The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Feng Erlie's head, and infinite killing intent emerged in the room. As long as Ximen Lang moved his finger, this despicable villain would disappear from the world forever.
Feng Erlie's eyes were full of fear, his body was shaking violently, he was scared to death, and he begged for mercy incoherently, "General Sect Master, please don't kill me... Please spare me for the sake of my father, Elder Feng."
Dog’s life…”
Ximen Lang frowned and asked, "This is what I want to ask you as well. Did you, father and son, collude to defraud Huamen's treasure?"
Feng Erlie felt a glimmer of hope. The boy seemed to have a good impression of his father. Maybe he would let him go for the sake of the old man. He hurriedly said: "No, my father doesn't know."
Ximen Lang asked doubtfully: "Since he doesn't know, why do you, a bastard, act so mischievously, but he doesn't show up? This is not conniving. Tell me...where is your father?"
"He...he left the country the day after you arrived." Feng Erlie was afraid that the other party would see that he was lying, so he tried his best to hide the panic in his expression.
Ximenlang said angrily: "You still dare to lie, Qingqing, cut off one of his ears."
"Don't..." Feng Erlie was horrified. Before he could finish his words, he only felt a chill in his ears, and then he felt hot and severe pain. And something fell below. It was a changed color.
ear.
A trace of blood appeared on the dagger. In the blink of an eye, Xiao Muqing cut off the other person's left ear, pressed the dagger against his throat, and warned: "Don't scream, I'll kill you if you dare to scream."
Ximen Lang said coldly: "Feng Erlie, I think you really don't want to live anymore. How dare you lie to me? Do you believe that I will have you chopped up alive? Come on, where is Elder Feng?" He thought in his heart.
He had already judged that the boy opposite was definitely lying. Regardless of whether Elder Feng was involved in his son's despicable plan to frame others, it was impossible for him to leave the helm at this time, because this was a very critical moment. In any way,
Elder Feng will not leave easily.
Feng Erlie's face was pale, but he didn't dare to scream because the dagger was pressed against his neck. After experiencing the cruelty of the other party, he certainly knew that Ximen Lang was not joking, and he could do what he said. If he didn't tell the truth, it would probably be very serious.
He would be killed as easily as he would crush an ant. However, if his father's whereabouts were revealed, he would probably die. If his father was saved, would he be able to spare him?
Gritting his teeth fiercely, Feng Erlie changed his attitude and acted like a bachelor, saying: "Don't ask, I won't tell you, just kill me."
"How dare you!" Xiao Muqing was no less cruel to her enemies than her husband-to-be. The dagger flashed quickly and blinded Feng Erlie's right eye.
"ah……"
Feng Erlie let out a scream that echoed in the silent night.
The shout attracted the guards patrolling the courtyard, and someone shouted loudly: "There is an assassin in Elder Feng's courtyard residence. Everyone, hurry over."
The shouts attracted many members of the Chinese clan, who rushed over like ants with weapons in hand, broke open the courtyard door, and surrounded the house. Hundreds of crossbows turned around the figures in the room.
Ximen Lang sneered, put away his gun, quickly bent down and grabbed Feng Erlie's body, turned around and rushed over, shouting loudly: "Feng Erlie is in my hand, whoever dares to be presumptuous, I will kill him first."
Blocking Feng Erlie's body in front, he kicked open the door and appeared in front of hundreds of Huamen members.
Many members of the Chinese sect exclaimed in low voices. They saw the usually arrogant Feng Hall Master being pinched by the neck and carried like a dead dog. His left ear was bare. It was obvious that his ear had been cruelly cut off. His right eye
The eye was closed and bleeding, and the eye was blind. The whole person was out of shape and looked very scary.
Feng Erlie howled miserably, "Eye...one of my eyes is blind..."
The one-eyed dragon with a long scar on his face holding a thick-backed purple gold sword was the guard captain Qiu Wanshan. He and some members of the Huamen recognized that the handsome young man who held the Master of the Wind Hall hostage was Ximen Lang, the chief helmsman who was seriously injured last time.
Thinking that he, who suffered from the ghostly clutches of the Flying Bat and suffered many other injuries, actually recovered, became lively again, and brought four girls here, making the Master of the Feng Hall look like a human or a ghost.
Qiu Wanshan was ugly and rough-hearted but had a careful heart. He had doubts about what was happening in Huamen these days. It turned out that the young man named Ximenlang did enter the main helm with the mountain and river fan. At that time, he saw clearly that it was Mr. Wu.
The items that the door owner once carried with him,
However, overnight, the respected person who was supposed to be respected suddenly turned into a sinner of the Huamen. The evidence provided by Feng Erlie on Shanhe Fan was obviously after the package was swapped. Then Elder Feng suddenly disappeared without any news. Mysteries followed one after another.
, which makes people confused.
Seeing Feng Erlie being held hostage, Qiu Wanshan hurriedly ordered: "Everyone, please don't act rashly. First, protect the personal safety of Hall Master Feng." Vaguely, he felt that Feng Erlie was the most suspicious, so he didn't want to wait with Ximen Lang at all.
People have head-on conflicts.
Seeing that the situation had become critical, Ximen Lang did not dare to waste any more time. He threatened angrily: "Feng Erlie, if you don't want your other eye to be blinded, please tell me the whereabouts of Elder Feng quickly?"
It turned out that he was asking about Elder Feng's whereabouts. Qiu Wanshan's eyes were fixed on Feng Erlie's distorted face, eager to know the answer.
Feng Erlie shouted hysterically: "Kill me, I won't tell you..."
After hearing this, Qiu Wanshan became even more suspicious. Could it be that he was responsible for Elder Feng's disappearance? No, he was Elder Feng's biological son after all, and he would not do anything unforgivable.
Seeing Feng Erlie saw that the attitudes of many members of the Huamen had become tougher, Ximen Lang said angrily: "Asshole, you really don't cry until you see the coffin, I'll gouge out your eyeballs." He waved his left hand, pointing his sword at lightning speed.
Point toward the other person's left eye.
Feng Erlie was so frightened that he screamed, "No, I said..."
A sneer appeared on Ximenlang's face. Fighting violence with violence is the best way to deal with evildoers! He stopped his fingers and scolded, "Say quickly..."
"call!"
A biting cold wind hit from the air and headed straight to Ximen Lang's head. It was a finger sword about half a foot long. It was extremely sharp and shone with silver light in the dark night, stabbing down like a bloodthirsty elf.
The four women next to them noticed the man in gray flying down from the roof at the same time, and exclaimed: "Be careful..." Then, all the weapons in their hands were directed at the man.
Daggers, daggers, scimitars, and Emei thorns all rushed towards the vital parts of the man in gray. At this moment, the finger sword was less than a foot away from Ximen Lang's head...