Urban Hidden Dragon

Yang Huhuan looked at the circle of friends.

Wang Han posted a very sultry WeChat Moments. The photo showed a sea of ​​flowers, the rearview mirror of a car, and in the rearview mirror there was a sea of ​​flowers gradually receding and wind chimes swaying.

There is also a very blurry photo.

That photo was taken very well, it seemed like it was of a person who wanted to forget but couldn't.

The high priest glanced.

Yang Huhuan laughed and said, "You are about to die, yet you still post this on Moments!"

The high priest also took a look.

Then he chuckled.

"Young people are still young people after all. Most of the time they think about love and love. What is the need to think about a dead woman?"

Yang Huhuan read it again, "It turns out that I miss my dead lover. High Priest, you are really amazing. I still don't quite understand what he is expressing."

The high priest snorted coldly.

"Young man! Those who are trapped in love are useless!"

Yang Huhuan glanced at the high priest secretly.

I muttered in my heart how awesome you are. You made Granny Sugar suffer a lot back then, and even after she died, you designed the top tank for Zhulong to eat her.

After all, I still didn't dare to show what was in my heart on my face.

The high priest looked excited.

It seems that I have been waiting for this day for too long.

He turned his head and glanced at Yang Huhuan.

"I asked you to send people to Jiangning City to keep an eye on it. How is it going?"

Yang Huhuan said quickly, "High Priest, you are indeed very knowledgeable. We sent people to keep an eye on things these days. Today we found that Wang Han's wife showed up, and several young people from the Ten Guys Association also showed up. .”

The high priest patted the hem of his clothes casually.

He said two words lightly.

"Caught!"

Yang Huhuan thought for a moment, "High Priest, Di Lao, he..."

"The one named Emperor is still in seclusion, so don't pay attention to him."

Seeing that Yang Huhuan was still hesitant to speak, the high priest smiled and said, "Are you wondering why it takes so much trouble to kill Wang Han, but others don't care at all?"

"Correct!"

"Because this Wang Han is the hard work of the surnamed Emperor. In other words, even if the surnamed Emperor lets himself die, he will not let his precious disciple die. He is still the son of Wang Muhou. Under various identities, Wang Han After death, the person named Emperor may go crazy.

Others named Emperor are not that important. "

Yang Huhuan nodded and said no more.

...

Shangguan Jie poured a cup of tea and handed it to Master Honglian.

"Didn't you go to that place?"

Master Honglian took a sip of tea, "I was about to go, but Zhuhonglu sent me a message, saying that he was coming to handle this matter. After thinking about it carefully, I felt more and more something was wrong. On the way back, I gradually understood, This is a trap by the emperor, a trap that has plotted against the entire world, hum, the emperor’s plot is not small!"

Shangguan Jie held the tea cup and looked at Wang Han hiding in the dark in the distance.

Looked at the other side again.

Yang Saner dressed as Wang Han.

The two people were almost identical, so much so that Shangguan Jie and Honglian were a little confused.

"What is this kid planning?" Honglian asked in confusion.

Shangguan Jie shook his head, "I don't know. You'll know just by looking at it. Hum, what kind of good things can be taught by the emperor."

Master Honglian glanced at Shangguan Jie, "Listening to this tone, have you been tricked by this little guy?"

Shangguan Jie snorted coldly, "I, Shangguan Jie, have been struggling in the world for so many years. I am the only one who plays tricks on others. Who would play tricks on me? What a joke!!!"

As he spoke, the hand on his leg involuntarily clenched into a fist, and his masseter muscles wriggled.

When the two were talking.

A car slowly appeared in sight.

A handsome version of Monk Dengcao jumped out of the car.

He held the knife in his hand and glanced in the direction of Yang San'er.

After seeing Yang San'er who looked exactly like Wang Han, Yuezakimon rushed towards Yang San'er crazily.

Come before you.

Tsukizakimon held down the knife.

"Meet your Excellency again!"

Yang San'er turned his head, his vertical pupils facing Yuezakimon.

The fake evil spirit slowly emerged from his sleeves, with a faint evil aura lingering around him.

He looked horrified, "You're not dead!"

Tsukizakimon held the sword in his backhand.

"I couldn't kill you, I'm not willing to die!"

Yang Saner carried a fake god in his hand, looking like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Tsukizakimon holds the sword.

"Today, your Excellency and I can only live one life!"

Yang San'er held the god in his hand and sneered, "I'll let you chop first!"

Tsukizakimon laughed.

"Since you are so confident, I will take action!"

Yang San'er dismissed it.

One hand was still behind his back.

"It only takes one hand to kill you!"

Tsukisakimon smiled grimly.

"I like your character very much, but I am very angry at your words!"

Clang!

Knife light flashed.

Tsukisakimon stood behind Yang Saner.

Then Yang San'er's head, which looked exactly like Wang Han's, flew up.

Shangguan Jie and Hong Lian in the distance were confused.

"What... is this kid doing? Faking death? What happens next? Do we need to take action?"

Shangguan Jie didn't know why and was about to speak.

He saw a flash of fire in front of Tsukisakimon in the blink of an eye.

Tsukisakimon is confused.

Suddenly I felt a crisis coming.

Haven't responded yet.

Chest burst!

Blood flowers bloom from the heart.

Like a mandala in full bloom.

Tsukisakimon staggered back two steps.

He turned his head and looked in a certain direction.

Just when I saw that place, a figure slowly stood up.

Carrying the God-Slaying Spear.

Showing a signature smile.

Tsukisakimon choked out a mouthful of blood and fell down suddenly.

Upon seeing this, Shangguan Jie and Honglian stood up one after another, looking horrified.

"That person was at least in the six-petal realm, and he died like that?"

"how can that be?"

"Is this the case with today's thermal weapons?"

The two people looked into the distance with different expressions.

Then Wang Han folded the gun and stuffed it into his clothes again.

Weared a hood for myself.

Rubbing his face.

The whole person turned into the appearance of Tsukisakimon.

After Shangguan Jie and Honglian saw this scene.

Everyone frowned.

Seems to understand what it means.

"The little fox taught by the old fox! They do exactly the same thing!"

Wang Han asked Painted Skin Ghost to transport Yuezakimon's body back now.

He squatted on the ground and pretended to inspect Yang San'er's body.

In the distance, Yang Qiang hid in a corner and sent Yang Huhuan the video of Yuezakimon killing Yang San'er who had transformed into Wang Han.

"Village Chief! Wang Han is dead!"

Wang Han picked up the body and walked in one direction, preparing to bury it.

Yang Qiang once again found a candid angle and took a video.

"Village chief, that little devil is going to bury the body."

...

Yang Huhuan slapped his head and said, "High Priest, I suddenly thought of something. Wang Han has a gun. It is very powerful. It can kill masters who are half a step towards the Yuan Dynasty. Do you think Wang Han will kill that little devil?"

The high priest shook his head, "I've seen that gun before. It can indeed kill that little devil from a distance, but that little devil has learned his lesson. Attacking at close range will not give Wang Han any chance to draw the gun!" Do not worry!"

While he was talking, his phone vibrated.

Yang Huhuan was shocked when he saw the video sent by Yang Qiang.

He quickly handed the phone to the high priest.

"High Priest, you are really good at predicting things. That Wang Han is indeed dead!"

The high priest was dismissive.

Yang Huhuan was a little nervous, and the high priest glanced at him.

"Want that gun?"

"Yes!" Yang Huhuan smiled.

"Now that Wang Han is dead, that gun is yours!"

"Thank you, high priest! We will be there soon!"

The high priest smiled.

After landing, the high priest rushed out.

His hands were behind his back.

Stand behind the man watching the dig.

Wang Han dug a hole and buried Yang San'er who still looked like Wang Han.

suddenly.

The air became thicker.

It seems that the atmospheric pressure is increasing instantly.

Wang Han smiled.

"The high priest is here after all!"

behind.

tens of meters away.

The high priest was shocked when he heard this.

Wang Han pulled off his hood and slowly turned his head with a smile on his face.

"I wrote an acrostic poem for you, have you read it?"