After placing three sticks of incense in front of us, Chen Jiansheng knelt down and smoothed Sister Hong's hair with his hands.
"Wait!" Sister Hong gritted her teeth and said sternly, "I want to know something."
Chen Jiansheng touched Sister Hong's forehead and smiled, "Didn't my lord tell you, there is no need for you to know. Chen Login, you and this boy will leave first. As for the Sun brothers, they will arrive later."
"After all we have met, I actually like you a little bit, but I can't help it. You are from the north and I am from the south. We don't agree with each other." As he spoke, Chen Jiansheng tore off Sister Hong's upper clothes, revealing
The black underwear she was wearing underneath.
Chen Jiansheng took out a small sharp dagger and lightly scratched Sister Hong's skin with the tip of the knife.
Blood flowed out, and Sister Hong groaned.
The dwarf old man and the two middle-aged men stood aside with indifferent expressions. They didn't say anything, they just watched.
"Don't kill Sister Hong! Come at me!" I struggled forward with all my might.
"Haha," Chen Jiansheng retracted the dagger and glanced at me, "You are quite affectionate and righteous. What's wrong? Have you ever slept with this woman?"
"Your mother!"
"Snapped!"
"You kid has a bad mouth!" He slapped me hard.
"Bah!" I spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at Chen Jiansheng fiercely.
At this time, Sister Hong sneered and said: "The descendants of Baixiaomen Bai Chundian behaved like such villains. Also," Sister Hong turned to look at the short dwarf old man and said word by word: "If I Chen
Hong’s guess is correct, you are Su Qin’s sword-carrying head, right? You are from the Changchun Society, what’s wrong? Are you hanging out with the tomb robbers from the Southern Sect? You are not afraid of losing your identity!”
The dwarf old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Sister Hong, whose hands and feet were tied, shook his head and said: "The girl's eyesight is not bad, she actually knows about the Changchun Society, and also knows my name when I was young, Su Qin's sword on his back...
.....Thirty years have passed, and I have almost forgotten this name myself," the little old man raised his head and muttered to himself, as if he was lost in memories.
Sister Hong added: "In the third year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty, the Changchun Association was established. The association was proficient in Feng Shui, stealing doors, thousands of doors, and medicine. There were more than a thousand people who taught martial arts. In the twenty-seventh year of the Republic of China, the old man Chang Baba of Dizhi Paoquan took over as the president.
He commanded four gates and eight small gates. At that time, people from all walks of life in the sect had penetrated into all walks of life. The strength of the sect at that time had surpassed that of the White Lotus Sect and the Tiandi Society. After the 1970s, news came out on the road that the Changchun Society had already
Disband. Ha." Sister Hong sneered: "I knew that such a huge thing could be disbanded if it just disappeared!"
After hearing what Sister Hong said about the Changchun Meeting, the old dwarf looked surprised. He said in surprise: "I didn't expect that a young girl like you knows a lot."
"Not only do you know!"
"My father's death! It has nothing to do with the Changchun Society!"
"Even if I, Chen Hong, die here today! I must swear to God! As long as that man is still alive! I, Chen Hong, will definitely avenge my father!" Sister Hong roared with an angry look on her face.
"Sir, stop talking nonsense with her and take action quickly," Chen Jiansheng urged.
The dwarf old man waved his hand to stop Chen Jiansheng. He looked at Sister Hong leisurely and asked: "Girl, let me ask you, who is your father? Do you mean that Changchun deliberately protected your father's murderer?"
Seeing the old man's understatement, Sister Hong gritted her teeth.
"Chen Xiaohei! My father is Chen Xiaohei!"
"Chen Xiaohei?" The old man frowned and thought for a long time before saying: "The Eight Freaks on the Overpass... Your father is Chen Xiaohei. Is your grandpa the coal-horse spectacled Chen from Beipingyangqiao?"
Sister Hong lowered her head and fell into a brief silence.
The dwarf old man was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, as if he was thinking about something.
Three minutes later, he turned around and ordered: "Jiansheng, you can't kill this girl. Keep it under control for the time being. When we finish our work and go out, let the girl go."
"Let her go!" Chen Jiansheng said anxiously: "Boss! What do you mean? This woman's name is a mole, and she is quite famous on the Beipai Road. Let her go! If she spreads the news! That's not going to hurt us in the south.
Pai will cause trouble!"
The old man turned to look at Chen Jiansheng, his tone cold.
"That's your own business. Remember, Jiansheng. This time we are joining forces just to get what we need, but that doesn't mean we are on the same page. I said you can't kill, which means you can't kill. Jiansheng, do you want me to say it again?
?”
He clearly looked like a dwarf old man less than 1.5 meters tall, but after listening to his words, Chen Jiansheng's face turned pale and sweat broke out on his forehead.
With a bang, Chen Jiansheng fell to his knees.
"Jiansheng is reckless, sir, please don't be angry."
"When we finish our work, I will let this woman go."
