Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty One: Headmaster Token
Lang Shuoyang also started killing at this time, pointing east and west, punching and kicking, without mercy!
However, although these dwarfs were short in stature, they were extremely tough. They were not afraid of life and death, and they attacked one after another, especially the group standing on the rocks in the distance and firing cold arrows, which made Lang Shuoyang feel very difficult!
Wanrou was about to retreat and fight side by side with Lang Shuoyang, when suddenly a cold arrow shot out, hitting her exposed buttocks. Wanrou couldn't help being shocked, she knew that the arrows were all covered with anesthetics, and if they became numb after a while, she might not be able to stand.
Can't stand it any longer.
Lang Shuoyang knew that if he continued to fight like this, it would be difficult to escape unless he killed all the dwarfs. At this time, his body was tired and the more he fought, the less strength he had.
He suddenly recited the Divine Fire Spell. He didn't have a yellow talisman altar at this time, so he only relied on the incantation to cast spells, which naturally didn't have much power. At that time, it would be enough to create an illusion to fool ordinary people. All around, he saw the flames on the torches suddenly flying.
They stood up and formed a ball of fire, surrounding Lang Shuoyang and Wanrou. The flying fire balls frightened the dwarves. They believed in the god of fire. When they saw the flames soaring into the sky and the tongues of fire flying, they were so frightened that they quickly retreated. Some even knelt down and knelt on the ground.
Stop praying.
Lang Shuoyang cast the spell unintentionally, just to save himself from the siege, but he didn't expect it to be so effective.
Some of the older ones among these dwarfs thought that the god of fire had appeared and was protecting Lang Shuoyang and others, so they quickly gave orders and fled in embarrassment.
Wanrou was still filled with resentment, so she picked up stones and threw them at the slow dwarf.
In less than a few minutes, all those dwarves were gone, leaving only the bodies of some killed dwarves and the remains of Leah, mother and son on the ground.
Wanrou looked at Lia and her son and couldn't help crying, and went to find a pit to bury them.
The ghost king in white clothes on the tree said: "Didn't you expect that you are still a descendant of Maoshan? Which tribe are you from? There is a Fusha Taoist from Mount Emei. How do you call him?"
Lang Shuoyang said: "Fusha is a traitor in Emei and has nothing to do with me!"
The ghost king in white said with a smile: "I see, I said that Fusha is good at tricks, doesn't he seem to be a man of the right path! If not, he wouldn't be my opponent!"
When he said this, Lang Shuoyang suddenly remembered something. When he jumped into the holy water pool, he was attacked by Li Fei. His head was shaken by the water, so he temporarily lost his memory. He was hit by a dwarf with a stone, and the blocked nerves were reset. At this time
His memory had been completely restored. He recalled what Concubine Li had said when she had a quarrel with Murong Feixue in the ancient tomb, and asked, "Excuse me, are you called Lord Weitian?"
The ghost king in white looked surprised: "I have not been in the world for hundreds of years, and you can actually call me by my Taoist name? Who are you?"
Lang Shuoyang said: "I will not change my name in business, nor my surname in office. I am the 107th generation leader of the Emei branch of the Maoshan sect, Lang Shuoyang!"
Venerable Weitian asked curiously: "One hundred and seven generations? Let me do the math. Well, so, Long Meizi is your master, and Taoist Fusha should be your senior brother?"
Lang Shuoyang said: "Long Meizi is my master, and my master is Lang Zixuan, Long Meizi's disciple!"
At this time, Wanrou was secretly happy to see that Lang Shuoyang's memory had recovered. She also stood up, puffed out her chest, and said, "I am Wanrou, the disciple under Long Meizi's command." Just after she finished speaking, she felt a little cool in her chest. She lowered her head and looked,
The skirt of his shirt was torn, and a small peach was exposed. He was so embarrassed that he quickly shrank and hid behind Lang Shuoyang.
Venerable Weitian asked curiously: "This girl Long Meizi behaves really weirdly. She even passes the throne across generations. So you are all her disciples and grandsons?"
Lang Shuoyang glared angrily: "So what?"
Venerable Weitian laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that you were actually sitting down with Long Meizi! It's true that if you don't take the road to heaven, hell will have no door and you will fall into it! Let's get the holiday between me and Fusha back in you!
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Lang Shuoyang said: "You and I are incompatible with good and evil. It has nothing to do with Fusha, and I will not condone evildoers like you doing whatever they want in the world!"
Wei Tian laughed even harder: "It's so loud, but I like it! It's a pity that someone with your talent has ended up in Long Meizi's sect. Well, if you are willing to switch to my sect, I can consider sparing your life."
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Lang Shuoyang also laughed wildly: "If you come down now and plead guilty, I can plead with the King of Hell on your behalf to save you from going to Abi Hell!"
Wanrou knew that she and Lang Shuoyang were no match for Lord Weitian at this time, so she stabbed Lang Shuoyang in the back and whispered: "Let's use a delaying strategy first. He promised to give you three days, so you can rest."
Fight him."
Unexpectedly, Wei Tian's ears and eyes were psychic, and he had already heard it, and said: "Little girl, there is no need to be sneaky. I, the Venerable Wei Tian, will naturally not use tricks when fighting with you brats. I will let you rest, and I will go to the beach the day after tomorrow morning.
The tiger is perched on the cliff, waiting for you!"
After Lord Wei Tian finished speaking, his figure gradually faded and disappeared into the night.
Wanrou said: "Are you sure you can beat him?"
Lang Shuoyang said: "If you can win, you will eliminate harm for the people. If you can't, you will die for the country. A man has no joy in life and no need to fear death. As long as he acts openly and has a clear conscience, that's all!"
Wanrou said with gentle anger: "Are you really all aboveboard in everything you do?"
Lang Shuoyang remembered that he had accidentally stabbed Wanrou in the cave just now, and he was immediately discouraged and whispered: "I will try my best to be a good man!"
Wanrou asked: "Then where did you learn this set of righteous words?"
"I learned it from TV dramas. Most heroes say this!"
"Humph" Wanrou was filled with anger when she thought of what happened just now, and turned around to leave.
Lang Shuoyang pointed to her pants and said, "Your pants are torn. Let's find some place to get some clothes."
Only then did Wanrou remember that her butt was still exposed, she quickly covered it with her hands, frowned and said to Lang Shuoyang: "Go to the front!"
Lang Shuoyang felt guilty and did not dare to talk back. He walked forward and said, "Why have you suddenly become so powerful? You are nothing like the little Taoist nun you used to be!"
Wanrou raised her left thumb and said, "Here is the leader's finger. You have passed on the position of leader to me. From now on, you have to listen to me!"
Lang Shuoyang also remembered this and said: "This is not good. I asked you to keep it because I was confused for a moment. You should return it to me, otherwise Sister Zixuan will not be able to spare me!"
Wanrou didn't want to be the leader at first. She just wanted to make Lang Shuoyang angry when she spoke. But when she looked at her fingers, she couldn't help but be surprised: "Where did my finger ring go?"
Lang Shuoyang turned around and saw Wanrou with a horrified look on her face: "I obviously wore it on my finger! How could it be missing?"
Lang Shuoyang said: "Your fingers must be too thin and you lost the ring during the fight."
The headmaster's token was extremely important. The two of them hurried back to the place where they had just fought to look for it. Lang Shuoyang had night eyes and could see things clearly under the cover of night. However, after searching for a long time, he could not find any trace of the thumb ring. When he looked up, he saw Wanrou holding her hand.
Torch, bent over and sticking out his butt, was still looking back and forth in front of him, looking very anxious.
Lang Shuoyang's eyes fell on her small yet round buttocks intentionally or unintentionally, which was torn by the dwarf, exposing a big hole.