Excellency from the Wind Thunder Pavilion?" Peng Wushuang's eyes were staring at the person who came, and he was shocked, and asked out loud.

"He is my young master of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, Ling Yuntian", at this time, an old servant walked out of the side, slowly walked to the Tsing Yi people, although he was over sixty years old, but his pace was steady, his eyes were charming, and he was a master of the inner family at a glance, and at the same time, with a wave of his hand, the two figures were thrown to Peng Wushuang's feet, Peng Wushuang fixed his eyes and looked, it was the man who was just walking around him. But at this moment, he was lying on the ground like a dead dog.

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