The two banquet tables in the room had completely different atmospheres. At the table on the left, only Nie Gandang and Ying Donghan were drinking one glass after another. Their faces were ashen and lifeless, as if they were two little ghosts who had just crawled out of the grave drinking together.
Everyone kept a respectful distance, fearing that they would avoid him. But the table on the right was crowded with many leaders of the Chinese sect, drinking wine from large bowls and eating large pieces of meat. It was full of laughter and laughter, and it was very lively.
Hearty laughter came from the next table from time to time. Nie Gandang felt that it was particularly harsh, and his lungs almost exploded. He threw the wine glass on the table and said with a cold face: "Let's go." Ying Donghan also felt that the wine and food were like a lump in his throat.
, there was no way to eat this meal, he nodded and said: "Let's go."
The two stood up and left in despair, like wild dogs after being beaten.
Luo Aohai snorted and cursed: "Damn, they are just two vicious foxes, always trying to scheme against others. I despise such people the most."
Xiao Dingfeng comforted him and said: "Lao Luo, forget it, we can't afford to get angry with people like them and continue drinking."
Instead of looking at the unsightly person, the group of people were in higher spirits. Just in response to that sentence, they drank with a close friend and drank too much. They all became brothers with Ximen Lang. They felt that this young man was honest and did not hide his adultery when he drank.
He has high praise.
There is no such thing as a banquet in the world. After the banquet, Ximen Lang said goodbye to many leaders and returned to his residence to rest. Naturally, he was carefully taken care of by Xiao Muqing and other four beautiful girls. Some offered him fragrant tea, while others offered him
Massage, etc., serving him meticulously.
Ximen Lang lay on the bed and enjoyed himself like an emperor. He told the girls that he was going to Hunan tomorrow to perform a special mission and asked them to wait for his return at the main helm. However, they were unanimously opposed by the four girls. The collective
Ask him to take them there to help him.
As soon as Ximen Lang expressed his disagreement, he was bombarded by the four girls, who made it clear that regardless of whether he agreed or not, their trip to Hunan was decided. In desperation, he had no choice but to nod in agreement.
In the evening, Elder Feng summoned Ximen Lang for another detailed discussion. He first persuaded him to give up the mission. After his earnest attempts to comfort him failed, Elder Feng could only agree to him carrying out the mission. Finally, he told him: "I only have one request.
, no matter whether your mission is successful or not, you must come back alive, because you are the future of Huamen."
Ximenlang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will get back alive."
After the conversation, when Ximen Lang returned to his residence, the sky was very cloudy, like the bottom of a pot. Then there was a strong wind, thunder broke out, and a heavy rain suddenly came, with raindrops pouring down continuously and crackling on the glass windows.
Ximenlang stood in front of the window, feeling the raging storm. He thought to himself, tomorrow I will go to Hunan to perform a mission. Could this heavy rain be a precursor? Alas, the luck of this trip is unpredictable!
In Tai Chi Square, a sinner from the Hua Clan was tied to the Xuanyuan Pillar. His hair was messy and his eyes were single. He looked as embarrassed as a drowned dog in the wind and rain. His face was ashen and shivering from the cold. He raised his head like a beast and howled miserably.
, "God, even you bully me, what kind of rain is it raining on you..."
Because of the heavy rain, most of the guards responsible for guarding the prisoners went back to their rooms to take shelter from the rain. Only two guards with machetes were left wearing raincoats and bamboo hats here to withstand the strong wind and secretly felt in their hearts.
What the hell is the weather like? Why is it raining for no reason!
Hearing Feng Erlie's howl, the guard on the right cursed impatiently: "Damn, what the hell are you howling? Shut up now, or else I'll slap your mouth..." Before he could finish his words, something suddenly hit the back of his neck.
He suffered a heavy blow and fell to the ground with his head tilted.
The guard on the left was startled and asked hurriedly: "Old Hu, what's wrong with you?" However, he found that a ghostly figure flashed in front of him in the darkness. In extreme fright, he hurriedly picked up the machete in his hand and hacked away, heading straight for that person.
There is a dark shadow on the shoulder.
The black shadow flew up quickly and kicked him on the wrist, causing the machete to fly into the air.
The guard was horrified and shouted hurriedly: "Here comes someone..."
"Crack!"
A thunder sounded in the air, and the guard's shouts were completely covered up by the thunder. The black shadow turned over in the air with a kite and kicked out again, hitting the guard in the face, knocking him unconscious and falling to the ground.
The shadow was not only wearing a black night clothes, but also a black hood. Only two clear eyes were exposed, making it look extremely mysterious. She stretched out a white jade-like hand to catch the falling machete, and chopped it on the Xuanyuan Pillar, causing it to collapse.
After a few sparks appeared, the rope tied to the pillar was cut and fell downwards.
Feng Erlie hurriedly shook off the rope on his body, and asked in a low voice with endless surprise: "Who are you and why did you save me?"
The shadow lowered his voice and said, "Brother, it's me."
Feng Erlie suddenly heard that the dark figure was his sister Feng Meitong, and said excitedly: "It's Meitong... That's great, you are really my brother's good sister."
Feng Meitong bent down and put down the machete in her hand, fumbled in the pocket of the guard on the left for a while, took out the key and unlocked the shackles on her brother's wrists and ankles, threw it on the ground, and said: "Brother, please leave quickly, you can't stay any longer.
We are at Huamen, so walk as far away as possible, and be sure not to let them catch you, otherwise you will inevitably die."
Tomorrow is the time of execution. Feng Erlie was already extremely desperate. He didn't expect that his sister Feng Meitong would suddenly appear and save him. Naturally, he was very excited and hurriedly said: "Okay, I'll leave right away. It's just that I don't know the difference."
When can we see each other again, you should take more care."
"I know, you go quickly!" Feng Meitong urged. With a tap of her toes, the machete on the ground flew up, and she whispered: "Take the knife with you, and don't be soft-hearted when you encounter members of the sect who block you.
Just cut him down, you must escape."
"Yes!" Feng Erlie stretched out his hand, held the machete in his hand, ducked and disappeared into the wind and rain.
At this time, the guard who was hit in the neck and fainted woke up and shouted: "There is an assassin..."
Feng Meitong frowned, swinging her right sleeve with graceful posture, like an elf dancing in the rain.
"Buzz!"
A slight sound that was hard to detect appeared in the air, and the pink butterfly knife shot out, its wings spread out and retreated, blooming brilliantly in an instant.
"puff!"
The butterfly knife stabbed the guard's throat, and a stream of blood gushed out, mixing in the rain. His face became stunned, and he stared at the dark sky with wide eyes.
Feng Meitong snorted coldly, "I didn't want to kill you, but you were looking for death yourself!"
There were faint shouts from the distance, "Everyone, hurry up, there are assassins, over there in the square..."
Feng Meitong rushed over quickly, pulled out the butterfly knife from the guard's throat, and ducked away like a ghost.