My super open life

Zhao Jian didn't dare to breathe, and ran out rolling and crawling.

It wasn't until Zhao Jian walked away that Zhao Dongfang let out a long sigh.

"In order to protect my son, my uncle has taken great pains." Ruan Wan said with a light smile.

Zhao Dongfang shook his head helplessly, then waved his hands and said, "If someone surnamed Li calls, my subordinates will probably be in trouble, and I'm afraid I will have to bother the two nephews."

Ruan Wan smiled confidently, looked at Zhuo Zhuo who was sitting on the chair without saying a word, and said, "Senior brother?"

Joyo raised his head and slowly stood up from his seat: "Uncle Zhao, please rest assured, since ancient times, evil has prevailed against good, and we will not allow him to act violently."

"That's good, that's good!"

Zhao Dongfang relaxed a little, but his eyes were fixed on the door.

Lao Wang led hundreds of people to set up defenses in the mansion. There were more than a dozen large iron boxes in the yard, and everyone could get a standard long knife or long sword from it.

From outside the gate to the corridor, and then to every room in the inner courtyard, many people were arranged to patrol and be on duty. From the inside to the outside of the Zhao residence, there was a chill atmosphere.

After this arrangement, those servants who usually looked like stragglers looked full of momentum.

Zhao Dongfang nodded in satisfaction, and the fear in his heart subsided a little, replaced by a kind of excitement.

At this moment, he looked forward to Li Huaishui's arrival even more.

However, the development of the matter seemed to be somewhat beyond his expectation: Li Huaishui was not seen until noon.

Many people's stomachs were growling with hunger, and the scorching sun outside had weakened many people's fighting spirit.

Even Ruan Wan began to feel a little anxious, walking up and down the hall non-stop.

"Is Li Huaishui still coming?" Everyone wondered about this question in their hearts.

At this time, in the Yunyue Building across the road from the Zhao Mansion, a young man was sitting on the window seat on the second floor.

While eating, he admired the chickens and dogs in Zhao's mansion with great interest.

Until he ate the last bite of rice in the bowl, wiped his mouth, then stood up, walked to the bar on the first floor and put down 100 yuan.

"Boss, your boiled pork slices are too salty!"

Before the boss could answer, he had already walked out.

The boss put down the mobile phone in his hand, looked at the young man in surprise, and then collected the money.

"Hey, you haven't changed your money yet!"

He yelled towards the door, but the young man had disappeared without a trace.

"Too fast, right? If this is an order escape, I don't even know where to find you." The boss murmured softly to himself, feeling that he had encountered a strange person.

……

The sound of fighting and charging sounded like the scene on TV.

Zhao Dongfang jumped up from the chair immediately, and murmured nervously: "Here he is! He is here!"

Ruan Wan and Zhuoyue looked at each other, and silently picked up the weapon.

What Zhuo Liang used was an iron sword. The blade was rusty, and the hilt was also slightly mottled. It had a simple aura. It should be an ancient sword.

And Ruan Wan used a seven-section soft whip, the leather whip joints were connected to the ring, each barb exuded a deadly cold light.

The fighting sound outside the door became smaller and smaller, and a figure could be vaguely seen coming in. He pushed the door open, and the two sides of the door looked like fallen crops after a strong wind.

Except for this figure, there was no one standing anymore.

The bodyguards and servants in the door, some from the pavilion, some from the backyard, and some from the grass, rushed out one by one without fear of death, and the scene was like a rainbow.

Li Huaishui was submerged alone in the sea of ​​people, looking so weak and helpless, like a flat boat in the sea.

Zhao Dongfang's fists were clenched until every inch turned white, and he didn't even notice that his lips were bleeding from the bite.

"Pfft!"

A figure flew over, brushed past his shoulder, and shattered the fine nanmu screen in the main hall.

Zhao Dongfang blinked his eyes hard, and looked intently, only to see the housekeeper Lao Wang lying on the ground, his body twitching in pain, and he was completely silent after a while.

Before he could react, there was a second figure, and then a third figure, and more and more people were knocked out, like... the wind swept away.

Gorgeous and bloody.

In just a few minutes before and after, a large vacuum zone was formed in the huge courtyard wall.

The original bodyguards and servants either fell to the ground or were inserted horizontally on the door frame. In the bushes, there were wailing and crying everywhere.

Li Huaishui walked over from the courtyard step by step, he walked very slowly, and vaguely glanced at a place deep in the courtyard.

"Stop!" Zhuoyo pulled out the simple iron sword and pointed it at Li Huaishui: "One more step forward, let's shoot and kill!"

Li Huaishui walked over without even stopping.

Zhuoyo's palms were concentrated, his wrists shook off, and the bright sword flowers wrapped in fierce qi, rushed straight to Li Huaishui's front.

With a wave of Li Huaishui's right hand, a stream of true energy as thin as a hair shot out.

The powerful sword flower was defeated in an instant, but the true energy still went forward and hit the sword.

Zhuo Zhuo's face changed, and he wanted to change his tactics quickly, but it was too late.

There were bursts of wailing from the sword, and it sounded as if it was about to break.

And Zhuoyue was knocked back again and again, and the hand holding the ancient sword began to tremble imperceptibly.

Li Huaishui finally came to the main hall, looked at the panicked Zhao Dongfang, and said with a smile, "Dong Zhao, don't come here without any problems!"

"Li Huaishui, you are too deceitful!"

Zhao Dongfang punched the table with his fist, and said through gritted teeth.

Li Huaishui lit a cigarette and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"I just wanted to come to Zhao's residence as a guest. I didn't expect Mr. Zhao to make such a big fight in order to welcome me."

"You don't want to pretend to be mean to me! You are a guest, you obviously don't want to let our Zhao family go!"

Zhao Dongfang pointed at Li Huaishui, with a heartbroken look: "Where did we offend you, you insist on killing them all!"

Li Huaishui suddenly sneered, and his aura immediately changed.

"When you begged me to let the Zhao family go, I said that I would drive Zhao Jian out of the house. You agreed to me on the surface, but in reality you refused. This is your first crime."

"You didn't say a word about the people coming from Linggang Sect. You wanted to watch the fire from the other side, and even borrowed a knife to kill someone. This is your second crime."

"I came here today to give you another hand, but you insist on committing suicide—you have no loyalty in your heart, and you only fart with your mouth. This is your third crime."

"You have committed these three major crimes, and you still have the face to ask me why I have trouble with you?" Li Huaishui took a step forward, with genuine energy gushing out of his body, and in an instant, he was like a demon god descended into the world, really majestic.

Zhao Dongfang looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, even though he was a hero, he was also scared pale at this moment.

"What are the two nephews waiting for, don't hurry up and kill this beast!"

Ruan Wanjiao let out a shout, and her lithe body flew out.

Her purple gauze dress as thin as cicada's wings fluttered up and down around Li Huaishui, singing and dancing in the air like an elf.

But Ruan Wan couldn't be seen under Ru's skirt at all, she seemed to have evaporated from the world.

The next moment, a sharp whip fell from the sky, flying like a silver snake, straight to the top of Li Huaishui's skull.

Li Huaishui's eyelids twitched, and there was a burst of splendor in his eyes. Then he stepped forward instead of retreating, and kicked the ground with his toes. Like an arrow leaving the string, he raised his palm, ready to use his body to harden the whip.

"court death!"

As if feeling Li Huaishui's contempt, an angry scold came from the sky.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The long whips vibrate, and the rings are connected, dancing airtightly.

Every move is open and closed, and there is infinite power in it.

Li Huaishui was knocked down from the air, with a wry smile on his face, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Okay! Martial nephew is worthy of being a hero among girls, he is indeed amazing!"

Seeing Li Huaishui's defeat, Zhao Dongfang was overjoyed, and his expression immediately lifted.

Ruan Wan also floated down from the air, but unlike Zhao Dongfang, her face was full of seriousness and astonishment.

"You actually caught my three bye whips with your palm? And you're still unscathed!"

Li Huaishui raised his hand, and there was a very pale white mark on the palm, "It's not unscathed, it still hurts."

"You!" Ruan Wan stomped her feet resentfully, and threw the long whip in her hand mercilessly, and the whip turned around in an instant, unpredictable.