In the room, Xin Ye, who was tied by ropes like a rice dumpling, stood in the middle, looking at Xue Mo with black and white hair opposite him with anger in his eyes. Ten years ago, they were brothers from the same sect, all belonging to the Hua sect, but now they have become like water and fire.
Incompatible enemies.
Xue Mo looked at the prisoner opposite with a sharp gaze and said, "Xin Ye, do you still recognize me?"
Xin Ye sighed and said angrily: "I only see heroes and heroes, not ungrateful wolves. I know who you are. Damn it, neither of you is a good person."
In anger, Chuanba, the king of Suanni on the right, suddenly raised his long hair, then floated down, and said angrily: "Are you looking for death?"
Xue Mo waved his hand and said: "Fifth brother, there is no need to get angry. He and I have been old friends for many years. It is normal for him to scold me."
Xin Ye said angrily: "Go away, how can I be friends with a traitor like you? You are too proud of your own face. You beast, you didn't say anything about leaving the rich family, and you came to attack us. I can't wait to eat your flesh."
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Xue Mo laughed and said: "Traitors, are our father and son the only ones who are traitors? The Hua Clan is in trouble and will perish sooner or later. Didn't Elder Lei and Elder Yun both turn against the Hua Clan and stand on their own feet, establishing the Xihua Clan and the Beihua Clan?
, this is the winner takes all
In those days, capable people naturally did not want to be controlled by others, so my father founded the Donghua Clan. Besides, you should know that I was the head of the Huamen Chihuo Hall back then. If I had not betrayed the Huamen
, can you become the new Red Fire Hall Master?"
Xin Ye said bitterly: "Stop talking nonsense. I accidentally fell into your hands. It's useless to talk more. You can kill me or chop me down. If I frown, I am not a hero."
Xue Mo praised: "Well done, you have a lot of backbone. This is what I appreciate most about you. Hall Master Xin, Nanhua Sect is like an old man dying in his twilight. In less than three months, we, Donghua Sect, will be destroyed."
As the saying goes, good birds choose trees to roost in. I advise you to submit to our Donghua Gate. We brothers will join hands to destroy Nanhua Gate and enjoy glory and wealth."
"You fart..." Xin Ye was so angry that the veins on his forehead popped out and he cursed loudly and harshly.
At this moment, Xue Mo also lost his patience, his face changed color, and he said angrily: "Xin Ye, who do you think you are? Don't toast me and I will be fined. I am doing this for the sake of our acquaintance in the past.
I want to leave you a way to survive, but if you persist in persisting, don't blame me for being rude."
"Fuck you | Mom |, what can you do if you are not polite? I am afraid of you. The scar on my head is no bigger than a bowl. After eighteen years, I will be a good man again..." Xin Ye continued to scold.
Xue Mo said with a livid face: "That's a good scolding. I'll see how long you can keep showing off. Give him a good greeting."
The two Donghua Sect members agreed and kicked Xin Ye to the ground at the same time. Their leather shoes hit him like raindrops. They kicked and cursed: "Asshole, I'll make you spit shit all over your mouth." "You | Mom.
| I really deserve a beating..."
Severe pain came from Xin Ye's head and body. He grinned in pain, but tried his best to hold back without saying a word, as if he would not bend down despite the wind and rain.
After a while, Suanyi King Chuanba saw sweat on the foreheads of his two subordinates, and their kicks were getting slower and slower. However, Xin Ye still had no intention of begging for mercy, and cursed, "You useless trash, get out of my way."
He stood up, his strong body like a lion on the African grassland, and kicked out fiercely, sending Xin Ye flying up and hitting He Ming, the King of Pulao on the opposite side.
He Ming frowned and said, "Go back." He suddenly struck out with a single palm.
"Click!"
There was a heart-stopping sound of bones breaking, and Xin Ye's left arm was broken. He fell to the ground with a muffled groan, and the muscles on his face twitched violently. His teeth bit his lower lip tightly, causing blood to flow from the lips, forcing himself not to be huge.
cried out in pain.
Xue Mo sneered and said: "That's how people are. They won't shed tears until they see the coffin. Now do you know the consequences of going against me? I have a question that I want to get an exact answer to. As long as you tell me honestly, you won't suffer any more.
The pain of the flesh, otherwise, your right arm will be broken."
Xin Ye didn't respond, still biting his lips.
Xue Mo's face became solemn and he said: "Last night, thirteen members of my evil team went to your Chihuotang headquarters to carry out an assassination mission, but none of them came back. They were all killed. This made me very sad.
It's strange, but also very sad. The Evil God Team is a death warrior trained by my father. They are top-notch professional killers.
Since the war, I have assassinated nearly five hundred members of your Nanhua sect. You have never failed, and no member of the evil team has been killed by you. You are invincible. However, overnight, someone actually killed thirteen of my evil forces.
What an unbelievable thing it is to have a magical team member. I want to know if there are any masters who have arrived in Hengyang?"
Xin Ye didn't know about the death of more than ten people from Donghua Men's Evil God Team. When he heard the news, he secretly thought in his heart that Ximen Lang was the only one sent by the chief to Hunan to deal with the Evil God Team. Could it be that he committed suicide?
Thirteen members of the Evil God Team were lost?
Enduring the severe pain in his body, Xin Ye laughed wildly, "If we kill well, we should kill all you bastards. The one who killed them is the great hero of our Huamen. He will kill all the members of the Evil God Team, and even
Kill you all. If you want to find out his origins from me, you can just dream, Xue Mo, your bastard’s end is not far away..."
The door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old walked in angrily. The girl was wearing a white skirt and a pair of white leather boots. She had a pretty face, big watery eyes, and a full head.
The long hair is a strange white color, like silver threads. This is definitely not the kind of useless white that can be bleached, it is definitely natural, with a faint luster, like a princess in a cartoon.
Hearing Xin Ye's words, the girl said angrily: "You bastard, you dare to curse my dad, are you tired of living?" Her arms, which were three-thirds whiter than her skirt, shook, and she held a silver scimitar about a foot long.
appeared in her hands.
The arc of this knife is very large, and the blade is as thin as paper, like a strip cut from a full moon. The handle is made of Thai silver, engraved with simple and strange patterns, and has two small inscriptions, "Silver Glow."
The girl's body tilted and the scimitar was drawn out.
Immediately, a foot-and-a-half-long gash appeared diagonally on Xin Ye's back, extending from his shoulders to his waist. Blood spurted out, and his skin and flesh turned outwards, which looked extremely terrifying. No matter how strong Xin Ye was, he couldn't hold back a scream.
A proud smile appeared on Xue Mo's face, and a trace of unconcealable affection flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Xue Wei, are you back?"