Long Shihao, Zhao Qiang and Lang Yixin looked indifferently at the group of old men acting there, looking quite funny and ridiculous. When the results came out, Zhao Qiang smiled and asked Lang Yixin who was standing next to him: "What do you have?
Feel?"
"A bunch of clowns."
"Haha, Isshin, you are too arrogant? How can you say that? How can you say that someone is a clown when they are so old... Older people should be old clowns!"
"It means the same thing."
"Whatever you want, Zhao Qiang, let's go." Long Shihao put down the tea cup in his hand and said indifferently. Then, Long Shihao walked out first. Zhao Qiang and Lang Yixin sneered at the group of old men and followed them.
go out.
"Long Shihao, stop!" the second elder shouted angrily. He was the one who wanted to drag Long Shihao, master and disciple, into hell the most among all the elders. Long Shihao did not look back, but Zhao Qiang
Turning his head, he waved the dagger in his hand towards him. When he saw the dagger bursting with silver light, the expression on the second elder's face was ferocious and terrifying, his eyes were red, and he was almost as strong as Lang Yixin when he was furious.
"Hey, his eyes look like yours!" Zhao Qiang poked Lang Yixin's arm and said.
Lang Yixin reached out and rubbed the place Zhao Qiang had touched just now with displeasure, and said coldly: "He looks too ugly."
"Uh...you think you're handsome?"
"Better than you."
"Damn, you damn shemale, you look like a Korean stick, and you dare to say you're more handsome than me... Did you see? I'm much more manly than you..."
Seeing the two people fighting and not taking the Presbyterian Church seriously at all, the First Elder looked livid and stood at the door, shouting to the three people who were about to walk out of the yard: "Long Shihao, according to the rules of the sect, you are now
You are no longer the acting sect leader of the 'Xuanwu Sect'. We will choose a new sect leader, and you will be given three days to complete the handover with him. Also... we will definitely investigate your apprentice's matter thoroughly.
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"Whatever you want." Long Shihao's voice came from a distance, and the elder suddenly became angry and broke the wooden frame with a fist.
"Master, why did you give up on your own?" After walking out of the door, Zhao Qiang and Lang Yixin stopped playing and looked serious. Zhao Qiang's heart was full of doubts. Based on his understanding of Long Shihao,
He is definitely not someone who gives up easily.
"They have many votes and are determined to pull me down. It's useless even if I vote." A wry smile appeared on Long Shihao's face, which surprised Zhao Qiang.
"Then what should we do now?" Zhao Qiang looked at his expression interestingly and asked with a smile.
Long Shihao did not answer Zhao Qiang's question, but turned his face and said to Lang Yixin: "Go and call Lao Qi."
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In Zhao Qiang's view, the "Xuanwu Sect" is all a group of perverts, either martial arts idiots like the second uncle, or lustful like the third uncle, but they look "patriotic", or like the fourth uncle
A gentleman on the surface, Yue Buqun behind his back... All in all, these seventh uncles can be considered the most normal people in the "Xuanwu Sect" who were killed.
Uncle Seventh Master has broad shoulders and a slim waist, a slender figure, a smiling face all day long, and a face that is so charming that you will die for it. He wears a white suit all day long, with a Monte No. 1 cigar in his mouth.
Dressed like a playboy. The seventh uncle is also in his thirties, but he is not married, but he has many close friends all over the world.
Many people, after going to a place, like to carve words on some famous scenic spots or take photos to prove that they have been there. But Uncle Qi did not do this, and his method was better than others
More. Every time he goes out on a mission, he will find a woman in that city, and then leave traces of his visit on her body... It is said that in addition to Africa, cannibals, and some
He had marked every other city in the fully developed tribal areas. Most of the "little yellow books" that Zhao Qiang read when he was a child were "found" in his room.
When King Xuanwu was alive, Uncle Seventh had a particularly good relationship with King Xuanwu. Now that King Xuanwu has died of illness, he naturally became a supporter of Long Shihao. But Zhao Qiang was a little curious about this. Long
Shihao has a righteous and righteous character, while Uncle Seventh Master has a playboy image. How could they get along? In other words, Zhao Qiang really doesn't want to stay with Long Shihao.
It is said that Uncle Seventh also likes men. Could it be that Master... Oh, it's so disgusting... Zhao Qiang gave up this idea.
As soon as the seventh uncle entered the door, he looked at Zhao Qiang with a smile and asked: "The little lady is back? How many beauties have you killed outside?"
"Hehe... I can't compare with you, Uncle Master. Uncle Master, you are the one I can't surpass!" Zhao Qiang said with a sneer. The Seventh Master Uncle has a more casual personality, and he always treats his disciples regardless of their age.
.As far as Zhao Qiang knows, even among his younger disciples, there are a few little girls who like him. His personal charm is indeed extraordinary!
"Well... you are still young. There will be a day when you will surpass me. Come on, little **." Uncle Qi patted Zhao Qiang on the shoulder and encouraged him.
"Uncle Seventh Master is so impressed. I can give the others a try, but as for this woman, I guess I have no chance. You have already killed a thousand people, and it will take me three years to kill one person a day... Besides, I
It still holds the record of not killing one for more than 20 years." Zhao Qiang waved his hand and said modestly. But in his heart, he really admired his seventh uncle. The brothers who went out with him on missions had told him about him.
An anecdote. One time he went out for a drink. On the first day, he went to the hotel to spend the night with a beautiful woman. On the second day, he took the beautiful woman's sister to spend the night. On the third day, he took the two sisters to the hotel together.
overnight……
"Let's get down to business!" Long Shihao sat on the chair and said expressionlessly. After listening to his words, Uncle Qi, who had a playful smile just now, immediately became serious. This change once again made Zhao Qiang doubt the man just now.
The possibility of disgusting thoughts.
"Dragon King, what did the Presbyterian Council say?" Uncle Seventh Master sat next to Long Shihao, leaning forward slightly, looking at him seriously, and asked.
"My acting sect leader has been dismissed." Long Shihao said with a sneer.
"Removal? Why do those old immortals do this? Do they have to wait until the 'Xuanwu Sect' is destroyed before they can wake up? No, I will go find them." The seventh uncle stood up with anger on his face and was about to go to the elder
meeting.
"Stop!" Long Shihao put down the blue and white porcelain teacup in his hand and shouted loudly.
"Are you going to listen to them like this? Don't you care about brotherhood? Do you really want to see the 'Xuanwu Sect' founded by King Xuanwu be destroyed?"
"The Presbyterian Council has the right to decide to remove the sect leader. Their proposal passed the vote and is in line with the rules of the 'Xuanwu Sect'." Long Shihao said calmly. On the surface, it looks like there is no joy or worry, which is hard to see.
Come out with his true thoughts.
"But this rule is unreasonable in the first place. It's all a conspiracy. If they want, they can remove the sect leader at any time. Their power is astonishing. Who dares to offend them?"
"Why use unreasonable Xuanwu?" Long Shihao asked rhetorically.
"Hmph! I know that King Xuanwu regretted it at the beginning, but it was done and he had no choice..." Uncle Seventh Master suddenly stood up from his chair and said angrily: "No, I definitely disagree.
.I will go find them now. If you are dismissed, they will definitely help that sycophant. At that time, will the 'Xuanwu Sect' still be the 'Xuanwu Sect'?"
"It's useless, we can only find another way."
"What can we do?" Uncle Seventh's eyes lit up and he asked.
"A once and for all solution."
"Once and for all? Oh... Hahahaha... Okay! This is a good idea! Dragon King, you have made up your mind... Come on, Zhao Qiang, do you want a cigar? This is a good thing, except for a woman's body.
This fascinates me the most, hahahaha..." Uncle Seventh Master generously took out his cigar box, took out a cigar from it and threw it to Zhao Qiang, and then held one in his mouth. Normally, even if
The King of Heaven is here, so don’t even think about trying his cigars. He is so generous today, obviously he is in a good mood.
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It’s a murderous night with a dark moon and high wind.
Today's night is perfect for killing people. The wind is cold and the clouds are thick and the moon is thin. When you stretch out your hand, you can't even see your own fingers. The dark sky makes the whole sky look like a faceless creature.
A ferocious beast.
Long Shihao, Seventh Master Uncle, and Zhao Qiang stood side by side, and opposite them stood a row of strong men in black. These people were the peripheral disciples of Seventh Master Uncle, and this time they would attack the compound of the Presbyterian Church.
Lang Yixin did not participate in this mission because his body had not yet recovered.
"Zhao Qiang, you will be in charge this time." Long Shihao looked at Zhao Qiang and said.
Zhao Qiang knew that this was Master trying to build momentum for himself. If the attack was successful tonight, he would be the next sect leader. Therefore, there are some things that must be shouldered and cannot be looked down upon by those short-sighted old guys. Zhao Qiang asked
He took a step forward and answered loudly: "Yes!"
"Go!" Long Shihao nodded lightly and said.
Zhao Qiang glanced around at the dozen or so tough and upright men standing in front. Zhao Qiang suddenly laughed and said, "It's just a matter of killing a few old men. Don't be so nervous. I'll simply assign the tasks! Seven
Uncle Master led six men to ambush at the back door, and Master and I led the remaining men to attack from the front. Those old men maintained their identities and would not escape over the wall, and... we killed them all, leaving no survivors."
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ps: I have some trivial matters to deal with at home, so I’ll do another chapter tomorrow