Pick up an assassin as a wife

Fatty Liu was so frightened that his legs went weak.

"You dare to say one more word, and I will make you die without knowing how you died." Cold and harsh words came from the ANBU member's mouth.

The group of people behind Fatty Liu stood there in shock...

Even Sangbiao, who was holding a gun on the other side, opened his eyes wide and dared not turn around with the gun in his hand.

Because this group of people is really terrifying...so powerful...

Fatty Liu was so frightened that his crotch was wet, big beads of sweat dripped down his face, and his legs were trembling...

"Okay... okay... I won't say... I won't say..." Fatty Liu spat out the words with his mouth trembling.

He is afraid of death, more than anyone else.

The mad cow over there could also feel that these strangers were absolutely terrifying, so he cleverly kept his mouth shut. Moreover, his chest and ribs had been completely shattered. Even if he wanted to show off now, he didn't have the ability.

The gangsters around him didn't dare to speak when they saw the leader, so they naturally didn't dare to move.

On the other hand, only Tang Xiaolong, who was covered in blood, and Aqiu and the others were staring at Luohe Buddha and the others in front of them...

Because they recognize these strange and cold people in front of them.

Since the last time he met the Anbu You, Tang Xiaolong has deeply remembered the cold aura emanating from that You. Now this group of people is the same as the Anbu You last time. So are they from the Duanmu family?

How could the Duanmu family get involved in this matter?

After Fatty Liu and Mad Bull over there didn't dare to move, the blood monk finally squinted his eyes and walked step by step towards the brothers and Li Tian who were already covered in scars.

"You... you... are from the Dark Duanmu family?"

Chen Qiaozhi had a pale face there, coughing while looking at the blood monk in front of him and the people following him.

Hearing Chen Qiaozhi reveal his identity, the fourth elder of the Duanmu family, the blood monk, suddenly smiled.

The voice said in a high-pitched and harsh tone: "I didn't expect anyone to recognize us..."

When they heard that the people in front of them were indeed the Duanmu family, the expressions of Tang Xiaolong and Chen Qiaozhi suddenly changed.

"What do you want to do?" Tang Xiaolong said, holding the injury on his chest and trying his best to stand.

His eyes were swollen with fighting intent, as if he was preparing to fight the fourth elder blood monk of the Duanmu family.

But the blood monk sneered and said, "If you don't want to die, just stay with me... It's best not to talk too much."

His voice was originally shrill and unpleasant, completely opposite to his person.

When he said these words at this moment, Tang Xiaolong, who was full of blood, was furious.

Tang Xiaolong is the kind of person who will not bow his head even if he is dead, even if he knows he will die, like now.

He clenched his fists tightly, even if his body was covered in blood and injuries, he didn't care.

"I will fight with you."

As Tang Xiaolong roared, he raised his fist and hit the blood monk.

Tang Xiaolong was severely injured and his body was stretched to the limit. The punch he threw had no strength at all and had no effect at all...

Isn’t this? When the punch was thrown, the blood monk didn't even look at it.

A rough big hand suddenly pinched Tang Xiaolong's neck from nowhere.

"you wanna die."

As the sharp words came out of his mouth, he was ready to crush Tang Xiaolong in front of him to death.

"Fourth...let them go."

Just when the blood monk was about to kill Tang Xiaolong, the blind Luohe Buddha said a faint word from his mouth.

Hearing the words of Luohe Futu, the eldest elder of the Duanmu family, the blood monk sneered and slowly let go of his arms. The lying dragon fell to the ground with a bang, and his neck was pinched by the blood monk's inadvertent move just now. His neck was purple-red... and there were five finger prints on it that were as clear as ghosts.

If Luohe Futu hadn't spoken just now, Tang Xiaolong in front of him would have been crushed to death.

"You are lucky, you will be the first person to live in my body." The blood monk smiled sharply.

What he said was absolutely correct, Blood Monk's men never left anyone alive.

Therefore, he was dubbed the most ferocious among the four elders of the Duanmu family, and was named: Blood Monk.

But the Blood Monk had to listen to what Luohe Buddha said.

That's just because Luohe Buddha is a hundred times more awesome than Blood Monk.

After Chen Qiaozhi heard the old voice of Luohe Pagoda, he couldn't help but focus on the face of Luohe Pagoda.

His hair was all gray... his two eyes without black pupils, which gave people a strange feeling, were slightly turned upward.

He stood with his hands behind his back, standing there quietly.

The moment Chen Qiaozhi saw him, he was suddenly shocked.

That kind of shock was something the sick scholar Chen Qiaozhi had never seen before. Even when Li Tian was using the nine Rashomon styles, Chen Qiaozhi in front of him had never been so shocked.

Could it be said that Chen Qiaozhi knew the white-haired blind old man in front of him?

As soon as the Luo River comes out, all living beings will be massacred!

Eight words suddenly flashed through Chen Qiaozhi's mind.

Could it be that he was the Luohe Pagoda that was famous all over the country?

Chen Qiaozhi, a sick scholar, has always been known for his erudition and resourcefulness. He had heard of the reputation of Luohe Pagoda in northern Liaoning more than ten years ago.

The underworld in northern Liaoning regard Luohe Pagoda as a god.

The giant crocodile of the underworld in the Asian area, everyone must know the murderous man who once fought in the Valley of the Dead.

Luohe Pagoda.

He was the Luohe Pagoda back then.

When he was young, he accumulated countless honors and a reputation as a vicious person.

Over the years, he has been crowned as a god-level figure and rarely appears in the underworld... His deeds have become distant legends to the outside world.

But who could have imagined that here, the sick scholar Chen Qiaozhi would actually see this strange man in person.

Of course he was shocked.

Why does the Luohe Pagoda appear here? And he's still with this murderous man in front of him who looks like a monk?

What on earth are they doing here?

"That kid is about to die...Boss, do we still want such a character?" The blood monk of the Duanmu family suddenly asked in a sharp voice, looking at the Luohe Pagoda in front of him.

Luohe Buddha said slightly: "Yes."

The blood monk was a little disappointed, but he didn't say too many words.

"Black Eagle, did you see that move he used?" Luohe Futu suddenly asked.

Standing behind him was Black Eagle, the number one ANBU member of the Duanmu family. He took a step forward and made a low hum. His eagle eyes were fixed on Li Tian, ​​who was lying unconscious on the ground.