As the saying goes, a man of skill is bold, so Ximen Lang gave up the idea of sneak attack on the opponent and crawled over quietly. After a while, he came to the extremely excited guy, less than one meter away from him, turned his head and looked closely.
The man's hands were moving rapidly and his breathing was rapid. He didn't even notice that there was another person next to him. He was really immersed in it.
Ximen Lang found that this strong man looked familiar. Thinking about it carefully, he recognized him. Isn't this Yang Ji, one of the nine kings of Donghua Gate?
The two of them had fought each other, and Ximen Lang knew that the opponent's strength was far inferior to him, so he became more and more relaxed. He thought to himself, let me see what's going on indoors first. So, ignoring the enemy next to him, he looked inside the room.
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This is a bedroom, the curtains are not drawn, and there is a wooden bed inside. Lying on the bed is a young woman, naked and white, holding a thick cucumber in her hand to amuse herself.
It turned out to be Feng Meitong, the special envoy sent by the chief rudder.
There was a large ham sausage on the bedside table next to it, and the long eggplants were shiny, as if they were stained with some kind of liquid.
Ximen Lang was stunned. Damn it, this is okay, isn’t it too overbearing?
A crazy scene was going on in the room, and even though Ximen Lang had never had a good impression of her, it still felt thrilling and blood boiling. He turned his head hurriedly, not daring to look anymore, and looked sideways at Yang Ji next to him, scrutinizing his movements.
Yang Ji breathed heavily and whispered to himself: "It's so beautiful, so great... she's like a goddess... I've been using cucumbers for a long time, it's time to switch to eggplants."
Ximen Lang secretly laughed in his heart, this guy is really a bastard, so he joked next to him: "I think it would be better to use ham sausage."
"No, ham sausage..." Yang Jigang was about to retort, but suddenly he was stunned, turned his head hurriedly, and said in surprise: "Who are you?" When he saw that handsome face with a hint of evil, he suddenly woke up and said:
Fang was the one he wanted to assassinate. He couldn't help but turn pale with fright. He hurriedly took his hands out of his pants and punched him.
Ximenlang stretched out his arms to support him and said with a smile: "I am your grandfather!"
Yang Ji stopped answering and attacked fiercely with his fists, like a mad tiger.
Ximenlang punched and parried freely and freely, and the two of them fought while jumping up and down in mid-air. Their arms collided with each other, making a loud sound. In an instant, five or six moves were passed.
After some testing, Ximen Lang had a deeper understanding of Yang Ji's strength, and thought to himself: He has deep internal skills and ferocious punches. He is indeed a first-rate master. However, judging from the few punches just now, his golden bell can definitely be used.
withstand.
Seeing the opponent coming at him with another fierce punch, Ximen Lang did not dodge, his Hunyuan Kung gathered on his chest, the golden bell shield protected his whole body, and the sword finger of his right hand came out quickly.
"Bang!"
Yang Ji punched Ximen Lang hard on the chest, but he felt that the opponent's body was extremely hard. If his fist was made of pig iron, then what he hit was a thick steel plate.
Ximen Lang was shaken, and there was severe pain in his chest, but as he expected, he was not injured.
In an instant, the numbness point under Yang Ji's armpit was hit, and his body immediately lost control and could not move, and fell downstairs. He screamed in shock, "Ah!" He thought in fear, Damn |
, it’s too bad now, I’m going to die!
Feng Meitong, who was indoors, was at a critical moment when she heard a cry outside. She was startled and shrank suddenly, but the strength of her hand did not decrease. The terrible consequence was that there was a soft "click" sound and Huang hung up.
Got it!
Feng Meitong was crying without tears. She looked at the half-cut cucumber in her hand. She was so angry that she couldn't suppress her anger and cursed: "Who is the one who has been stabbed a thousand times and screamed like this?"
Seeing Yang Ji fall, Ximen Lang reached out and grabbed the back of his neck and picked him up. Then his flexible body climbed back and forth on the wall like Spider-Man. Two minutes later, he walked around the west side and returned to his room.
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Seeing a group of snakes coming out of hiding after hearing the noise, Ximen Lang smiled and said: "I'm back, you can continue to rest." He shook Yang Jiyi in his hand and said: "This guy has been
I've subdued him, please don't bite him."
Although Yang Ji couldn't move, he could see with his eyes. He found hundreds of colorful poisonous snakes gathered together on the carpet. His face turned green and he almost vomited. Fortunately, the snakes dispersed after hearing Ximen Lang's words.
go.
Yang Ji's cry just now also alerted the patrolling guards, and a group of people shouted: "There is an assassin..."
Ximen Lang threw Yang Ji to the ground, walked to the window, leaned out, and said loudly: "It's okay, the assassin has escaped. Everyone, please go back and rest."
Everyone saw the commander-in-chief appear, and after listening to his instructions, they stopped making noise. After order was restored, they continued to patrol the courtyard.
Ximen Lang closed the window, turned around and looked at Yang Ji on the ground, and said with a sneer: "King Yang Tian from Donghua Gate is also here, welcome."
Yang Ji's shocked eyes stared at He Ming's face, which was as dark as ink, and he said anxiously: "Fourth brother, how are you? Wake up quickly?"
Ximen Lang said coldly: "He was bitten by a snake and was poisoned. He won't wake up for a while. He has entered the gate of hell!"
Yang Ji asked with a trembling voice: "You...what do you want?"
Ximen Lang threatened: "It depends on your behavior. If you obey, I will not harm you. But if you don't drink wine as a fine, He Ming will be a lesson to you."
"You..." Yang Ji said without confidence: "If you dare to touch a hair of my head, I will never spare you."
Ximen Lang sneered disdainfully, "Really? Then I want to see what happens after I touch you." He kicked out suddenly and kicked Yang Ji in the stomach.
Yang Ji's body was thrown sideways, and his head hit the wall first, making a muffled sound. The impact made him have stars in his eyes, a splitting headache, and almost fainted. His black hood fell off, and he was in a miserable state.
Ximenlang walked over with a smile and said contemptuously: "King Yang, I have touched you a lot, why can't you spare me?"
After Yang Ji was kicked, he suddenly realized that this kid was ruthless and murderous. I must have taken some bad medicine. How dare I offend him?
After thinking about this, Yang Ji did not dare to be born again and said nothing.
Ximen Lang said expressionlessly: "Yang Ji, as the saying goes, people go to high places and water flows to low places. You only have two ways to go now. One way is to submit to our Huamen, and the other way is to die without a burial."
land."
Yang Ji did not respond. After all, he was a veteran of Donghua Clan, so how could he rebel so easily.
Seeing that he disagreed, Ximen Lang cursed: "Okay, you are really smart, let's see how I deal with you..."