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The human head rolled to the bottom of the wooden table of the banquet, and a pair of dead eyes were wide open, with fear and panic.

"Ah!!h

The whole courtyard suddenly fell silent, and then deafening screams and cries erupted.

The guests who were laughing and drinking, eating and drinking, and the busy people in the house, all retreated in a panic, staring at the location of the door with frightened eyes.

The overturned tables and chairs, the fallen guests, the broken dishes, and the dishes that spilled all over the place made the entire festive house instantly become a place of panic that everyone avoided.

Da-da-da-da!

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and a dark-skinned young man was carrying a Tang knife behind him.

The blade is unsheathed, I don't know what kind of strange metal it is made of, it is dark throughout, and its length is longer than that of Japanese swords in Japan today.

"Black Rakshasa Tang Xiaosheng!"

Among the guests, some people with insight and insight exclaimed.

The Black Rakshasa is a master of using a knife that has emerged in recent years. This person is young, and he has already beaten the invincible opponents in the entire Lingnan.

Especially in the battle of this person's debut, overnight, he picked thirty-six Black Tiger Villages in a row, and beheaded the seventh owner of the Black Wind Village on the list of villains.

It has only been two years since this person's debut, and even many masters of the older generation have been defeated in his hands. And the most frightening thing is that this person kills hard, as long as he does it, he will slaughter all over the house, even chickens and dogs.

It can be said that the Black Rakshasa has made people talk about the change in Lingnan in the past two years, and the name alone can make children stop crying.

"Black Rakshasa, today is the day of my grandson's great joy, I don't know if you are here, why do you want to do it?" Hearing the report from his subordinates, the old man Wei Zhengxiong, the lord of the Wei Mansion, walked out of the inner courtyard with a group of people.

Li Qing stood expressionlessly in the panicked crowd, his gaze sweeping over Old Man Wei. This man was the same old man who had greeted some old friends at the door at the beginning.

"Iron Fist invincible Wei Zhengxiong?" Black Rakshasa Tang Xiaosheng's eyes flashed, and he subconsciously stared at Old Man Wei's fists, with a sneer on his face, "Wei was invincible forty years ago, and now he has become a player?" ”

"Humph!" Old Man Wei's face turned cold, and the two iron balls that were spinning in his hands stopped.

Iron ball, also known as iron egg, Tang Xiaosheng seems to be telling the truth, but he insinuates that the famous iron fist was invincible back then, and now he can only play eggs!

"Black Rakshasa, today is the day of great joy for my Wei Mansion, please respect yourself!" Standing beside Old Man Wei, an old man with a little difference in age spoke in a deep voice.

"It turned out to be the second master of the Wei family, and the judge pen Wei Zhengfeng." Black Rakshasa Tang Xiaosheng glanced at the old man who spoke, and a faint smile appeared on his face, "Of course I know that today is the day of great joy in the Wei Mansion, so when I pass by, I will casually come to ask for a bowl of wine to drink." ”

"However, if you come to the door rashly, although you are just asking for a bowl of wine, it is normal for people to exchange courtesies, and my Black Rakshasa is naturally not exempt from vulgarity."

Tang Xiaosheng smiled softly and threw the wooden box he was holding in his hand towards Old Man Wei.

Swish!

Under Tang Xiaosheng's special technique, a dark energy was hidden on the wooden box and smashed directly towards Old Man Wei's face.

Old Man Wei's face was extremely ugly, this black rakshasa had just come to make trouble and kill people, and now he was talking about giving gifts, but he smashed the wooden box directly into his old face with a wooden box in his hand.

"Dare?!"

At this moment, behind Old Man Wei, a middle-aged man took a step forward, and the palm hidden in the sleeve robe stretched out like an eagle's claw, and grabbed it firmly on the wooden box.

"Fist claw Wei Zhendong?" Tang Xiaosheng's eyes narrowed slightly. The middle-aged man who shot was Wei Zhendong, the eldest son of Old Man Wei, who not only inherited his father's iron fist, but also comprehended and created a twelve-way soul-chasing claw from the iron fist.

Old man Wei has a total of three sons, the eldest son Wei Zhendong, superb martial arts, blue out of blue is better than blue, can be said to be the next head of the Wei Mansion.

The second son, Wei Zhennan, has a flexible mind, and although his martial arts are mediocre, he is also a business wizard who leads the entire commercial channel of the Wei Mansion in Lingnan.

The third son, Wei Zhenbei, is idle, and compared with the two brothers, he is simply a representative of genius and stupidity. But because he is the youngest son of the old man, the deep old man Wei likes it.

"Father, there's something in the box." Wei Zhendong grasped the wooden box with his palm steadily, counteracted the dark energy transmitted on the wooden box, and whispered to Old Man Wei.

"Huh?" Old Man Wei's eyes flashed, this black Rakshasa Tang Xiaosheng suddenly came to the door to kill people on a happy day, which was obviously not bad intentions.

Old Man Wei quietly glanced at Wei Zhendong.

Wei Zhendong nodded, kept the wooden box as far away from his body as possible, and then carefully opened the lid of the wooden box.

"What?!"

Seeing the contents of the box, Wei Zhendong was startled, and his heart, which was originally wary of poisonous insects or other organs in the wooden box, instantly sank.

Inside the wooden box, a smell of blood came out. Among the people, most of them are old rivers and lakes, who have been crawling on the tip of the knife for so many years, and they have long been extremely sensitive to the smell of blood.

"Zhendong." Old Man Wei's face was gloomy, and he shouted Wei Zhendong.

"Father!" Wei Zhendong turned his head, his face was ugly, and his eyes were spewing with raging anger.

And the moment he turned around, everyone also saw the gifts stored in the wooden box.

It was two human heads, two very fresh human heads that had just been cut off.

The human head, with round eyes and a frightened look, did not bat his eyes.

These two heads are familiar to everyone, because they are the heads of the second and third sons of Old Man Wei.

"Zhennan! Zhenbei! ”

Old Man Wei's eyes widened angrily, and the two iron balls in his hand were directly pinched and exploded, and countless iron filings were splashed, and some of the flying broken iron filings directly pierced deeply into the guests who couldn't dodge beside him.

And Old Man Wei's thin, age-spotted hands, unharmed!

"Sure enough, it's invincible with an iron fist, and you can break it when you play with an egg, Tang admires and admires!" Black Rakshasa Tang Xiaosheng glanced at Old Man Wei's unscathed palm, held a bowl of happy wine, raised his head and took a sip with a smile, completely ignoring Old Man Wei's desire to devour people's gaze.

"Why?!" Old Man Wei suppressed his anger, gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and he looked up at the Black Rakshasa.

On the day of the big day, he actually sent his son's head as a gift, which is no longer a matter of face, but an endless hatred of life and death!

"Why?" Tang Xiaosheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled, stretched out his arm holding the wine bowl, and then, his fingers loosened, boom! The porcelain bowl shattered, and the wine splashed.

"Wei Zhengxiong, Tang will tell you now, today, your good grandson of the Wei Mansion is forcibly married, it is my Tang woman, a woman who is pregnant with my son!"

At this time, in the back house of the inner courtyard, a handsome young man, holding a knife in his hand, gently came to the bedside.

On the wedding bed paved with silk and satin, a naked woman with a bulging belly was tied to the bed.

"Well, don't be afraid, it'll be fine in a while." The man gently stroked the woman's hair with his hand, with a loving and gentle smile on his face, and the knife in his hand gently stabbed into the woman's pregnant belly.