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Chapter 65: Licking the Wolf in Ancient Times

Yang Kang is a Muggle!

All the melon-eating guests who came out were stunned, looking at Yang Kang with strange expressions, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Hey! What are you talking about, you stinky Taoist priest? The biological father of the young prince is naturally Prince Zhao. How could he be such a dirty guy? How could he still want to blackmail the prince's palace for a sum of money?"

Fortunately, Hou Tonghai, a reckless man, still stood up and yelled at Qiu Chuji with disdain in his eyes.

Peng Lianhu, who was thoughtful, also came out to the platform and said, "You stinking Taoist priest, you are just talking nonsense. You are so brave to come up and insult the young prince like this."

Qiu Chuji was so angry that he stared at Yang Kang with eyes full of anger: "You think so too?"

In his opinion, the teacher's destiny is the most important thing. He has said so, and Yang Kang's mother is still here. Why can't he believe this?

Yang Kang was even more confused. He was a smart person. When Qiu Chuji said that this man was his biological father, he instinctively denied it.

But from his mother's performance over the years, Qiu Chuji's teaching him martial arts and other things combined one by one, he knew that this matter was probably true.

But for him now, it doesn't matter whether he admits it or not. The important thing is that he can't lose his identity as a young prince.

"Master, the reputation of Prince Zhao's Mansion cannot be ruined by just a few words from you."

Yang Kang's eyes turned sinister, and he suddenly said: "Everyone, the gangsters are rude today, and Prince Zhao's palace has been humiliated. Please join hands and keep them all here."

As soon as Yang Kang said these words, everyone's expressions changed drastically. Qiu Chuji looked in disbelief. Yang Tiexin also trembled and was shocked in his heart.

"What a thief, he actually wants to ask Rong to kill his father!"

Qiu Chuji drew his long sword, and Peng Lianhu took the lead and drew out the hidden weapon, heading straight towards his face.

In an instant, there was a fierce battle between the two sides. Qiu Chuji led Guo Jing, Mu Nianci, and Yang Tiexin to fight against their opponents Peng Lianhu, Master Lingzhi, Hou Tonghai, and his nephew, the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, and others.

"Qiu Chuji Niubi."

In the distance, Zhang Ziyu and Huang Rong were eating snacks on a roof, and they were also stunned.

Even if Yang Kang is not a despicable villain, but an ordinary normal person, he will be angry when he comes up.

Zhang Ziyu had a strange look on his face. Could it be that Taoist Qiu was ranked in Zu'an, and when everyone met, they would say: I am your father?

"Zhang Ziyu, that Taoist priest seems to be no match for them."

Zhang Ziyu took a glance and found that even if Ouyang Ke didn't take action, under the leadership of Master Lingzhi, Qiu Chuji would still have a very difficult time dealing with it.

There is no way, Qiu Chuji can lead three pits alone, Guo Jing is slightly better, but he is only on the fifth floor of the acquired world, and Mu Nianci and Yang Tiexin are both around the fourth floor of the acquired world.

On the opposite side, except for a few of the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River who made up the numbers.

The weakest Hou Tonghai has the sixth level of acquired strength, the remaining Peng Lianhu has the seventh level of acquired strength, and the spiritual master has the eighth level of acquired strength. They are all not weak.

Qiu Chuji, who is also on the eighth level of Houtian, can resist for so long. He must be grateful to his master Wang Chongyang.

The Quanzhen Education system teaching class gave Qiu Chuji a strong foundation, which is why he delayed it for so long.

Zhang Ziyu said: "Where are you? Didn't you notice that someone is missing?"

When Zhang Ziyu mentioned this, Huang Rong suddenly reacted and asked, "Where is the Taoist priest named Wang Chuyi?"

"No, the princess has been kidnapped!"

Exclaims rang out, and everyone looked around and suddenly saw a black-robed Taoist on the eaves of the palace flying towards the door of the palace with a woman in white.

Behind him, the sound in the palace was extremely noisy. The voices of many soldiers and palace guards came one after another, and the footsteps were very chaotic.

As soon as Wang Chu landed with Bao Xiruo, Bao Xiruo saw Yang Tiexin at a glance. Although he looked much older after so many years, wasn't he her husband Yang Tiexin?

"Brother Tie!"

"Cherish the weakness!"

The two hugged each other, Wang Chuyi and Qiu Chuji stood in the front, facing each other opposite Peng Lianhu, Master Lingzhi and others.

Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo recognized each other, which made everyone confused for a while.

Peng Lianhu and the others knew the princess, and now that the princess was hugging that rough man, wasn't he the biological father of Yang Kang whom Qiu Chuji mentioned just now?

In this way, Wanyan Kang should not be called Yang Kang. He is really not Prince Zhao's son.

For a moment, Yang Kang's face turned livid. He originally wanted to kill these people and get one of them to die without any evidence, but now he was stoned.

He was so smart that he didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.

He deliberately asked these guests to take action together, but at a glance, he found that Peng Lianhu and others had a bad attitude.

They are guests of the palace, not Yang Kang's guests. Without the identity of the young prince, they really do not necessarily appreciate Yang Kang.

For a moment, Yang Kang's face turned gloomy: "Concubine, come here quickly, don't be with those rebellious officials and traitors."

Yang Kang gritted his teeth. Although he didn't want to show his vicious side to his mother, he had already lost control of his expression.

Bao Xiruo's expression changed, and Yang Tiexin was also shaken. At this moment, Yang Kang actually called him a traitor and traitor.

Suddenly, my heart felt as if it had sunk to the bottom of a valley, feeling chilled.

"Okay... you Yang Kang, you've reached this point and you're still being stubborn, you evildoer!"

Qiu Chuji's teeth were almost broken, and the anger in his eyes seemed to be gushing out.

"Come here, surround them all."

At this moment, Wanyan Honglie arrived here with a large group of troops. The whole street was filled with golden soldiers in front and back. It looked like there were at least two thousand soldiers and horses. They had long spears in their hands, and the rear group was even more organized with archers.

Standing in line, bows drawn and arrows ready to fire.

Wanyan Honglie came to the front of the battle with a pained look on his face, looking at Bao Xiruo in Yang Tiexin's arms.

Eighteen years, a whole eighteen years, he still hasn't won Bao Xiruo's heart.

"Xi Ruo, you... do you really want to make this choice?"

"Your Majesty, Xiruo thanks you for taking care of me for many years, but Xiruo's heart is only with Brother Tie."

Although Bao Xiruo is weak, his love for Yang Tiexin is not compromised at all.

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Ziyu could feel Wanyan Honglie's heartbroken voice while listening from a distance.

Wanyan Honglie, an early model of dog licking in ancient times, licked for eighteen years and even raised other people's children, but he couldn't get a heart in exchange for it. He was very pitiful.

Wanyan Honglie's expression kept changing, and finally turned gloomy and serious, his heart died, so he naturally became his own hero.

"Kang'er, for the past eighteen years I have treated you like a stranger. This is the relationship between our father and son. If you are willing, you can still be my Kang'er and the young prince of the palace. How about that?"

Wanyan Honglie's question really shocked everyone. No one could have imagined that he would ignore his past grudges and regard Yang Kang as his son.

His tone didn't sound fake. There was a touch of retention and pleading in his determination. He really regarded Yang Kang as his son.

Zhang Ziyu in the distance didn't think it was strange. After all, he had raised her for eighteen years, so it was fake to have no feelings.

Huang Rong said: "This Wanyan Honglie actually has true feelings for Yang Kang."

"It's true, but a relationship based on a mistake will end up being like a mirror."

There is a saying that cultivating kindness is better than generating kindness, but that is only in the case of innocent kindness.

Wanyan Honglie first killed the goddess' neighbor and his husband, and then said to the goddess, "Come on, I will support you."

Damn it, there is something wrong with this logic. This is the logic of Zhang San, an outlaw maniac.

Wait, Lao Lie is not a dog licker, he is clearly a representative of the wolf licker in ancient times.

After killing the goddess’ husband, the goddess fell in love with me.

Fuck (a kind of plant), Prince Zhao is also a ruthless person.

Yang Kang's expression suddenly changed and he suddenly became determined: "Okay, from today on, there will only be Wanyan Kang and no more Yang Kang!"


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