The dust and smoke cleared, the wilderness was messy, and several brocade-clothed young men who fell to the ground staggered to their feet, and walked behind Wan Zihong and the Ghost Dao Sansha, looking at the opposite side with wary eyes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the direction of the Three Temples and the group, a person dressed in white with a strange mask stood in front, with an ordinary sword behind him, he stood there quietly with his hands on his back, exuding a majestic aura all over his body, obviously he had been in the top position for a long time, his eyes looked deeply in a direction, which was the direction where Yi Tianfeng fled while the smoke and dust were filled.

"See Shizun (Hall Master). "The people of the Three Temples, with the White Tiger Envoy and the Xuanwu Envoy as their capital, are respectfully kneeling and saluting.

"Get up. The man in white spoke lightly, and there was an irresistible majesty in his voice.

"Master Xie (hall master). ”

"Feng'er. The man in white looked indifferently at the Wanjian Villa and his party opposite, and that look made the three demons of the ghost knife tremble, and Wan Zihong and the other Langya Ten Tigers didn't dare to move.

"The disciple is here. Xuanwu took a step forward, bowed slightly, and said respectfully.

"Do you know that there is someone outside the world today?" said the man in white motionlessly, still very calmly.

"Got it. Xuanwu was slightly stunned, but in an instant, he understood what the master was referring to, and replied respectfully.

The man in white nodded slightly, looked at the people in Wanjian Villa with slightly narrowed eyes, slowly raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger and pressed it down, and faintly spit out five words "Leave Wan Zihong" in his mouth.

The eyes of the White Tiger Envoy and the Xuanwu Envoy changed sharply, and they led the Red Flame Envoy and the Black-clothed Guard to rush forward......

Wan Zihao walked alone in the Wanjian Villa, but his mood was not very good, since he was seriously injured by Yi Tianfeng's palm that day, he felt that his status in the villa had declined, and even when he walked in the villa, he felt that the eyes of his subordinates looked at him a little strangely, and he went to chase and kill Yi Tianfeng today, but he didn't even allow himself to go, which was obviously a snub.

Walking and walking, Wan Zihao was stunned, it turned out that he had inadvertently come to the backyard firewood room, not far away, a thin figure laboriously lifted a heavy axe, and chopped the giant trees again and again, looking at his sweaty appearance, it was obvious that this job was not easy for him.

Anger gradually appeared on Wan Zihao's face, it was this mongrel, and now he was looked down upon because of this mongrel. As the so-called evil is born on the side of the gall, he rushed to Wan Xiaoyu in a few steps, and his fists and feet fell on Wan Xiaoyu like a storm. If it was a normal day, although he would make it difficult, he would never use his fists and kicks in person, after all, he was one of the ten tigers, and it would be a loss of identity to do something to a subordinate.

Wan Xiaoyu was chopping wood, although his status was low in the past, but after all, his young body was very thin, so he didn't need to do the work that required strength, but because of the things of the previous few days, the housekeeper deliberately made it difficult, and arranged some dirty and tiring work for him these days.

The sudden beating made Wan Xiaoyu a little panicked, but out of instinct, he still tightly covered his head with his hands, and let out a miserable cry from his mouth. He had been called a bastard since he was a child, and he was used to being beaten, and from past experience, if they screamed a little harder, they would stop and he could escape.

It's just that today's situation is different, Wan Zihao shot out angrily at this time, all the anger accumulated in the past few days turned into fists, and when it fell on Wan Xiaoyu's body, it was no longer an ordinary fist power, and a stream of fist power containing strength rushed into Wan Xiaoyu's body, Wan Xiaoyu only felt unbearable pain all over his body, and gradually his screams turned into muffled snorts, and wisps of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Finally, Wan Xiaoyu spurted out a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes, and was silent.

Wan Zihao, who was constantly swinging his fist, suddenly found that Wan Xiaoyu was silent, only thinking that Wan Xiaoyu had fainted, he was full of hatred at this time, how could he relieve his anger by beating a comatose person, he slapped Wan Xiaoyu's cheek hard, Wan Xiaoyu was still motionless and showed no sign of waking up, at this time Wan Zihao panicked, and when he looked at Wan Xiaoyu's snort, he was out of breath, and he was out of breath!

Wan Zihao was chilling, although Wan Xiaoyu was not valued by Wan Changkong, but after all, he was the son of Wan Changkong, and he usually bullied him, but at this time, he was beaten to death, I am afraid that the sin is not small, and it is even possible to offset it with his life.

Wan Zihao's mind turned sharply, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, and he said secretly: "This little bastard is friendly with that pair of dog men and women, why don't I hide his body in a place where no one else, the people in the village can't find him, I think this little bastard has absconded in fear of crime!"

As soon as he thought of this, his heart settled down, but Wan Xiaoyu's corpse was quite troublesome to dispose of, if he abandoned it at will, it would not be beautiful to be discovered, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he said secretly: "That's it, you are also a person from Wanjian Villa, I will be merciful and send you to the old land in the village." ”

Wan Zihao looked around, and jumped out of the villa with Wan Xiaoyu on his shoulder.

On Langya Mountain, the strange rocks are craggy, there is a rather huge manor on the mountainside, but this manor is full of broken walls and ruins, and the barren grass in the village is desolate, and it looks very desolate. More than ten years ago, Wanjian Villa did not know what happened, and most of the houses collapsed overnight, and a vast and gorgeous manor was reduced to ruins. Wan Changkong, the owner of Wanjian Villa, did not rebuild the manor, and went down the mountain to buy a huge manor in Qingliu City and changed it into Wanjian Villa. Since then, no one has visited the site.

At this time, the dilapidated gate was slowly pushed open, and the dusty gate let out a piercing moan, apparently it had not been opened for a long time, and the gate only opened a crack and stopped, and then the gate was closed again.

The next moment, a young man dressed in brocade jumped in from outside the courtyard wall, this young man was carrying a person on his shoulder, it was Wan Zihao, he frowned as soon as he landed, and muttered: "This is too dirty, it's just that, presumably no one will come." ”

After that, Wan Zihao turned over Wan Xiaoyu on his shoulder, held Wan Xiaoyu's belt in his right hand, and threw Wan Xiaoyu in the front hall as soon as he vomited his anger, he didn't go in, he jumped out of the gate as soon as he turned around, and went down the mountain without hurrying.

Wan Zihao had just left, and a figure slowly floated out of the back hall, only to see this figure sitting cross-legged in the air, a messy white hair scattered to cover his face, he was dressed in gray and tattered, his legs and hands were hidden in the robe, looking very weird.

He floated in front of Wan Xiaoyu before he slowly landed, raised his right arm, brushed Wan Xiaoyu's body in the air, and muttered: "After so many years, there is finally hope." ”

His voice was hoarse and gloomy, although he was saying that there was hope, but there was no trace of emotion in his tone, and his whole body was full of a withered and cold air.

For a long time, Wan Xiaoyu's tightly closed eyes lying on the ground trembled suddenly, and then he slowly opened his eyes. He looked around in some confusion, and finally his eyes fixed on the gray man beside him, he was stunned for a moment, and then he sat up sharply, and kept falling backwards with his hands on the ground, until he leaned against a pillar, but his eyes were still full of fear.

"Boy, who are you?" the man in gray sat cross-legged on the ground, his sharp eyes shining through his long messy hair.

"I ......" Wan Xiaoyu shrunk back, her eyes were full of fear, and her voice trembled when she spoke, "My name is Wan Xiaoyu." ”

The gray-clothed man's eyes were cold, and he didn't see how he moved, he instantly turned into a gray shadow, and the next moment he appeared in front of Wan Xiaoyu, the dirty robe on his body continued to bulge, and the messy white hair fluttered up, revealing an old face.

"Your surname is Wan!" the gray-clothed man's voice was very cold, "Who are you Wan Changkong?"

"He's my father. Wan Xiaoyu hurriedly replied, there was a very strong oppressive force on the old man in gray, which made him a little breathless.

"You are the son of Wan Changkong!" The gray-clothed man opened his eyes angrily, and an invisible energy suddenly came out of his body, Wan Xiaoyu's expression changed greatly, the pillar against his back was instantly broken, and the whole person shot out backwards, dragging a deep mark on the ground, and the whole person was embedded in the wall!

The gray-clothed figure flashed and came to Wan Xiaoyu again, he stared at Wan Xiaoyu closely, and said slowly: "No, Wan Changkong is already more than sixty years old, how can there be a son of your age! Moreover, how can the son of Wan Changkong be like this, the kid just now was dressed very obviously from Wanjian Villa, he didn't have the slightest panic and fear when he left you, obviously your status is not high, how can you be the son of Wan Changkong!"

"I ...... I am an illegitimate child. The corners of Wan Xiaoyu's mouth were bleeding, and she replied very weakly.

"Hmph, with Wan Changkong's temperament, even if you are an illegitimate child, do you dare to show you someone in Wanjian Villa. The man in gray looked at Wan Xiaoyu coldly, and the agitated gray clothes gradually calmed down.

"My mother was originally a maid of Wanjian Villa, and once Wan Changkong was drunk......" Wan Xiaoyu explained in a low voice, but it stopped at the point.

"Hahaha......" The man in gray burst out laughing, his hoarse laughter was full of mockery, after a long time, he stopped laughing, waved his right arm, and a soft force lifted Wan Xiaoyu out of the wall, he stared at Wan Xiaoyu, and slowly spoke, "For the sake of face, he doesn't want to recognize your son, but you are indeed his son, Wan Changkong is despicable and shameless, and his four sons are all not as good as pigs and dogs, they naturally look at you unpleasantly, bullying and scolding are indispensable, right?"

"You ......" Wan Xiaoyu looked at the man in gray with some consternation, he didn't expect that this strange man in front of him could guess the truth with just one sentence of his own, he asked in disbelief, "Who are you?

"Who am I?" The gray-clothed man's eyes became hollow, and his expression was a little confused, "I don't remember my name anymore, I only remember that I have a nickname, called Vientiane Demon Lord!"