Xiang Xiaofeng said, "Uncle He, you can entertain these guests, Xiaofeng, you come with me." ≥ A ≧ ≥ <≦≦.≦M"

With that, she turned and walked inside.

Lin Xiaofeng hurriedly followed her.

Xiang Zhu took Lin Xiaofeng to her own bedroom.

After closing the door, she suddenly hugged Lin Xiaofeng, and then cried.

Lin Xiaofeng hugged her back: "Saint, the death of the Holy Lord, I am also very surprised, don't be too sad." ”

"Nope." Xiang Zhu shook his head slightly: "My father is not dead yet." ”

Forehead.

Lin Xiaofeng was stunned, and he didn't understand Xiang Xu's words.

Xiang Zhu sighed and said: "This is a fake mourning hall, the fake news I deliberately spread, these are all undercover agents in the manor, Wan Heyu"

"I see." Lin Xiaofeng's eyes lit up: "Are you trying to trick Wan Heyu into doing it?" ”

Xiang Zhu nodded helplessly: "My father is still alive, but the situation is not optimistic, there are three days at most, I'm afraid he will die." ”

"If Wan Heyu suddenly attacks in the past three days, then everything is okay, with my father here, he can suppress most of Wan Heyu's subordinates, even if he has fainted."

After a pause, Xiang Zhu sighed and said, "But if my father really dies, everything will have no power to return to heaven." ”

Lin Xiaofeng slowly sat down opposite her.

Xiang Zhu lowered his head: "I cried just now, just because I was under too much pressure recently." ”

As she spoke, she let out a sigh.

Whether it's the pressure of the struggle for the power of the Holy Church, or the imminent death of his own father, or the life and death of these people who are loyal to their father.

In short, all this was accumulated on Xiang Xu, making her almost out of breath.

What's more, she can't show it in front of Uncle He and others.

Lin Xiaofeng also felt the extreme pressure on her shoulders.

"Don't think about it." Lin Xiaofeng patted her on the shoulder: "If the situation really reaches the worst, let's leave the Holy Sect and find a place where no one is there and live well." ”

"How is it possible, Wan Heyu can let me go so easily?" Xiang Zhu smiled bitterly.

Lin Xiaofeng said with firm eyes: "I can deal with these problems, it's a big deal that I will ask the evil teacher to come and have a long talk with him." ”

"You are threatening him, treating the symptoms but not the root cause." Xiang Zhu shook his head and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "I thought about it, even if I die, I have to stay in this manor." ”

"My father is the Holy Lord, how can his daughter run away in fear of death? Even if you die, you have to die standing up. ”

With a firm look, Lin Xiaofeng said, "You really don't think about it?" ”

Xiang Zhu shook his head.

Lin Xiaofeng held her hand: "Okay, I'll accompany you." ”

"Hmm." Xiang Xu's eyes nodded slightly.

Xiang Zhu didn't persuade Lin Xiaofeng to leave.

She understood that Lin Xiaofeng had set foot on this land of the Holy Sect and fallen into this quagmire for his own sake.

No matter how much she said, it would be impossible for Lin Xiaofeng to leave.

After a while, the two of them walked out of the room.

Xiang Xu's mood was obviously much better.

When the two returned to the hall, Bo sat down in his chair with a pale face and trembling all over.

The others didn't speak, as if they didn't know what the situation was, and when they talked to Uncle He, he also kept silent.

"Uncle Ho, what's wrong?" Xiang Zhu asked.

"Miss." He Bo bowed down to Xiang Zhu with a puff, and kept kowtowing: "The Holy Lord Immortal has passed away!" ”

Many people in the hall had strange eyes.

I thought, isn't this nonsense, the Holy Lord is not dead, how can this mourning hall be set up?

Only Lin Xiaofeng and Xiang Zhu could understand the meaning of He Bo's words.

When Xiang Zhu heard this, his whole body went limp, and he almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Lin Xiaofeng was on the side, and he reacted quickly to support Xiang Xu.

Xiang Zhu also trembled slightly.

"Really, really?" Xiang Zhu asked through gritted teeth.

"Old, how dare the old slave deceive Miss?" He Bo knelt on the ground, his head kept knocking, and the floor tiles were stained with a lot of bright red blood.

"Herald, music." Xiang Zhu had tears in his eyes and shouted loudly.

At this time, a band that had been waiting outside for a long time began to play mourning music, playing erhu and blowing trumpets.

Lin Xiaofeng patted Xiang Xu's shoulder.

Unexpectedly, just after saying those words to Xiang Xu, the Holy Lord was really dead.

This is damn.

Lin Xiaofeng only had helplessness in his heart.

He sat cross-legged in front of the Holy Spirit, pinched the Dharma, and began to recite the scriptures.

Many people in the hall came back to their senses, and the death of the Holy Lord before the feeling was a fraudulent death, and now it is really dead.

Those die-hard loyalists of the Holy Lord all wailed and cried, blaming Uncle He for not being righteous, why didn't he tell them first, so that they didn't really see the last side of the Holy Lord.

……

At the same time, Wan Heyu's home.

A gan protector elder sat in the hall, Wan Heyu's face was embarrassed! Thirty elites were prepared, but they failed to take down Lin Xiaofeng, so does Lin Xiaofeng have three heads and six arms or what? ”

"Ji Niangzi, I have long said that it is useless, but I didn't expect to succeed in dealing with such a little guy as Lin Xiaofeng." Zeng Guofan sneered.

He and Ji Niangzi don't deal with each other.

Before, he wanted to soak Ji Niangzi, but Ji Niangzi not only refused, but also humiliated him for something.

Until now, is it his style not to fall into the well?

Wan Heyu took a deep breath: "Okay, Ji Niangzi has been arrested, and if you want to hold her responsible, you have to rescue her." ”

"But Pang Chen actually brought those people from the Double Dragon Sect into the manor, what can I do?" An elder said.

"It's a bit troublesome, but it's not time to tear your face yet, at least you have to wait for that immortal to pass away." Zeng Guofan nodded.

As soon as these words fell, Wan Heyu's door was slammed open.

The people in the hall were taken aback, and they thought that Xiang Zhu and they decided to draw salaries from the bottom of the kettle and came to the door.

Unexpectedly, what ran in was a Dharma protector surnamed Li.

"Protector Li is so majestic, when he entered the house of the Ten Thousand Deputy Sect Masters, he didn't knock on the door, and he just knocked it open." Zeng Guofan sneered.

Wan Heyu also had a bad face to protect the Dharma, he was also taken aback, not to say, this bastard didn't knock on the door, what does it mean to hit the door directly?

If you don't give him an explanation, Wan Heyu will have to peel off the skin of this surnamed Li.

Li Protector couldn't care about the eyes of the people around him at this time, and said tremblingly: "Hey, report to the Ten Thousand Deputy Sect Leader, the Holy Lord, his old man, the immortal has passed away!" ”

Zeng Guofan laughed and said, "Didn't there be news before, saying that the Holy Lord is dead?" ”

Regarding this news, Wan Heyu and the Elder Protector were all skeptical and did not dare to act rashly.

But this Li Protector said: "This time, I'm afraid it's true, otherwise I wouldn't dare to directly hit the door of the Ten Thousand Deputy Sect Masters by borrowing a few of my guts." "Announcement: Biquge APP is online, supporting Android and Apple. Please pay attention to the WeChat public account to enter the download and install appxsyd (press and hold for three seconds to copy)