Night, impeccably quiet.

This quiet and peaceful atmosphere is always a natural immersion, and no one can imagine that it is on such a quiet and peaceful night, outside the pelvic palace that cannot be found on the map, countless militants guard the gate with heavy guns and nuclear bombs, and inside the palace, a retro building, it is brightly lit.

This building is magnificent and incomparable.

inside the building.

The atmosphere was a little weird.

A hall similar to the Gathering Hall, the incense table is set up, there is a huge chair in the main seat, and on the wall behind the chair, there is a huge painting that ordinary people cannot understand.

Above is the Tibetan horn that everyone can understand, very strange reclining in the attic, staring at the prayer wheel winding and circling downstairs with deep eyes, at first glance, some nondescript, people feel confused, do not know what to do, and carefully observe, but there is a kind of lifelike feeling, as if the horn is alive.

And under this nondescript painting, on the chair made of rosewood, sits a man with a full beard.

This man is not very old, but the bewitchment of his beard makes people think that this guy is estimated to be in the age of standing.

In fact, in this hall similar to the Hall of Justice, the group of guys with special identities sitting in them all understood that the seemingly old guy in front of them was actually only twenty-five or sixteen years old.

His gaze swept across the hall like an eagle, and suddenly an overwhelming aura of strength poured over him like water.

Under the hall. Tu Shixiong, who came from afar to the desert, looked at this man, and suddenly his heart trembled involuntarily.

This man, that kind of sharp eyes. It's a magic force that makes you feel like you're shivering from the depths of your soul.

In the hall, under the chairs, sit on the left and right.

On the right side, there sat an old acquaintance, Feng Hu.

This bull-eared man who crisscrosses the underground world of Spring City. The fat body, as if it was about to overwhelm the chair, crossed Erlang's legs. Picking his teeth with a toothpick, he looked arrogant.

And what is strange is that Tu Shixiong, who came here at the latest, was fortunate enough to sit on the left side for the second time.

Feng Hu looked at Tu Shixiong coldly from the beginning. Seem. No matter how much he wanted to break his head, he wouldn't have thought that the nerd who followed Mr. Tu south to Spring City would suddenly have so much higher status in the underground world?

Can you make the bearded man sitting in front of him add blue eyes?

This fucking world is really painful.

And Tu Shixiong, in the face of Feng Hu's occasionally provocative gaze, just smiled slightly, gentle and elegant.

Confucian generals?

Feng Hu's mind flashed this word that he had forgotten for many years, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

There are 12 chairs in each of the seats in the main hall. The dark cards that represent the forces of the underworld are on par with Longmen, and they are all bigwigs with great backgrounds. It's just that under the coercion of the Dragon Gate, he didn't dare to hide the king in the dark too rampantly.

The bearded host, the man sitting in the upper seat at the moment, groaned slightly, waved his hand, and said to everyone in the hall: "You don't need me to introduce you, you must all know their respective identities." ”

No one spoke, all eyes were on this man.

"I believe that everyone knows the purpose of inviting everyone to come this time, so I don't want to bother more, twenty years ago, Yun Yao three thousand dead soldiers pacified the turmoil caused by my father in the five southwestern provinces, causing my father to live in exile, although now, his old man has gone to the crane immortal, but today, after his Yun Yao's death, Yun Zhan Ge is difficult to hold alone, I, Liancheng Aoki, are back!" The man said softly, his tone was not loud, but there was an inexplicable majesty, and in this majesty, there was a chilling hideous killing intent.

Almost at the same time, everyone present felt that kind of breath, and they were all a little uneasy.

Tiger father has no dog!

This is a true portrayal of Liancheng Aoki.

Back then, Liancheng Aoki's father, Liancheng Elegance, set off a storm in the entire five southwestern provinces, and everyone here knew the roots, so there was no doubt about Liancheng Aoki's words.

Questioned?

When Liancheng was elegant and downtrodden in India, Liancheng Aoki was five years old, and in the process of Yunyao's 3,000 dead soldiers, this five-year-old child, when retreating, once used a blade as thin as a cicada's wing, coupled with seamless camouflage, and finally killed a Longmen member who carelessly lost Jingzhou.

That's a clean cut throat with a razor blade.

For some reason, hearing Liancheng Aoki's words, a middle-aged man in his thirties, dressed in an unknown suit and looking gentle, couldn't help but shudder.

That thousand-mile escape, it was he who fled with only five years old Liancheng Aoki, and caught a turtle in the urn of the Longmen member of the Longmen who was caught by the Longmen mantis cicada in the Yongguan area, and he thought that Liancheng Aoki would definitely die, and he was ready to die as a martyr, but, no one could have imagined that it was this milky little kid who slaughtered the member of the Longmen with his own hands, and the bloody scene made him think of it now, and he was also shocked.

This man, called Chen Qingniu, the former chief scoop of the five southwestern provinces, completely fell when Yunyao's three thousand dead soldiers crushed this river and lake, and it was rumored that this man had died under the iron hooves of Longmen back then, but, no one would have thought that this man was not dead, and he lived a very nourishing life.

This group of people has been secretly planning for so many years, isn't it just waiting for Yun Yao to die this day?

And now, this day has come, and their looks, in addition to excitement, are also an indescribable pleasure.

The rivers and lakes are easy to grow old, and the turmoil changes.

Rivers and mountains are always replaced in the silent years, and generations of heroes who may be famous all over the world are mostly buried in the green marks of the years, which is the helplessness of this river and lake, and it is also the luck of this river and lake.

"When my father fled, he was like a mourning dog, and now that I'm back, I hope this reincarnation can be reversed, I hope that Yun Zhan Ge's roles will be reversed, and I will not only kill Yun Zhan Ge, but I will also take down the underground forces of Longmen in the entire Huaxia!" Liancheng Aoki looked at the hall and suddenly said coldly.

At this moment, a momentum of contemplating all living beings burst out instantly.

At this moment, everyone looked at Liancheng Aoki with excitement.

At this moment, the entire pelvic palace was filled with a strong killing atmosphere.

Twenty years, how many twenty years are there in life?

Twenty years of Taoguang and obscurity, making a comeback, Longmen, is it fish and meat, let others slaughter? (To be continued......)