Just as Wang Hong took half a step back sideways in Tang Yao's direction, there was a bang, and three more iron grates smashed down from three sides, isolating him from the sword and axe hands, and besieging him in the middle of the room.

"Tang Yao, you can't die well!" Wang Hong almost roared.

The axemen retreated indifferently and in an orderly manner. Wang Hong tried his best to shake the solid iron fence on all sides, only hoping to break free from this cage. But obviously, this iron prison cannot be easily escaped.

"Old Man Jiang asked me to give you a message, before you die. Tang Yao also retreated to the door. He turned the incense burner on the incense table casually, and all he could hear was the sonorous mechanical sound of the room: under the floor, on the roof, the gears and chains seemed to shake the earth.

He said that he would let Chu Tao watch the swordsmen around him die tragically one by one - how did Chu Tao treat Konoha, today, he will let you pay it back. ”

How did Konoha die? Wang Hong gradually understood.

Dozens of crossbow machines were lowered from all sides, and they had already aimed at the position where Wang Hong was standing.

The gate closes automatically. As Tang Yao's figure disappeared behind the screen, all the panes were suddenly locked. The last shimmer of light in the room was also taken away. In the darkness, only Tang Yao's terrifying laughter echoed.

Wang Hong clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.

A swordsman, even if he doesn't have a decent way to die, must eventually die like a swordsman. In the dark silence, he raised his head and said with an open-minded smile: "Young master......"

Outside the house, Tang Yao instructed the martial artist who was already in place: "Shoot the arrow to death, take the head and send it to Wangjiangtai." ”

By the time the martial artist responded, he had already walked ten steps away.

The sky is full of poignant red, and the tongues of fire are burning everywhere. The fire is still spreading in Tianyuemen. Everyone was busy saving the fire that had ignited in the study, and the yard was in chaos.

"Xie Jun and this guy!" Tang Yao glanced in the direction of the garden, where there was still silence.

After a while, a little guy came to report: Suddenly thick smoke billowed under the garden rockery, somehow?

"Haha!" Tang Yao laughed happily a few times and let out a vicious breath. "You kid are jumping again, and you dare to set fire to my Tianyue Gate? Look who burned whom to charcoal!" As if Xie Junhe had really been wiped out, Tang Yao shook his slightly fat short body, took a big stride, and walked towards the inner courtyard.

The courtyard is a family house, and the family members of the Tang family have always lived. A high gable wall separates a secluded and tranquil place. Tang Yao once gave a death order: no matter what happened outside the house, the guards here were not allowed to leave their posts without permission. Therefore, despite the flames, as long as the fire did not reach the area, the guards remained as if they were beaten with iron.

The ladies of the Tang family seem to be accustomed to this kind of noise, closing the windows and dreaming of incense that only belongs to them under the red candle.

It wasn't until he passed through the serenity of entering and entering and stepped into a barren courtyard that Tang Yao stopped. Overgrown with weeds, a picture of lack of people to take care of. There was only one hut in the courtyard, and there were two guards in front of the courtyard gate, and two guards in front of the house. There were two more guards at the back of the house facing the gable.

"How?" Tang Yaofa asked.

"As usual. A guard in front of the door replied. As usual, it means that no one has paid attention to this courtyard.

Tang Yao nodded with satisfaction and ordered, "Unlock." ”

Four guards were present at the same time, and four special keys were inserted into the corresponding four keyholes before the chain was opened.