Chapter seven hundred and ninth white hair cause and effect
"Ah ha ha ha ha..."
After hearing this, Liang Zhong and the people from the Daoaxe Gang laughed loudly, with contempt on their faces, "If you appoint a woman as the leader of the hall, there is really no one in your Wuyuantang. I want to see you, a little woman."
, if you have the ability to take over this family, come to me!"
At the command, the ferocious Blade and Ax Gang disciples suddenly rioted, holding up the ax and moving forward to kill fiercely...
A big melee broke out in an instant, with machetes and axes flying, blood splattering everywhere, and the stumps and broken arms shocking... Although not as majestic as the practitioners, this kind of fighting in the rivers and lakes is more brutal in human form. You can see the people on the balcony.
Qin Changfeng became interested inexplicably.
Liang Zhong walked through the crowd, rubbed his fat hands and came to Kong Linghui, and smiled lewdly: "Miss Kong, we meet again, how about it, you can't run away today, right? Where is that god? Yes.
Will I sell you to Nianyang Xiao, or will I lose interest and abandon you after playing with your body?"
He came today to perform meritorious deeds under the orders of Wan Tianxing, so he was naturally worried that he would meet Qin Changfeng, but he had just observed and made sure that Qin Changfeng was not among the crowd, so he dared to behave like this.
Kong Linghui hugged the portrait and said nothing.
"Hey, look at this little expression. Could it be that you've hit a sore spot? But I don't care. Don't worry. I'm not particular about brother, so I won't find it objectionable. Besides, these women are getting better and better with more use. Brother, I promise to make you want it.
I wanted to die, and in the end I cried and shouted that I couldn’t live without my brother, hahahaha..."
Liang Zhong's nature has relapsed, he is unscrupulous, and he wants to care about the damn god's shit. I am going to die, and even if I die, I have to make myself happy first.
"Are you done?" Kong Minghui said expressionlessly.
"Not yet, what?" Liang Zhong chuckled, the flesh on his face kept shaking.
"Then you go to hell and continue talking to the King of Hell."
Kong Linghui spoke coldly, and the blood mark in his left eye flashed, reflecting into Liang Zhong's eyes. The latter's pupils suddenly swelled, and the original turbid eyes were all covered in blood, revealing endless fear.
"You... you... damn... are going to burp..."
Liang Zhong covered his neck in confusion. He felt like he couldn't breathe. It wasn't that his throat was blocked, but that the hand of death had strangled him.
"From today on, no one can bully me anymore. The name Kong Linghui will become a nightmare for all of you!"
The ticking of high heels was still crisp and clear amidst the shouts of death, as if stepping on everyone's heart, because it was the sound of death.
Kong Linghui, once a little woman with no strength in her hands, walked through the crowd indifferently, holding the portrait and moving forward step by step. She stepped on the floor, but the place she walked through became an endless hell!
One after another, members of the Ax Gang died violently, minced meat and blood splattered, and the entire fountain square, after experiencing Nian Yangxiao's massacre of the Wuyuantang gang, once again became a Shura field, with the clear fountain as the center, a flower
Huge and monstrous blood flowers bloomed.
Kong Linghui's face was expressionless. In an instant, there was no enemy in front of her bloody eyes. Behind her figure, who was dressed in plain black but still tall and graceful, there were countless corpses!
The whole world fell silent, and everyone in Wuyuantang looked at their eldest lady, dumbfounded and turned to stone on the spot.
Is this still the weak eldest lady they remembered who was protected by the wings of the former hall master Kong Zhiming and helpless under the pressure of Nian Yangxiao and Liang Zhong?
"What are you doing here again?" Kong Linghui stopped at the gate, because a half-inch-haired man wearing a leather jacket was standing there with a group of people.
The man had come before and witnessed with his own eyes the process of Kong Linghui killing Liang Zhong and others with his eyes. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then politely said: "Miss Kong, please excuse me. Wan Tian, the head of the Ax Gang, wants to invite you."
Let’s go have a quick meal at home.”
Kong Linghui lowered her eyes, she naturally knew that although the head of the Ax Gang, Wan Tian Gong, had always been in conflict with the second head, Wan Tian Xing, they were definitely not kind people, so she was forced to do it now with no good intentions.
Since her brother's death, she has lost her former glory. In less than two days, other gangs have been coming in and out of Wuyuantang like her own backyard. If that man hadn't fallen from the sky, how miserable would she be today?
When she thought about this, her heart felt like a poisonous scorpion, and she couldn't help but feel a sincere gratitude...
"Miss Kong, I am here on command. If you don't agree, I'm afraid it won't be me next time. You must know that a person's power is limited after all."
The half-inch boy's name is Kirk. He is the powerful general of Wan Tian Gong, the head of the Ax Gang. He secretly likes Kong Linghui, so his words and deeds are completely different from those of Liang Zhong. He is very polite. He has not witnessed the battle between the immortals and gods on the top of the cliff.
, so I was half-believing and half-doubtful about the legend. I was ordered to come here at this time, so I wanted to make everything clear.
"Brother Ke understands his good intentions very wisely, but if anyone wants to come, just let him come, but be careful not to come back!"
Kong Linghui left such a sentence, and then waved behind her.
"let's go!"
The Kong Linghui of today is no longer the Kong Linghui of yesterday. Yesterday she was a plaything and prey in the eyes of others. From today on, the entire Hongmen Continent will become her hunting ground!
Kong Linghui led the crowd to the funeral, and no one dared to stop him. Kirk would not take action, nor did he dare to take action.
Outside the garden villa, in addition to corpses on the ground, there was also Liang Xiao who had seen everything from beginning to end. He came after Qin Changfeng, but he did not dare to visit presumptuously, so he kept hiding outside the villa, watching Kong Linghui.
In just one night, I gained such powerful power. In addition to being deeply shocked, I also strengthened my belief.
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For most people in the world, time is just a cycle of sunset and moonrise.
Qin Changfeng sat cross-legged on the balcony, and everything about the fourth secret method flowed through his heart like trickling water... The verification of the theory has basically been completed, and the next step is the actual deduction of the secret method.
The evening breeze blows past his face, like a lover's gentle caress. This is Qin Changfeng's favorite feeling, so when he retreats, he often chooses the natural place of heaven and earth like the top of a mountain. Unless necessary, he rarely hides himself there.
In the secret room.
Light footsteps sounded and stopped behind him, and then a cloak seemed to be wrapped around him, and Qin Changfeng smelled a faint fragrance unique to virgins.
Qin Changfeng opened his eyes, only to find that what was draped over his shoulders was not a cloak but a women's pajamas embroidered with gold lace.
"Besides my clothes, I only have my brother's clothes in the house. I was afraid that you might think my brother's clothes were unlucky, so..." Kong Linghui explained with some anxiety.
She had taken off her plain black dress and put on a tight and soft white dress. Her waist was restrained by the belt, which made her breasts appear taller and plumper. The moonlight in the sky reflected her golden color.
Her curly long hair and bright eyes also reflect her gentleness.
At this time, Kong Linghui no longer seemed to be the ambitious hall master who wanted to avenge his brother, but was just an obedient sister and an elegant woman.
Qin Changfeng has never believed in ghosts and gods, so naturally he does not have any ignorant or backward thoughts about bad luck. He sat on the stone railing of the balcony, patted his side and asked Kong Linghui to sit over, and said with a smile: "It feels like having great power.
How about it?"
Kong Linghui pondered for a while and said in a low voice: "It's good, but it's also terrible."
"Oh, why is it so scary?" Qin Changfeng was surprised.
"The feeling of taking life and death and controlling other people's fate at will is intoxicating, but I'm afraid that one day I will be trapped in it and unable to extricate myself." There is a hint of mist in the eyes that shine like gems under the moonlight of the ethereal wisdom.
"After crossing the sun, moon, mountains and seas, seeing the stars in the sky, traveling across thousands of mountains and rivers, and reading all the prosperity of the world... Only then do we know what the essence of life is, and it is worth truly pursuing, so don't worry about it. For things that have not happened,
All worries are unnecessary." Qin Changfeng smiled slightly, looked up at the vast and boundless night sky, and said meaningfully.
Everything about the second gambling game between Emperor Buddha and Qin Changfeng was communicated directly through sound transmission. Therefore, Kong Linghui was in the game but was not aware of it. He was also unaware of the deep meaning of Qin Changfeng's words.
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She followed Qin Changfeng's gaze to look at Yehai Youming, and murmured: "Brother Changfeng, did you come from the sky? Does your family live in the Heavenly Palace?"
Regarding Qin Changfeng's true identity, Kong Linghui wanted to ask the most. Taking advantage of this special time and special atmosphere, she asked indirectly.
Qin Changfeng replied truthfully: "I came from the ground just like you, but now I can fly and am closer to the sky than you. The only difference is that you are obsessed with the grudges and hatreds on the earth, and existences like ours
Our goal is the stars, the sea, and the nine heavens!"
That's right, Qin Changfeng wanted to give up her attachment to hatred and achieve perfection by guiding her towards her desire for strength, so every sentence was carefully prepared.
There was obviously a hint of movement in Kong Linghui's eyes, but what was more obvious was that this was not enough to make her give up her hatred and obsession. After all, those were too far away for her, and everything now made her
I am very satisfied because it is very real.
The night wind blew gently, blowing Qin Changfeng's long hair, which is rare among men in the world, and brushed the woman's face.
She immediately changed the subject and asked casually: "Brother Changfeng, is your hair naturally white?"
After a reincarnation in the Perfect World, the Ancient Monk's Hometown, Xiao Mo had an indelible mark of reincarnation on his body, and Qin Changfeng's original black hair strangely turned into snow-white.
You must know that his physical body has not experienced reincarnation, but as his soul imprint returns, this change is directly revealed on his body. The reason is so mysterious that it cannot be explained clearly by a mortal.
After pondering for a while, he finally sighed truthfully: "This white hair was born because of a woman. After I left her, I thought about it all."
"Did she pass away for some reason? Even so, with someone as affectionate as Brother Changfeng remembering her, she will probably have no regrets."
Kong Linghui naturally believed that Qin Changfeng had lost his head due to love. Apart from that, he could not think of anything else that could make such a fairy-like figure helpless.
Qin Changfeng corrected her seriously: "No, it's because I abandoned her and she cursed me to never have white hair in my life, so that's why."
Kong Linghui blinked, speechless.
Qin Changfeng shrugged and said that he was also helpless. The consequences of the entanglement of reincarnation and cause and effect are really terrible. He tried his best, but he couldn't make his white hair turn black again...
