Fang Luo held his breath, his eyes looking out through the tiny cracks in the cupboard.

"Hong Qianjun, Butler Hong, since leaving home, you and I haven't seen each other for fifteen years, but I didn't expect to see you today, but you have become the storyteller of Zuixianglou. There was a loud laugh, and then he stepped on the threshold, and he came alone, looking at the old storyteller standing in the courtyard with a mocking expression.

"Hong Qianjun!?" Fang Luo, who was hiding behind the closet, muttered, the name sounded extremely familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it for a while.

Thinking of this, Fang Luo couldn't help but use the Turtle Breath Technique, and his breathing couldn't help but gradually become slow.

"Hong Qianjun... This name sounds a little familiar, but I really don't know what Your Excellency said about Steward Hong. The old storyteller held on to the door frame, squinted his eyes, and looked at the reckless magnanimity with difficulty, and his cloudy eyes showed a look of reminiscence.

He walked tremblingly to the courtyard on crutches, and there was no trace of brilliance in his cloudy eyes, like many old men, he was ready to enter his own cemetery, but he didn't know whether his grave was a few camphors in his memory, or buried in... in their own hearts.

"Hmph! others can't recognize it, can I still not recognize it!?" Mang Hongkuo raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly.

"I'm old, forget what you said, too much time has passed... It's been too long. For those who should have died.

I... I can't remember exactly. The old storyteller said slowly, word by word, there was a memory in his eyes, but the past time was as he said, it was blurred.

"Hmph, it seems that Mr. Hong is really a noble man who forgets things, and he must not be able to remember me Mang now!" Mang Hongkuo sneered, with his character, he is still extremely tolerant, which shows that he is still extremely jealous of the old storyteller.

The old storyteller seemed to have no hearing of the reckless words, he lowered his head, and his trembling hands kept turning over the manuscripts he wrote on the stone table, as if he was anxiously searching for something.

The old storyteller's actions made Mang Hongkuo displeased, and just when he wanted to take further action, the old storyteller's eyes lit up, and his expression became more excited than ever, and he raised his hand and pulled out a manuscript from the thick stack of papers.

"Reckless and magnificent, he was originally the strongest family in Donggeng, one of the three housekeepers in the house, and he was deeply appreciated by the master of the house, but he was reckless by nature, and it was difficult to take on a big responsibility!"

"Yes, everything happened fifteen years ago, when the head of the family who went out one day was cultivating when he was suddenly led by ten thousand thunderbolts, thunder, tearing the sky and landing on the earth, and the head of the house who left home has disappeared since then. The old storyteller's hands gripped the paper tightly, and his voice became a little hurried.

"At that time, the disappearance of the head of the family was too influential to cover up, and the status of the homekeeper was in jeopardy. Moreover, the three stewards under him are also coveting the position of head of the house. ”

Mang's face changed slightly, his brows furrowed, and his steps actually took two steps back, as if he wanted to keep a safe distance from the old man!

"Finally... A few months later, on a full moon night, the three housekeepers suddenly exploded and left home. The three of them are bound to leave home, but the strength of the three families is inseparable, so they will become the three families of Qingchi!" The storyteller trembled, and suddenly he suddenly raised his head violently, stared at Mang Hongkuo, and laughed madly.

"Hahaha!! How can I forget! I have already advised Yuan'er, you are all wolf ambitions! All this... The tragedy of leaving home is all caused by you!" The old storyteller suddenly went crazy, the bamboo board in his hand was crushed by him, his eyes became brighter than ever, and there was a strong killing intent under it!

This killing intent turned into substance, splitting everything in front of him alive, and at this moment, it seemed that the heavens and the earth changed color, and the remnants of the clouds rolled upside down. All this is just because of the sight of the old storyteller!

It seems that it is just a blink of an eye, and an old man has turned into an ancient peerless demon venerable, his momentum has begun to climb higher and higher, his eyes have hatred, with... Crazy!

Mang Hongkuo gasped, but he didn't panic, and under the shock of his body, the breath in the middle of his cultivation exploded!

"Hong Qianjun, as the chief housekeeper who was hiding from the original home, I didn't expect to be like a madman at this moment, haha!" Mang Hongkuo laughed loudly, even if Hong Qianjun's strength was not much different from Fang Yuan's now, he was still not afraid!

"I, Hong, escaped fifteen years ago, and since that tragedy, my memory has been declining, and I can only continue to write the story of the past, but how can I forget this matter, and how can I forget! But the living have to bear great sorrow!" How can Hong Qianjun forget, how can he forget, his family master, his little young master have become memories in that tragedy, and have become people in the play!

This revenge is unforgettable!

"I'm just here to pick up a few things. The reckless and grand words have already taken steps.

"My purpose here is very simple, cut off his tongue, take his tongue, and gouge out your eyes. I want to see, don't you dare to hurt the people of my three families? If you really dare to hurt me, Mang will admire it. ”

"I didn't expect that in just fifteen years, the three of you Mangkui Fang have become the climate, if there are two of us together, I naturally don't dare to act rashly. But you shouldn't have come alone!" Hong Qianjun raised his hand and pointed, and the paper on the table instantly flew up and went straight to Mang Hongkuo, making Mang Hong's hairs stand up instantly, and when he paused, a piece of paper with Mang Hongkuo written on it had stopped in front of his forehead.

"This page is the sin of your life!" Hong Qianjun said again between the pinching of the trick, he no longer planned to continue to hide his identity.

Fang Luo saw this, suddenly, his body trembled violently, and his hands grabbed his forehead, his head seemed to explode, because there were broken memories in his divine consciousness, impacting his mind.

"Carving insect skills!" Mang Hongkuo was shocked, and then laughed fiercely. His spiritual power was permeated, and gradually layers of armor like rocks appeared on his body, and when his fists were clenched, he wanted to crush the paper directly!

"The soul of life is immortal!" Hong Qianjun did not panic, and when he held it with one hand, in his reckless and surprised gaze, the page suddenly burst into a bright light, turning into a puff of green smoke and integrating into Mang's magnificent body with irresistible momentum. And Hong Qianjun's body suddenly appeared behind him, and there was a two-foot incense!

"What is this?" Mang Hongkuan's face was a little pale, and he tried to urge his spiritual power to force out the green smoke in his body. But between the surge of spiritual power, the reckless and magnificent face was completely gloomy, and the green smoke was like a root rooted in the earth, if it was forced out, it would definitely cause indelible damage to his body!

"Burn!" Hong Qianjun's expression was cold, between his hands, an ancient bridge with the meaning of vicissitudes suddenly appeared, with the appearance of this bridge, the incense behind Hong Qianjun immediately decreased, making this incense less than two feet long at the moment, and a large amount of smoke rolled straight to the mang.

"Hmph!" Mang Hongkuo snorted coldly, not speaking.

"Explosion!" Hong Qianjun's eyes flashed with cold light, and the moment he opened his mouth, the smoke collapsed and exploded again in an instant, but at the moment when the smoke collapsed, Mang Hongkuo had already raised his right hand and slapped forward three times in a row. These three beats were so fast, completed in the blink of an eye, and at the moment when the destructive impact of the smoke collapse spread, the big handprint in front of him suddenly appeared, heading straight for the impact of the smoke explosion. At this moment, the earth-shattering echo spread, and the dust around it dispersed.

Hong Qianjun's eyes flashed, his body did not retreat but took a step, the illusory bridge behind him trembled violently, and the dyed incense shrank again, and it was no longer more than an inch long.

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