During his trip to Nanjing, Ximenlang gained a lot. Not only did he capture Xue Wensheng, but he also retrieved two of Huamen's most precious treasures, the Hualong Ring and the Mountain and River Fan. Afterwards, he escorted Xue Wensheng and flew back to Shanxi Taiyuan City.
After thinking hard, I came up with a good way to deal with the Xue family and his son.
On the third day, the wind was sunny and the helicopter took off again and headed towards Zhejiang. Four people were sitting on the plane, namely Ximen Lang, Wen Ziling, as well as Xue Wensheng and Xue Mo, who had their acupuncture points tapped.
The four of them were in different moods. Ximenlang was elated, and Wen Ziling showed uncontrollable excitement because she was about to see her parents who had been away for a few days. She received a call from her mother yesterday, asking her to go back to Heshuo, which happened to be
My sweetheart also wanted to send the two guys in the back seat there so that they could go back together. As for the Xue family father and son, their faces were livid, and they were extremely angry at being reduced to prisoners.
The helicopter arrived at Heshuo at noon. At this time, the square in the city center had already stopped smoking. Hundreds of Julang Gang members wearing black suits and black sunglasses were waiting around, making many citizens stay away and dare not approach.
As the roar of the propeller became louder and louder, the helicopter slowly descended vertically and then landed smoothly. The cabin door opened, and Ximen Lang and Wen Ziling came out of the cabin.
The top leader of the Julang Gang stationed at Heshuo is Hall Master Liu Wei. Wearing a crisp suit, he quickly came forward and said with a smile: "Welcome Brother Lang back."
Ximen Lang looked at the hundreds of serious-looking subordinates and felt very satisfied. He smiled and said: "Actually, no matter how good other places are, they can't be as good as Pegatron. Call a few boys to bring the two people in the cabin.
The prisoners were carried down, and the local products were also unloaded and loaded onto the truck."
"yes."
Liu Wei gave an order, and five or six men came forward, dragged the Xue family and his son out of the cabin, carried them and threw them into a truck nearby. There were also more than ten people unloading and loading many local specialties from the helicopter.
Get to the car.
Ximenlang and others got on the bus, and the long motorcade started to drive towards Puyundong with no end in sight. There were hundreds of people staying in the square to guard the helicopter and no citizens were allowed to get close.
The huge McDonnell Douglas helicopter stood out in the spacious square, attracting countless people to watch and talk about it.
"Oh my god, who drove this? You're so awesome?"
"Who else, Ximen Lang is back,"
"Awesome, it's different to become the underworld overlord of the entire Zhejiang Province. He has a plane..."
More than forty minutes later, the convoy arrived at the shantytown of Puyundong. The first car stopped in front of the entrance of Wen Ziling's house. The green-robed ancestor and Hong Jiao, who had just had lunch and were enjoying the cool under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, stood up and wondered.
Look over.
"Master, Master Wife..."
"Dad...Mom..."
Ximen Lang and Wen Ziling got out of the car and shouted excitedly, as if they were two innocent children rushing over.
The green-robed ancestor still looked the same as before. He was wearing a worn-out monk's robe on his tall body, and the front was shiny. When he saw Ximen Lang, a smile appeared on his extremely ugly face, and a flash of fierce triangular eyes flashed across his face.
A trace of loving gaze. Waiting for Ximen Lang to arrive
When he came closer, he suddenly grabbed his apprentice and threw it into the sky with both arms. Ximen Lang's body immediately flew to a height of seven or eight meters in the air, and then quickly fell down. The green-robed ancestor caught him and threw him out again, followed by
The apprentice plays a game that seems extremely thrilling to others.
With the wind whistling in his ears, Ximen Lang smiled and allowed his master to throw him around like a ball. He knew that this was the master's way of expressing his happiness, and he couldn't help but feel happy. Although his master was fierce and ugly, and he had grown a little longer.
The unparalleled big donkey in the world may seem weird to others, but he is so friendly to him that he regards him as an irreplaceable relative in his heart.
Wen Ziling leaned against her mother, looked at the two men with bright eyes, and said with a smile: "Mom, look at Xiaolang, he is so humiliated by his father, and he will always let him do whatever he wants!"
Hong Jiao was also very satisfied with Ximen Lang as his apprentice. She felt that although the child was cunning, he was extremely filial to the couple and was no worse than his own son.
Ximen Lang knew that she had a disability in her legs but was in good health, so he ordered his men to do everything possible to find valuable tonics such as wild ginseng and polygonum multiflorum that were hundreds of years old. No matter how expensive they were, they would buy them and mail them to her. After passing through these many rare Chinese herbal medicines
Following the regulations, Hong Jiao's complexion improved a lot, and the wrinkles on her face were reduced. She seemed to be several years younger, like an old tree rejuvenating.
A rare smile appeared on Hong Jiao's gloomy face all year round, and she said sincerely: "Xiao Lang is really a good kid."
The green-robed ancestor grabbed his disciple and threw it five or six times before giving up. The last time he threw it as high as he could, throwing Ximen Lang more than ten meters high. His figure became extremely small, and then he ignored it and put his hands behind his back.
And stand.
Ximenlang rushed down like a cannonball. When he was about to reach the ground, he did a backflip and landed firmly on the ground. He said with a smile: "I have met the master and his wife."
Hong Jiao's eyes were piercing, and of course she saw that her apprentice's skills were even more agile, so she said with surprise: "Xiao Lang, your kung fu has improved a lot?"
Ximen Lang said modestly: "I haven't made much progress, just a little bit..."
Hong Jiao said, "Really? You'll know after you try it." Suddenly, she released her hands and crutches and jumped up, flying more than five meters high. With her arms shaking, she shot out twelve flying knives at the same time, heading straight for
On the middle and lower roads of Ximenlang Mountain, it doesn’t look like he’s testing his martial arts skills at all, but he actually kills someone in pain.
Twelve flying knives flashed with cold light, shooting past like lightning, thrilling!
Wen Ziling was shocked and shouted anxiously: "Mom, what are you doing?" She knew Xiaolang's strength. If her mother shot five or six flying knives at the same time, she would probably be able to avoid them without being hurt. However, this was twelve knives.
Shooting the flying knives at the same time is his mother's most proud stunt, the twelve soul-chasing slashes, how could he avoid it!
His wife suddenly resorted to cruel measures, but the green-robed ancestor was not worried at all. He looked over with interest, wanting to see how his precious apprentice resolved the crisis.
There was no look of surprise on Ximen Lang's face, he raised his hands, and a shocking scene appeared!
Actually, the same twelve willow-leaf flying knives were shot out, and both the speed and the force were even better than the flying knives shot by the master's wife.
For a moment, the green-robed ancestor's triangular eyes flashed brightly, and Wen Ziling's bright eyes widened in surprise, looking like she couldn't believe it.
In mid-air, there was a constant sound of dinging, dinging, dinging, and all the flying knives fired by Hong Jiao were intercepted. Twenty-four flying knives collided and flew in all directions...