Gan Fei was like a killing god possessed at this moment, his eyes were blood-red, and his anger was blazing, just thinking: You hurt me, hurt me, offend me, insult me, and cut off my daughter's fingers, it is unforgivable! Seeing Wang Hong's whole body twitching and trembling, he vaguely only had his anger left. However, Gan Fei knew that this was just a temporary suffocation of the other party and fell into a dizziness, if you want to really want the other party's life, you have to continue for a while, only blame yourself for the lack of strength now, if it was the strong season in the past, you can only twist it with one hand, and you can also break the neck of this fat guy.

Therefore, Gan Fei only used his existing strength to control his entire body, and the hands that grabbed Wang Hong's neck did not let go of the slightest looseness, and he didn't hear the greeting of the white-robed young man, but Qia Er beside him raised his eyes with some curiosity on his face.

Gan Fei didn't respond, and the slaves of the Wang family behind the white-robed young man also changed their faces, and they were about to rush to save Wang Hong, seeing that the situation was urgent, the white-robed young man snorted in a low voice, not only stopping those doormen from moving, but also throwing the broad-bladed long knife held in both hands in the direction of Gan Fei under this low voice.

The broad-bladed long knife drew a bright arc under the night lights, although the castration was not fast and fierce, but it also implied a sharp whining sound that broke through the air.

"Bang", the blade of the long knife is obliquely inserted into the loess beside Gan Fei but an inch, this hand is extremely accurate, if there is a slight difference, I am afraid that Gan Fei is a knife wound to the body. However, the other party's throw obviously did not have malicious intent, but the moment the blade broke the ground, a trace of dark energy overflowed, which made Gan Fei, who was in a crazy rage, suddenly swoop.

Gan Fei's cloudy blood-red eyes seemed to be stunned, and then he looked sideways at the long knife beside him with a trembling hilt, but his clenched hands couldn't help but slow down their strength.

"Brother, don't make trouble, little brother, this is for your good! Otherwise, there will be endless troubles in the future, and it will be a burden on yourself. The white-robed young man took a step forward and shouted hurriedly.

This time, Gan Fei's gaze met the white-robed young man, and his heart moved, only feeling that the other party was so good-looking, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Brother Tai let go first, let the younger brother talk to Brother Tai, and let them not embarrass Brother Tai again. The white-robed young man looked earnestly and spoke softly.

Gan Fei was blocked in one breath, his sanity gradually recovered, and the disgust in his heart also eased, only to feel that his whole body was sore, and his hands couldn't help but loosen, and Wang Hong's unconscious fat body fell to the ground.

Seeing that Gan Fei let go of his son, this was a good opportunity, all the slaves and guests shouted, and they rushed up together, looking at the situation, not only to save Wang Hong, but also to kill Gan Fei on the spot.

The corners of Qia'er's mouth twitched a few times, and she stepped forward in front of Gan Fei, her eyes flashing, and she looked fearless. However, the white-robed boy stood up from the ground, and in a flash, the white shadow flickered, and his figure had fallen lightly in front of the surging guests, and he was stunned, and shouted: "Do you still want to put the son of the Ru family in danger?

The white-robed young man was so young, and he was not the lord of the mansion of these doormen, but there was a majesty in his tone that could not be violated, and all the doormen were stunned, and they all stopped in unison.

"I'm sorry, brother, please allow me to save Wang Gongzi first. The white-robed young man bowed politely, but this time in a pleading tone.

Gan Fei panted and half-squatted, gently holding Qia'er in front of him in his arms, but only staring at the white-robed young man's face, although he did not speak, but his eyes showed permission, Qia'er caressed Gan Fei's bloodstained face door with pity, nestled in the crook of Gan Fei's arm, stared at the white-robed young man, but wanted to see what the other party had in mind.

The white-robed young man nodded again, took a few steps and walked to Wang Hong's side, first probed his nose, and then helped Wang Hong's body up, and tapped a few times on several acupoints on his neck and chest, looking at the technique quite skillful and sophisticated.

After the white-robed young man pulled Wang Hong's middle among the people, Wang Hong snorted sharply, woke up slowly, but his eyes were unconscious, and he had not regained his consciousness for a while.

"It's so dangerous, if it's half a minute later, Brother Tai will die. The white-robed young man's expression was relaxed, and there were a few more smiles between his words.

Gan Fei snorted, still thinking about where he had seen this young man.

"Youdu, do you know this person?" the yellow-shirted boy suddenly asked after a long silence.

The white-robed young man glanced at Gan Fei before turning his head and said slowly: "I have had a relationship, so I can't say that I know each other." ”

"This person is very eccentric, and he is by no means a good person, why should he protect him?" the yellow-shirted boy paced closer, his hand still pressed on the hilt of the sword, and looked at Gan Fei with condescending eyes, but Gan Fei didn't even look at him.

The white-robed young man shook his head with a light smile: "Although I don't know who his surname is, and why he has a grudge with this prince, I know that this person must not act without permission." As he spoke, he gently put Wang Hong, who was stunned and coughing, on the ground and lay down, and he stood up straight, met Gan Fei's puzzled eyes, and said affirmatively, "He is a master under the Great Sima Sect, if he hurts him, how will the Great Sima Department explain?"

Da Sima's three words exited, the yellow-shirted boy and the gauze skirt girl were all stunned, how could they not expect that this village-like fat man would have something to do with Da Sima, but he knew that Da Sima's subordinates were all outstanding martial artists, what was this fat man who was beaten and humiliated like that before? Is it really a means to punish the third son of the Wang family who wants to capture and indulge? However, looking at the situation, it is not like it, then again, looking at Wang Hong's appearance of gritting his teeth at this fat man, the two have a deep grudge, but since this fat man is a guest in the Da Sima Mansion, where did Wang Hong have the courage to provoke?

Wang Hong didn't think of Gan Fei's identity as the so-called doorman of the Great Sima Mansion, but today Gan Fei was unexpectedly weak and bullied, and fell into his own hands first, which is a rare opportunity, and in this small town in the Central Plains, he made up his mind, and took this opportunity to simply kill Gan Fei after humiliation, anyway, there is no proof of death, even if the big Sima asks afterwards, he has an excuse to get out, and the most important thing is that the undercurrent of the government and the opposition is surging, and soon it will be a party struggle between the Dashi clan and the Huan clan。

This is the reason why Wang Hong dared to provoke Gan Fei today, from the head to the complicated, intricately intertwined, not exhaustive, the yellow shirt boy and the girl in the gauze skirt couldn't be imagined for a while. Wang Hong coughed for a while, already sober, thinking that in the end it was the result of his almost losing his life, and he was more disappointed than afraid, could it be that the fat man still had the ability in his hands, and he deliberately lured himself to seek revenge? He did not dare to move lightly for a while, pretending that his sanity had not recovered, and only thinking about how to get out safely.

Under this conversation, Gan Fei's eyes lit up, and he already remembered who the white-robed young man was.

The little boy of the Xie clan in Chen County still remembers the self-introduction he once had, as if his name was Xie Xuan. It was in the pavilion where he was resting on the way to the Great Sima Mansion, and he met the noble son unexpectedly after a competition with Mo Yumei.

The corners of Gan Fei's mouth twitched, revealing a wry smile: "It's you?" Xindao is really strange today, how can he meet people who have seen him one after another?

The white-robed young man looked relieved, and he saluted Gan Fei again, and said happily: "Brother Tai remembered? ”

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"Ha, the Demon Slayer's counterattack is not trivial, interesting, although it ......" Ding Xiao smiled, but turned his head sideways, and the shadow of the house was cast on half of his face, "...... It's a little strange in the way. ”

It was this side of the head, the corner of his eyes passed, Ding Xiao suddenly felt it, stared at the roof in front of him, as if he had found something, his body twisted, the green shadow was flickering, and after a few turns, Shi Shiran was already standing on the roof, and his eyes were looking at the dark where the roof was covered by the shadow of the tree, and the figure of a pale cyan robe loomed.

Ding Xiao took a step on the ridge of the roof as if he was walking on the ground, and when he was about to approach the darkness, he leaned down and took a closer look, only then did he see the figure shrouded in the darkness of the shadow of the tree.

This is a burly old man, without a scarf on his head, but wearing a crown, revealing his gray temples, and a wide pale green robe gently fluttering in the evening breeze, looking like his body is very strong and strong.

The old man's eyes were straight, and he looked straight at the place where the entanglement and battle were in front of him, and he didn't bother for a moment.

Ding Xiao was stunned, and didn't understand the other party's mystery for a while, so he simply lifted the wine gourd, poured a big sip into his mouth, and then deliberately wiped his mouth with a snort, which was to remind the other party that he was here.

The old man didn't seem to notice Ding Xiao's approach at all, and his eyes didn't move slightly, still squatting on the roof, like an old fisherman.

Ding Xiao decided that it was better for him to speak first, in fact, he had always thought that he was very polite, which was completely inconsistent with his rough and bold appearance, so he coughed again, cleared his throat, and asked in a very soft tone, "What is the old gentleman looking at?"

There was silence for a while, only the rustling of leaves in the evening breeze in his ears and the sound of fighting in the distance, Ding Xiao scratched his head a little embarrassedly, wondering if to find some more topics to cause the other party to react.

"What you see, I look at. The old man suddenly responded, his tone was flat, and his voice was not loud but it was enough for Ding Xiao to hear every word clearly.

Although the response was a little sluggish, but he finally accosted himself, it was not a situation of coldly rejecting people thousands of miles away, Ding Xiaohe smiled, took a few steps forward, and sat down beside the old man without seeing it, and handed the wine gourd to the old man: "Old man, take a whole bite?"

The old man turned his eyes and swept on Ding Xiaoxiong's resolute face, Ding Xiao only felt that the other party's gaze was full of essence, full of brilliance, revealing a majestic momentum, and he couldn't help but feel a little abrupt, and shrunk the wine gourd in his hand.

I don't want the old man to stretch out his hand, take the wine gourd from Ding Xiao's hand, take a big sip, then frown, smack his mouth: "Huh, not Cheng Fang?"

Ding Xiaorub scraped the stubble under his chin, and smiled embarrassedly: "All the places that sell wine in this town say that their own wine is Cheng aromatic alcohol, of course, it is not as good as the authentic Cheng aromatic alcohol of Chengfang Wine Shop, but unfortunately, I don't make a living today, so I can only find a random shop to sell some, what's the matter, the old gentleman doesn't like it?"

The old man waved his hand, but took another sip: "It's good to have wine, this taste...... It will also be done. ”

Due to the topic of wine, the distance between the two people was shortened a lot, and after a few sips of wine, the old man's face gradually revealed a red light, and he talked more.

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, such a mysterious martial arts skill in the martial arts is really used by someone, and it is such a young girl. However, this method of remote points is quite different from the old legend, but it is full of strangeness. The old man drank the wine, but he still looked ahead, where Gan Fei was pinching Wang Hong's neck, and the fluttering figure of Qia'er's red dress was advancing and retreating freely in the crowd, sometimes bounced his legs and kicked, and the big man who was like a clay sculpture fell from time to time.

Ding Xiao first widened his eyes, looked at the old man carefully for a while, then nodded with a chuckle, and did not speak, he can now be sure that this old man is not a person in the Demon Suppression Dao, otherwise he would not even be able to see such an obvious fixation technique, it seems that he has a misunderstanding again.

However, the old man continued: "I have been waiting for the big man to fight back, but I didn't expect that it was this little girl who really had the effect of counterattacking.

"Interesting, could it be that the old gentleman recognizes him?" Ding Xiao knew very well that they were all talking about the Qianjia Demon Slayer, the one who was now pinching the fat boy like crazy.

"What about you, do you know him too?" the old man flicked his sleeves, this time he was very serious about Ding Xiao, and under the eyes of each other, they both had an unfathomable and profound feeling.

Ding Xiao smiled and took the wine gourd from the old man's hand: "Old man, leave some for the juniors too." ”

"Who are you?" the old man resumed his flat tone, "I have seen you looking from afar under the house, I thought you were the person I was looking for, but it didn't look like it, so I didn't bother you, but I didn't expect you to notice me, with this eyesight alone, you are not an ordinary person." ”

"Ha Luha, thank you for the old gentleman's praise, I'm just a little person, a little person who can't be cared about. ”

"Then why are you so concerned?" the old man asked again.

"So why is the old gentleman so concerned about this matter?" Ding Xiao didn't answer the rhetorical question, but his tone was a little relaxed and naughty, like a little grandson playing with his grandfather.