Hearing this familiar voice, Tang Zixi's eyes moved slightly, and finally returned to his soul, seeing the familiar face in front of him, he only opened his mouth to call 'Brother Pengcheng', tears welled up, and he choked up and hissed: "They, they killed the big man!

I saw that her hair was messy, her eyes were red, there were a string of blisters on her lips, and her face was even redder. There was blood all over her body, even on her face, and she didn't know if it was hers or someone else's. The clothes on his body were also in tatters, and there were shocking scars everywhere, and his bloodied right arm hung softly to the side, with a cloth belt wrapped around it, and it was impossible to see how badly injured......

The whole person looks extremely miserable, worse than the little beggar on the street in the harsh winter, where is there still half a point, the appearance of the pearl in the palm of the Tang Mansion!

"He's not dead, the big man isn't dead, don't worry, Xiaoxi ...... don't worry."

Ni Pengcheng's heart throbbed for a while, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, but the look in his eyes became colder and colder, but his mouth kept comforting gently.

Tang Zixi's emotions gradually calmed down in his comforting voice, muttered a few words he didn't understand, hung his head, and fell asleep like this.

Almost instantly, there was a slight snoring.

Seeing this, Ni Pengcheng's heart was even more twisted, and Xiao Xi, who was like a pearl in his eyes, had never suffered such a hardship and suffered such a crime. I couldn't help but stretch out a trembling hand, grabbed her head, let her lean on her shoulder, and still whispered to comfort her, while trying to control the tone of my voice to make it as smooth as possible.

Who knows, only to find that Tang Zixi's body was extremely stiff, like a wooden stake, and the whole person fell straight towards him, smashing on his shoulder with a 'bang'.

But such a movement failed to wake up the sleeping Miss Tang.

"Small?"

Ni Pengcheng called tentatively, and what answered him was a subtle snoring. He smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, looking helpless.

He carefully reached out and pinched her wrist, and then exhaled his internal force, and a subtle true qi quickly traveled all over her body along Tang Zixi's veins. In less than a moment, his face changed drastically, and he suddenly turned around, and shouted angrily, "Bring me those two old bastards!"

The footsteps sounded sharply, and the few black-clothed people who had just left hurriedly picked up the two old men and threw them directly on the ground, causing the two old men to scream miserably.

Ni Pengcheng didn't look back, only said coldly: "Hand over the antidote!"

"If you want to kill or chop, listen to it! Want the old man to hand over the antidote? Hehe, the old man is already dying anyway, and a little girl is buried with him, which is considered to be earned!"

"That's right! Old Ghost Chen, you can be considered to have said a human thing this time! Left and right are dead, and Lao Tzu doesn't mind having one more cushion. ”

Ni Pengcheng, who was still angry just now, stiffened, and the two old men quickly made a defensive posture. Who knows, he just stiffened for a moment, and didn't make a move, but gently picked up the little girl in his arms, strode to a big stone not far away, gently leaned her on the stone and lay down, and took off his clothes, and carefully covered her body. With a wave of his hand, several black-clothed people immediately trotted over and protected Tang Zixi.

Ni Pengcheng brushed the hair on his cheeks for Tang Zixi, who was frowning in his sleep, and then stood up, his eyes turned to the two old men curled up on the ground, looking at the two people who were struggling on the ground and coughing, and looking at him with a wary face, the corners of his mouth actually hooked a smile, and said: "I haven't seen such a backbone person for a long time! It seems that the rivers and lakes are not all wine bags and rice bags!"

Although Long Aotian couldn't see with his eyes, his sense of hearing was extremely sensitive, and he quickly captured Ni Pengcheng's position, his head was slightly off, he snorted coldly, and said proudly: "When the old man was crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, I am afraid you were just a little doll eating milk." If it weren't for these Jin Wuwei you brought, it wouldn't be certain who would have been caught by whom! It's just that with the help of some external forces and the fact that there are many people, what is there to be so angry?"

Ni Pengcheng's eyes narrowed slightly, he saw the appearance of the person who spoke clearly, compared it with the information obtained in his mind, quickly determined the identity of the other party, and said lightly at the moment: "It is worthy of being the leader of a gang, and the words he said are really arrogant! Moreover, according to a little information, he can guess that they are Jin Wuwei, and they are really a bit of a door!" This sentence was said to Chen Jintang on the side, obviously, he knew in his heart who was his real opponent.

"It's a pity that ......" Long Aotian heard his words, his heart was happy, it seemed that his tiger skin was still a little useful, and he was about to say something, when he suddenly heard the other party's words turn around, only to hear him continue, "It's a pity that he is arrogant, but he has no ability, and he is extremely stupid." Not only is his scheming not as good as others, but he doesn't even know that his own son has been manipulated. Speaking of this, he paused, glanced at Chen Jintang, who was silent on the side, and smiled, "At this point, Chen Daochang is stronger than you, in order to refine into an iron corpse, not only dare to test on living people, but even his own daughter can be used as a bargaining chip! At least in this regard, he is ashamed of himself." It's just that I don't know what the Dragon Gang Leader has to say?" After speaking, he looked at the confused Long Aotian with a smile, expecting his answer.

Long Aotian was a little confused by this large amount of information. It seems to have vaguely captured something, but it was chaotic.

Chen Jintang stole the iron corpse he knew, and he also collected a lot of medicinal materials and poisons for him. But what did he mean by this, that his son had been manipulated?

Everyone knows that he Long Aotian has only one son, and that is Long Yan. Although he was sent to Xianxia Temple to learn art a few years ago, he would come down to see him every year, and he didn't find any difference......

Ni Pengcheng looked at Long Aotian, whose expression was uncertain, and the smile on his face became even stronger, and he kindly added: "The Dragon Gang Leader might as well think about it further. ”

Further on? Further on......

In the early stages of her pregnancy, she lived in the Silent Valley for a period of time because of the abnormal fetal position. Because of the beautiful scenery and quiet environment, and the divine doctor Baili Xi also lives there, Chen Jintang said that he has a good relationship with the Baili divine doctor, and he can ask the Baili divine doctor to help, and he should be able to keep the mother and child safe. At that time, he was busy expanding his territory, and he had just made a friendship with the Zheng gang leader of the Cao Gang, so he agreed.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. lived here for more than half a year. He also suffered serious internal injuries in an operation, and almost lost his life, lying in bed for more than half a year, and when he saw his wife again, his son had already been born. He never doubted his wife's loyalty, nor did he doubt the medical skills of the Hundred Miles Divine Doctor.

So, what went wrong?

Long Aotian was not so confused, but he had suffered major blows in the past two years, coupled with the days of captivity, he was tortured every day, and his mind was already different from ordinary people. Just experienced the joy of escaping from prison, and then the great sorrow of being caught, under the double stimulation, he was teased by Ni Pengcheng again, and his mind was already in chaos.

I saw him mumble to himself for a while, and pound the ground with his hands for a while. Describing the withered face, a burst of blue and a burst of red, is a symptom of true qi disorder.

However, Ni Pengcheng was afraid that he would not understand, so from his words, he analyzed the crux of his moment at the moment, and whispered again: "Whenever it is critical, who is by your side and comes up with those ideas for you?"

Who is it?