"You say this?" Wang Meng raised his hand, as if he had just realized that he had something in his hand.

He immediately shouted, "Quick, treat my wounds, quick!" I'm going to die of pain! Yes!! ”

Wang Shou took advantage of Wang Meng's inattention, and quickly grabbed the tail end of the iron thorn with his right hand, and pulled it out directly from Wang Meng's palm.

"You brute, Wang Dashou! You wait for me, in the future when I die, not a penny will be left to you!! ”

Wang Shou ignored his cousin's shouting, his eyes and hands kept swimming in the iron thorns.

"That's right, it's indeed the unique weapon of the Tang Sect." Wang Shou muttered in a low voice, "However, not necessarily. ”

"There are very few traditional iron thorns in the current Tang Sect."

"I don't want anyone to deliberately frame the blame and provoke the struggle between the Tang family and the Wang family."

Wang Meng grinned and stretched out his hand to let others bandage, and looked at Wang Shou with indignant eyes.

"Uncle Cousin, don't blame me. Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years. I'll have to check it carefully. Wang Shou said seriously.

"Good, good." Wang Meng's face turned pale, and he pointed at the iron thorn and said, "Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is a weapon of the Tang Sect, what else are you sure of?" ”

"Da Shou, I hugged you when I was a child, and you treated me like this?"

Wang Shou still looks indifferent, but his out-of-shape facial features and strange tone of voice destroy his cold temperament.

"Uncle Cousin, let's talk about things. The Wang family was able to get to this point by one sentence: be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years. ”

"If you don't screen it more, it's likely to cause irreversible consequences."

Wang Meng pointed at Wang Shou with a good hand, and after a while, he said curiously: "If it weren't for the fact that I have no children, I only have a nephew like you." ”

"I would have chopped you a long time ago!"

"To be honest, I didn't know who shot the thorns."

"In short, the seven Changfu people who were going to invite me to dinner were hung into the air in an instant and all of them were strangled to death."

"I don't know what that guy did when he let me back."

Wang Shou frowned, and the iron spike was thrown up and down in his hand.

After a while, he pulled out a black piece of paper from his bosom.

Wang Shou condensed blue Qi on his hand, used his fingers as a pen, and wrote on black paper:

The head of the family, the steward Wang Meng, fled to the branch with an iron thorn of the Tang Sect on his hand.

The king's steward said that the seven people of Changfu were dead.

Carefully sailing the 10,000-year-old ship, Wang Shou did not dare to lead the team to check the cause of Chang Fu's death without authorization.

Wang Shou asked the head of the family to send a helping hand to the branch to investigate where Chang Fu and the others were.

Wang Song, the head of the Wang family, sat in the main hall of the Wang family.

He frowned, he looked at the black paper that covered the table, and his forehead was thumping.

Black paper is the carrier of the royal family's secret art 'Shen Tu'.

As soon as you write on a black piece of paper, the information on the first black paper will appear on another black paper associated with it, and vice versa.

These pieces of paper on the desktop were all given to them by the Wang family.

These papers, without exception, are all conveying similar messages:

After his steward suddenly ran back to the mountain gate, and after scolding the doorman, he bled to death.

The cause of death was an unknown toxin.

Moreover, the families of the affiliated sects that were imprisoned were also gone.

These sect masters and sect masters all agreed that it was the Tang Sect's ghosts.

At this moment, Wang Shou's news came.

After Wang Song finished reading it, he slapped it on the table.

The mahogany table was torn apart in an instant, and the black paper on it flew everywhere.

"How can this be justified, how can this be justified!"

Wang Song's eyes were red.

He felt that there was no need to 'sail the ship of ten thousand years carefully'!

It must have been done by Tangmen!

Wang Shou didn't have to check, and the family members in Chang Fu's hands must have run away.

Only the Tang Sect can manage it, and even take care of these idle things.

Obviously, the alliance relationship was vaguely established before, and now I suddenly care about those ordinary aliens.

Wang Song narrowed his eyes, thinking about Tang Men's intentions.

The big gate faction does things for nothing more than fame or fortune.

After saving these people, what can the Tang Sect get?

Could it be that the Tang Gate is going to expand?

Or is it that the defeat of the Dongying Yiren has been decided, and the Tang Sect wants to use them as a stepping stone to confirm their incomparably glorious absolute status?

Wang Song snorted coldly, and couldn't help but despise Russell of the Tang Sect in his heart.

Just to drive away foreign enemies, you can't help but want to plant flowers for the supreme position in the Inhuman World?

I can't wait so much, the previous appearance of serving the country and the people is really pretending!

It's really hidden deep enough, and what you want is big enough.

Wang Song picked up the black papers one by one and replied to those sect masters and sect masters one by one.

He planned to send someone to take back the vassal Inhumans on the surface.

Secretly, he was preparing to communicate with Dongying Yiren to see if they could drag Tang Men back.

As for the Tang Sect, who will teach the dishonest Dongying Yiren a lesson.

Hehe.

What the Tang Sect can do, the Wang family and other righteous sects can naturally do it.

It's just a matter of how many or how little they die.

Wang Song thought about it, and hurriedly walked to his study.

In a row of inconspicuous bookshelves, he moved the purple smoke stove, revealing the wood-paneled compartment beneath it.

Wang Song wrote with his finger on the black paper in the compartment:

Dear Saber-toothed Tiger Behemoth, see the words like a meeting.

Your dear friend Song Wang has a little thing I would like you to ask for your help with.

There is an unstable factor in the Inhuman Realm of Planting Flowers, and it is called the Tang Gate.

The Tang Gate advocated that it would not be leased to other foreign Inhuman organizations.

You know.

The Wang family will always be friends with Behemoth.

What the Tang Men did was not in our common interests.

So, please come here and defend our rights......

Wang Song wrote a bunch of words, and then watched with satisfaction as the words on the god's painted paper slowly disappeared.

He twisted his neck and sneered: "I don't know the height of the Tang Sect. ”

"No matter how strong Russell is, what can he do?"

"In this world, Dongying Yiren is just the strength of the middle and lower reaches."

"Behemoth and the Emerald Society are the true overlords!"

"I originally planned to let you live for a while longer, but now it seems that you yourself are urging the king of Hades to urge you tightly, no wonder me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a big 'YES' appear on the black paper.

Wang Song was overjoyed, and his eyes rolled.

He has already begun to plan to divide the inheritance of the Tang Sect!

Maybe when my baby son comes back from overseas, he will be able to have more property!

Wang Shou waited and waited, but finally waited for his head of the family to reply:

I don't need to look at it, I'm already sure that Tang Men did it.

Send someone to the front line to retrieve those inferior aliens.

Wang Meng didn't know when he came over, saw the words on the god's painted paper, and frowned.

"Da Shou, the head of the family is confused."

"He forgot what you said, 'Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.'"

"Are you going to go? I feel like the Tang Gate is not far away, waiting for us with open pockets. ”

Wang Shou shook his head and stuffed the divine paper into his arms, "I must listen to the words of the head of the family." ”

"Uncle Cousin, the head of the family didn't name you to go, you can not go."

Wang Meng grabbed Wang Shou and said in a sincere tone: "Da Shou, I really have an ominous premonition, you-"

Wang Shoupao pulled Wang Meng's hand away, turned around and ordered everyone to start moving.

Wang Meng silently lowered his head, his face sinking into the shadows that the torches and moonlight could not shine.

"Lord, there is a first-class master Wang Shou, who is ready to take thirty guards to the front line, and the route is ......"

Russell spread his wings behind him and soared into the sky.

"Wang Meng, go lurk inside the Wang family and see what hole cards they have."

"Yes, Lord."

Nope.

Today I went to see a Chinese medicine practitioner again.

myocardial ischemia......

Everyone should take care of their health and stay up late.

(End of chapter)