lethal arsenal

Chapter 251 Battle of Lishunde

Lin Dong's eyebrows stretched. When he saw Lu Xiaoxiao, who was holding a handful of camellias in his hands and looking excited, the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily, and he subconsciously opened his hands.

Sure enough, Lu Xiaoxiao pounced in like a baby bird throwing herself into the forest.

Lin Dong's nose smelled an extremely elegant aroma of camellia, and he hugged the proud Lu Xiaoxiao tightly, wanting to rub her into his body.

(There is a steam garden in the inner courtyard of Lishunde with flowers all year round.)
"Ms. sir, have you missed us?"

"Yes, I have."

Lu Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand and rubbed Lin Dong's cheek back and forth. After more than half a month, green stubble appeared on his lower jaw, which pricked his hand slightly. Lin Dong answered the girl's words truthfully, and the two of them sat there for a while.

Lin Dong was about to ask about Lu Ping's situation.

At this time, perhaps hearing the movement outside the door, the exquisite wooden door of the foreign-style building was opened, and an incongruous word was inserted.

"Is it bothering you?"

Lu Ping was leaning against the door, with his arms crossed and a slightly unkind look on his face.

"Sister, these are the flowers my husband picked for you."

Lu Xiaoxiao obediently handed a handful of camellia in front of her sister.

Lu Ping had just applied rouge, and lightly pursed his red lips: "I'll let you go."

Turning around and going back to the house, her back was graceful, her black hair swaying, brushing against Lin Dong's nose, exuding a faint fragrance. It can be imagined that this girl must have gotten up early in the morning and dressed up for a long time...

Lin Dong was so thick-skinned. He immediately put his arms around Lu Ping's slender and flexible waist.

"There's still some porridge in the pot, I'll serve it to you..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Dong stepped forward and hugged the two women into his arms, closing the door with his heel.

"I don't want to eat porridge, I want to eat...and don't call me husband, I still like to hear you call me general..."

"it is good."

Both Lu's sisters answered in unison.

The woman's voice was soft and weak.

Not seeing each other for one day was like three autumns. Lin Dong and the two of them gathered together, but they couldn't entertain the two beauties properly.

……

"It's here."

Chen Gong's slightly narrowed eyes opened, his eyebrows raised, and his aura erupted.

From a farmer working on the field, he quickly transformed into a master of martial arts, with a straight back, like a sword ready to be unsheathed.

"Why is there another one?"

The receptionist who had just returned to the door was thinking about it, but when Chen Gong changed his momentum, he glanced at him and felt a chill on his neck.

It was already freezing cold, but at this moment, it was like putting a knife on my neck, and the next moment I had to move my head.

"Master, are you here to do something?"

Xiaosheng, who was sweating continuously on his forehead in the cold weather, stepped forward and bowed and asked.

"revenge."

Chen Gong's answer was resounding, like gold and iron falling to the ground.

Swish swish.

In an instant, many heads looked back.

Chen Gong's voice was so loud that all the men and women in the Lishunde lobby heard it. These days, wealthy people like to see a little excitement.

The gentlemen and ladies on the corridor stretched their necks and looked down one by one.

"Revenge? What kind of revenge? There are either important officials or powerful people in this place. Mr. Li did business here years ago, and Prince Gong even used this place to entertain envoys from the Empire where the sun never sets. You just want to act wild. , you have to look at the place." Step by step, the footsteps are slow and slow, wearing a shirt and tie, trousers and leather shoes, and in contrast to the cold suit is a pink ponytail that is as passionate as fire.

This is a woman whose temperament is colder than her voice. Her voice is cold and her temperament is like an iceberg.

And for such an iceberg-like woman, her appearance is definitely not bad.

He looks arrogant and has a contradictory sense of beauty about him.

Chen Gong silently just looked up at her slightly, their eyes facing each other, feeling the traces of murderous intent in the building.

His outspokenness ruined Li Shunde's face. People thought he was just here to cause trouble, so they would not give him a good look.

Wu Ma disappeared into the crowd at some point. He was wearing a Taoist robe that was incompatible with the environment in the lobby. However, many people simply ignored the incongruity between him and the environment.

At this moment, Wu Ma frowned and thought: "My grandpa, can you not be tactful when you speak?"

He had to step forward, and the moment he emerged from the crowd, he was like an awl sticking out of a bag. Naturally, he was noticed by the people around him.

"We came from Yuzhou Prefecture, and we killed three horses before we got here. Although we were seeking revenge, it had nothing to do with Li Shunde. What we were looking for was Linhuai General Lin Yuanjue's trouble. He killed me The only disciple next to me, Master Chen Gong, kills his disciples like his own sons, yet I still ask the shopkeeper to ask him to come out. If you are bothering me, I hope Haihan will do it."

Wu Ma said something to lighten the atmosphere.

First throw out three horses to death, which means that this revenge must be avenged!
In the second sentence, if the tone is a little softer, it will also give face to this restaurant with a deep heritage.

As soon as he said these half-submissive words, several girls who were leaning upstairs and downstairs watching the theater looked at the two of them with half-smiles.

"It's inconvenient, please go out and don't disturb our business."

The woman in the suit thought for a moment, then coldly asked the two of them to go out.

Nowadays, Lin Yuanjue's name is very famous. After all, his achievements are astonishing and it has been widely spread. Anyone who has the courage to come to trouble Lin Yuanjue is definitely not a mediocre person.

Li Shunde director Bao Sanniang can naturally understand this point. Normally, she should be kind to persuade and lower her stance on such matters no matter what.

The issue is……

Lin Dong's current identity as the son-in-law of the White Lotus Sect has been confirmed, and almost everyone in the sect knows about it.

As the number one officer under Zhao Caishen, she manages the sub-rudder of the Tianjin Mansion. If she doesn't side with Lin Dong at this time, how can she help outsiders?

In the White Lotus Sect, the Maitreya line and the Saint line are in opposition to each other.

Although Zhao Caishen is below the two, his status is actually somewhat outstanding.

Because neither party dared to offend this person too much.

Thousands of white lotuses are at the helm, and business dealings and related matters are almost all handled by the God of Wealth who hides in the dark.

For some sub-rudders in the north, Zhao Caishen's words are more effective than Maitreya and the Holy Maiden.

Nowadays, Zhao Caishen is somewhat supportive of Maitreya... However, conflicts within the sect are one thing. When it is time to speak to the outside world, it must be unanimously exposed to the outside world.

On the face of it, the Saint of the White Lotus Sect must not be allowed to have trouble with the branch.

"Taoist Master Wu Ma, why bother talking to them? Since I can't understand the good words, I'll take their sign and teach these people who help others to do evil things a lesson."

Chen Gong flicked his sleeves, and his energy was like an arrow, shooting out of his sleeves.

boom!
With a muffled sound, the three-story retro chandelier hanging in the lobby crashed down.

The orange lights went out, and crystal-like glass particles splashed to the ground.

Causing a scream.

"How brave!"

The woman in the suit had a shrill voice, slapped the guardrail with her hand, turned over, and headed towards the inner courtyard like a flying swallow passing through the rain curtain.

Generally speaking, for warriors to control Qi, those who can stimulate three inches of Qi strength are Gang Jin!
Six inches is the pinnacle of strength!

And if someone's Qi is as strong as a sharp arrow from a bow and still has enough energy to shoot a long distance, then he must have reached the highest level.

But is Chen Gong, who has not left the mountains and valleys for decades, really in the ultimate realm?
(End of this chapter)