I'm pregnant with the cub of the gangster's apprentice

Only one night later, the master and apprentice returned to Donghuang Mountain again.

In the middle of the night, Donghuang Mountain was quiet and frightening. Bloodthirsty crows landed on the tall and low locust trees outside the city gate in large numbers, creaking and screaming, as if waiting for fresh corpses to fall into the long-dried blood.

On the towering and majestic city gate, there are two corpses hanging, one is well-dressed and the other is plain and unadorned. No one knows how long they hanged on the city gate, and no one knows how they died. In short, they are already dead ...

A small viewing stand was erected under the city gate at some point, and Mr. Lanwu, who was dressed in a phoenix-embroidered purple robe, reclined on the beauty couch, admiring the two corpses hanging on the city gate while drinking.

Hundreds of Panlonggu disciples held their breath and stood silently on both sides of Mr. Lanwu, not daring to blink their eyes. In the deathly silence, Mr. Lanwu suddenly dropped the wine cup in his hand on the ground. He said with a smile again: "The wine is finished, and my patience is exhausted. Old Palace Master Zhuang, do you remember where Master Rong Qingxuan fled to?"

Zhuang Fengxian, with disheveled hair, knelt weakly in front of Lord Lanwu, motionless.

Countless curse marks were placed on his body, the demon red seals flickered faintly with the faint sound of breathing, his left arm was twisted onto his back, there were seven or eight holes in his abdomen, each of which was bleeding .

Aunt Feng, who was kneeling with Zhuang Fengxian, was not much better, the gold hairpins were hanging in a mess in her hair, her face was covered with bloodstains, her shoes were lost somewhere, but she had a pair of snow-white feet.She shivered and shivered, her eyes were empty, and tears fell uninterruptedly.

"Tsk, why don't you talk." Lord Lanwu glanced at the two kneeling in front of him, "I'm already very patient and sincere, Old Palace Master Zhuang, if you are still so stubborn, I can only Hang your wife to the city gate too."

"Don't, don't, don't, don't kill me..." Aunt Feng was so frightened that she couldn't kneel anymore, she collapsed on the ground and frantically kowtowed to Lord Lanwu, "I don't know anything, I'm innocent, please, my lord! Let me go, let me go..."

Lord Lan Wu's enchanting phoenix eyes narrowed, and she smiled slightly: "Aunt Feng is a mid-year-old woman, she still has a charm, she is a great beauty, I always don't like to embarrass the beauty, but the old palace master is really hard to talk to."

Then he turned his head with a smirk, stared at Zhuang Fengxian's face and said, "Old Palace Master Zhuang, what do you think?"

Zhuang Fengxian remained motionless.

"Tsk, Old Palace Master Zhuang, why are you so silent? You are making it very difficult for me." Lord Lan Wu pulled out the sword from his waist, and picked Zhuang Fengxian's chin as if to tease a little girl. stand up.

Under the disheveled hair was an extremely pale face.

Mr. Lan Wu stared at Zhuang Fengxian's fierce and empty eyes like a ghost and smiled: "Hey, isn't this still alive, since you are alive, you should say something."

After finishing speaking, a sword pierced into Zhuang Fengxian's shoulder, and a bloody hole came out.

Zhuang Fengxian snorted, and finally made a sound.

"Does it hurt? Let's do it if it hurts!" Mr. Lanwu admired Zhuang Fengxian's painful expression, slowly turned the hilt of his sword and said, "For the sake of your merits in sealing the Northern Demon Emperor, I will consider keeping you and Your wife's life is on the premise that you are obedient and obedient. Come on, I will ask you again, the last time, where did Rong Qingxuan escape to?"

Zhuang Fengxian raised his head tremblingly.

"I have no idea!!!"

He stared fiercely at Mr. Lanwu, his eyes tearing apart: "You, you Panlonggu are arrogant and domineering, bullying others, there will always be retribution..."

The sinister smile on the corner of Lan Wujun's mouth sank a little bit.

Seeing this, Aunt Feng cried hoarsely: "Master! Tell me! Tell me quickly! Bi'er is dead, so do you want me to die? Then what benefit did Rong Qingxuan give you? Why are you so protective?" Him? For an outsider, do you want our whole family to die without a burial?"

"Shut up!" Zhuang Fengxian snapped angrily, "You, you, you, you still dare to mention Bi'er? If you hadn't instigated Bi'er to send a letter to Panlonggu, how could Huayang Palace have suffered such a catastrophe! You ignorant The stupid woman has the face to blame me!"

"What's wrong with me? I'm not here for Bi'er, for Huayang Palace, okay?" Aunt Feng shook her head like crazy and said, "If you hadn't insisted on letting those two people go, Bi'er would have been able to go to Panlong right now. Gu Lingchang! A good happy event suddenly turned into a disaster for you! Are you trying to get along with me?"

"You still say? How dare you say it!" Zhuang Fengxian swayed from side to side angrily, "I, Zhuang Fengxian, have been sitting upright all my life. When did I betray my friends? Don't say that I don't know their masters and apprentices at all. Even if I know the whereabouts of the two of you, I won't tell anyone! I only regret that I have married such a despicable woman like you in this life, and caused my son to die in hell."

When Zhuang Shu was mentioned, Zhuang Fengxian's heart heaved violently, causing the wounds all over his body to gush with blood.

He lowered his head and looked at the wound on his body: "Mr. Lanwu, don't waste time, let's do it."

After all, he closed his eyes decisively.

Lan Wujun smiled: "I have long heard that the old palace master Zhuang is stubborn. When I saw him today, he really deserves his reputation. Since this is the case, I can only send you two to see the two young masters of Zhuang."

"Don't! Don't!" Aunt Feng grabbed Lan Wujun's clothes, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I told you everything I know, everything! I'm really innocent Yes! Innocent!"

Lan Wujun pulled out the long sword stuck on Zhuang Fengxian's armor bone indifferently.

Aunt Feng looked at the inexhaustible blood dripping from the long sword and almost collapsed, she tugged Lan Wujun's clothes even harder and said, "Don't! Don't! If you want to kill, just kill Zhuang Fengxian and Zhuang Shu! Why did you kill me? Why did you kill my Bi'er? Bi'er took the risk to send you a letter! What's wrong? Isn't it enough that you killed my son for no reason? You still want to kill me?"

Mr. Lan Wu frowned slightly, and looked at Aunt Feng, who looked like crazy with tears on her face, with an ignorant and innocent look: "I don't want to kill your son either, why did Old Palace Master Zhuang refuse to say anything? You have to find someone to blackmail him."

As he said that, he leaned down and looked into Aunt Feng's eyes with a smile: "Actually, I didn't intend to kill you, but you were noisy and noisy, and you scratched my clothes, so I had no choice but to let you die."

With a sound of "poof", the long sword sank into Aunt Feng's heart.

Aunt Feng's half-open mouth trembled, her eyes were open and she lost her breath.

Zhuang Fengxian raised his eyes to look at the dead Aunt Feng, and closed them sadly.

Mr. Lan Wu patted the place Aunt Feng touched with a handkerchief: "Old Palace Master Zhuang, your wife has already gone, have you thought about how to die? For the sake of our acquaintance for many years, we You are allowed to choose the way you want to die."

Zhuang Fengxian opened his eyes again, and looked at Lord Lanwu with a sneer.

"Mr. Lanwu, this old man knows why you rejected this old man's door."

"Oh?" Lan Wujun raised his eyebrows, "Let's hear it."

Zhuang Fengxian said: "Ten years ago, under the recommendation of the Immortal Queen, the Immortal Emperor sent you to Beiyuan to seal the Northern Demon Emperor. You lost, but one month later, I led the Huayang Palace disciples to return in a big victory. You After that, she hated me and was looking for an opportunity to get revenge on me, but now she just waited for this opportunity and used it to make use of it."

Lord Lanwu glanced at Zhuang Fengxian, smiled and stroked the hilt of his sword and said: "Old Palace Master Zhuang has a delicate mind."

Zhuang Fengxian's eyes were full of disgust.

"Now that we've said all this, I might as well let the old palace master Zhuang die more clearly." Lord Lanwu lowered his voice and whispered in Zhuang Fengxian's ear, "It's because of you that my sister lost her face in front of the immortal emperor. Face, and then got angry with me, until now I haven't let me get close, if I don't take my anger on you, who should I take it on?"

Zhuang Fengxian listened with disdain, and finally his eyes widened suddenly: "You, you!"

An ambiguous but extremely evil sneer swayed from the corner of Lan Wujun's mouth: "Then... I will cut off the head of the old Palace Master Zhuang."

In an instant, the long sword held in his hand shook with aura.

Zhuang Fengxian was exceptionally calm. He glanced at the long sword in Mr. Lanwu's hand indifferently, and raised his head to look at the two sons hanging on the city gate.

"Shu'er, Bi'er..." Zhuang Fengxian cried, "Father is sorry for you, and father has come to make amends to you..."

Just when Zhuang Fengxian was going to die with a monstrous hatred for Panlong Valley, a gust of wind suddenly blew up on the city gate.

The strong wind took away the two bodies hanging from the city gate, and then swooped down, rushing towards Mr. Lanwu.

Lan Wujun's phoenix eyes sharpened, he jumped in front of the strong wind, and slashed down with his sword.

"Who?!"

"Mr. Lanwu, long time no see, you can't even tell me apart?"

The gust of wind gradually dissipated, and Rong Qingxuan, dressed in white like snow, appeared.

"Rong Qingxuan?" Lan Wujun stared at Rong Qingxuan excitedly, "It's you?"

Rong Qingxuan opened the folding fan and shook it: "Yes, it's me. Didn't Mr. Lanwu look for me everywhere? I came here because I thought about your hard work."

Lan Wujun stopped talking, just stared at Rong Qingxuan and sneered.

Rong Qingxuan was also sneering.

In the original book, this Lord Lanwu fought against Rong Qingxuan more than once.

Although he is the one who loses every time, Lord Lanwu, this does not affect him from continuing to challenge Rong Qingxuan. Looking at the entire Kyushu, all monks with good looks and excellent cultivation are regarded as imaginary enemies by Lord Lanwu.

There is no other reason, but because the younger brother of the fairy queen who holds an important position in Panlong Valley is too arrogant and always wants to prove his ability in front of the fairy queen.

"Mr. Lanwu, since I'm here, can you let old Palace Master Zhuang go?" Rong Qingxuan looked at Zhuang Fengxian who was looking at him in shock.

"That can't be done." Lan Wujun shook his head, "I said that I want to take the life of the old palace master Zhuang, so I must take the life of the old palace master Zhuang. How can a man not keep his word?"

Rong Qingxuan, who had long expected to be rejected by Lan Wujun, smiled.

"So, you all have to die today. After I die, I can go back and do business with my sister and brother-in-law." Lan Wujun caressed the blade of the sword, "Rong Qingxuan, ask your apprentice to come out, what's the use of being in front of this gentleman?" Those who hide will die sooner or later."

Rong Qingxuan pulled the corner of his lower lip lightly: "Who said my apprentice is hiding?"

He looked at the scorching sun slowly rising in the sky: "Don't worry, he'll be here soon."

As soon as Rong Qingxuan's words fell, a huge red gold array net fell from the sky, and the golden cloud covered the heads of the disciples of Panlonggu.

"What is this?" Lan Wujun raised his head, flustered and annoyed.

Rong Qingxuan slowly put away the folding fan: "This is called closing the door and beating the dog."

After all, two white flashes flew down from the golden formation and landed beside Rong Qingxuan.

Lan Wujun stared at the two people standing beside Rong Qingxuan in disbelief and said, "Dan Yangzi? Rong Qingxuan's apprentice?"

Danyangzi and Longli were silent.

Just now, the three of them were lying on the city wall, seeing everything that happened here.

If you can't bear it, why do you need to bear it?

How about Panlong Valley?The big deal is to exchange life for life, if Zhuang Fengxian cannot be rescued today, he will go all out and drag the people of Panlong Valley to die here together!

"Master." Long Li, who had already gritted his teeth with hatred, said, "Young Master Zhuang's body has been put away."

"Okay." Rong Qingxuan sent a voice to Danyangzi, "Danyangzi, the formation has been set up, let's go, we master and apprentice don't want to drag you down."

Dan Yangzi snorted and came back: "Let's go? Farewell, I'd better stay and collect the corpses for both of you, master and apprentice."

Rong Qingxuan curled his lips and summoned the Chopper Sword: "Thank you so much."

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