After Xiao Jin was "invited" away, two Ming guards dragged Wang Dongle out of the cell on the side and hung it on the wooden frame in front of Xiao Yu, and then one of the Ming guards picked up the cold water that had been prepared on the side and poured it on Wang Dongle's head.

Wang Dongle, who was already a waste, woke up slowly, and what caught his eye was Xiao Yu's expressionless face.

Today, Xiao Yu did not wear a sword, but wore Hei Xuan taken from Wang Dongle's hands, at this moment Xiao Yu took Hei Xuan off his waist, held the knife in both hands, and said coldly: "You are Wang Dongle?"

Wang Dongle snorted coldly and did not speak.

After all, Xiao Jin is a member of the Xiao family, Xiao Yu still has three points of leeway, and Xiao Yu is not so patient when dealing with a madman who doesn't know the details, he raised his chin, and Ming Wei on the side understood, picked up a whip full of barbs and whipped Wang Dongle fiercely. The whip is made entirely of black iron, and the whip is covered with barbs, which can pierce into the skin with a light touch, and tear off a piece of skin and flesh when you pull it, which is naturally inherited from the means of the Secret Guard.

Even if Wang Dongle has experienced a lot of fighting over the years, and there are countless scars on his body, at this moment, under this whip, he is also a violent convulsion, but since he is a madman, he can't be speculated by common sense, the harder Ming Wei whips, the more Wang Dongle laughs, and almost hysterical: "That's right, Lao Tzu is Wang Dongle!"

Xiao Yu frowned and asked bluntly, "Why did you kill me?"

Wang Dongle sneered and said: "You cut off my arm and hinder my future, why can't I kill you? What kind of thing are you? Why can you ride on Lao Tzu's head? Why can't I kill you? What Lao Tzu looks down on the most in his life is a little white face like you, and you can kill a son of a wealthy family like you." ”

Xiao Yu's expression was unwavering, and he didn't see any movement, a bright red palm print suddenly appeared on Wang Dongle's left cheek, Wang Dongle coughed violently, and spit out a mouthful of blood foam and a few broken teeth from his mouth.

Wang Dongle's eyes were red, and he roared angrily: "Xiao Yu! If you have the fucking ability, you will kill Lao Tzu! Otherwise, when Lao Tzu goes out, you will definitely ...... your princess daughter-in-law."

Before Wang Dongle finished speaking, a bright red palm print appeared on his right cheek, but this time there was no favoritism, and the two cheeks were completely symmetrical.

Xiao Yu took the handkerchief handed over by Ming Wei on the side, wiped his hands slowly, and said calmly: "Speak well." ”

Wang Dongle spit out a few more broken teeth and stopped talking, just staring at Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu picked up the black Xuan in his hand, and then asked, "Where did this knife come from?"

Wang Dongle is a loose cultivator who is crawling and fighting from the bottom, both dare to work hard, but spare his life, belongs to the kind of ruthless character who can live, what does it matter if people die in the world, he regards Xiao Yu as the enemy of life, but again and again, he has been defeated in the hands of Xiao Yu, which is a shame for his life, and he also knows that he has fallen into the hands of Xiao Yu, although this so-called son of the family is more handsome than himself, but he has a very hot heart, but it is more than that, he Wang Dongle has no chance to get out alive, so he doesn't care about anything, and has made up his mind to carry Xiao Yu to the end。

Seeing that Wang Dongle was silent, Xiao Yu turned his head to Ming Wei, who was eager to try, and ordered: "Continue to torture until he speaks, as long as you don't beat him to death, you can do it by any means." ”

After Ming Wei received the order, he stepped forward with a cruel smile, while Xiao Yu got up from the chair, didn't look at the cruel scene behind him, and walked out alone.

Xiao Yu, who had a cold face, walked out of the dungeon with the handkerchief just now, and walked through the corridor, the Ming guards who were standing on the road were silent, and they stood sideways and bowed their heads one by one, Xiao Yu walked out of the small courtyard as if there was no one next to him, and Zhuge Gong, who had been waiting for a long time, greeted him and said: "Lord Wang, the second son has been arranged." ”

Xiao Yu snorted and waved his hand to signal Zhuge Gong to retreat.

At this time, the sky was already dark, Xiao Yu put his hands behind his back and walked leisurely towards the highest mansion in the middle of the capital.

When he was about halfway through, Xiao Yu suddenly threw away the handkerchief in his hand and said softly, "Come out." ”

The northwest wind is fierce, and the night wind is even worse.

As soon as the handkerchief left his hand, he had already risen into the air with the wind, but it didn't fly far before it was grabbed by a slender hand.

A purple dress appeared not far behind Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu turned around and looked at her, the same night, the same long street, the same two people, but it never rained, and the two never killed each other.

The woman was carrying a guqin of more than three feet behind her back, standing three feet away from Xiao Yu, staring at this old acquaintance of the lord of the capital.

Xiao Yu said calmly: "You have followed me all the way, from the Taoist Sect to Zhongdu, what do you want to do? If it is to reminisce about the past, you are welcome, but if it is something else, then you will not be accompanied." ”

The woman sneered: "It is worthy of being the king of the northwest, and the shelf is not ordinarily big." ”

Xiao Yu frowned, and then said with a smile: "I used to want to put up a shelf, but I didn't have the capital, so I had to pretend to be a grandson, but now that I have the capital to put up a shelf, I am not allowed to put it up at one time?"

The woman snorted, a trace of hesitation flashed on her face, but in the end, it was because of habit, and she said coldly: "Xiao Yu, I want to make a deal with you." ”

Xiao Yu sighed and said casually: "Let's hear it?"

The woman seemed to be irritated by Xiao Yu's contemptuous attitude, and couldn't help but sneer: "This is the attitude of doing business?"

Xiao Yu spread his hands and said indifferently: "Now you are begging me to come, this is the attitude of begging people?"

The woman, who was not too good-tempered, finally couldn't help it, her pretty face was frosty, and she said coldly: "Xiao Yu, you don't want to deceive people too much!"

Xiao Yu smiled and said, "Qin Mumian, you are my daughter-in-law, why should I let you?"

Qin Mumian's face was expressionless, but the towering breasts that were constantly rising and falling showed that she was not as calm as she seemed on the surface.

Xiao Yu turned around and said softly, "Miss Qin, if you don't want to say it, then please go back." ”

Qin Mumian did not speak.

Xiao Yu left without hesitation.

Qin Mumian looked at the resolute back, biting his lip lightly, his eyes were lonely. She knew that if Fang Cai's attitude or hers attitude could be softer, the ending might not be like this, but after all, she was still the same her, but he was no longer the person he once was.

The two are like two intersecting lines, and after crossing an intersection point, they go farther and farther apart.

The woman's voice was cold, and she said softly: "Cunning Rabbit Three Caves, Xiao Yu, do you really plan to follow the Dao Sect all the way to the dark, and don't leave yourself a back road?"

The man in black still didn't look back, he walked slowly, silently, and in the fierce night wind, the black robe didn't move at all.

Although there was a purple gauze dress on the outside, the woman in white clothes and white shoes was silent inside. Looking at the departing Xiao Yu, he shook his head slightly, the two also knew each other in poverty, and they had also walked side by side, but they were still strangers after all.

In a flash, Xiao Yu's figure had slowly disappeared into the night at the end of the long street.

In the bleak night wind, a handkerchief fell to the ground, and then a white embroidered shoe stepped on it fiercely.

A slightly thin figure left Zhongdu with a guqin on his back.

The huge lantern in front of the Xiao Mansion was already faintly visible, and Xiao Yu, who was like a stagnant water, suddenly turned around, looked at the direction of the woman's departure, raised his hand, and made a gesture of holding a sword, stunned.

It seems that not long ago, a woman who had not yet put on a purple dress held a bamboo branch and pointed at him, wanting to teach him a sword.