Merry Evil Zun Xiuxian Ji

Prince Qilin couldn't help being taken aback, he didn't know what tricks this prefect of Hechang was going to do, he would never let him take a step away from his sight, so he would never go down the city wall and return to the city.

"What can you do, just use it."

The prefect of Hechang glanced at Princess Yuhua with some embarrassment, and said: "The next method of the minister is a bit low-key. His Highness stayed at the top of the city to watch the battle, and it will have a great impact on His Highness's reputation..."

Prince Qilin waved his hand and said, "You just have to use it."

The prefect of Hechang glanced at Princess Yuhua, he is not a hypocritical person, Prince Qilin himself said so, what dispute does he have?

The prefect of Hechang waved his hand, and immediately brought a row of people from the city. These people were basically covered in blood. It was obvious that they had gone through a fierce fight to end up in this field. Some of them were tall They were extremely burly, and they looked like they were of a high level of cultivation. At this time, each of their faces had an angry look on their faces!Among these people were men and women, and even children under one year old.

Prince Qilin frowned slightly, and Princess Yuhua was even more puzzled.

Seeing that the Hechang prefect waved his arm and said a few words, soldiers immediately dragged the hundreds of bloody prisoners to the top of the wall.

As soon as these people entered the city, the white-robed patriarch stared at him. These were all his disciples in the city, and even one of his adopted sons was among them. The white-robed patriarch had no wife and children. An adopted son was originally intended to be trained to be the successor of the sect. After a hundred years, it is this adopted son who will hold up a world and continue to fulfill the great ambitions of him and the ancestors of the past.

At this time, the adopted son was covered in blood and looked slumped, but there was still a trace of unyielding in his eyes. Next to the adopted son were his wife and daughter. , writing poems and composing music, and proficient in female red needle embroidery, but the white-robed patriarch didn't think much of his adopted son's wife. He always felt that this woman had a lot of thoughts. It is better not to have too much talent, and the ancestor in white robe is very disgusted with the adopted son's devotion to this wife. In his view, a woman is like clothes, you can put it on in the morning and take it off at night, and you can't waste it on it Too much energy, for this matter, the white-robed patriarch has reprimanded his adopted son many times, but it's a pity that this kid is stubborn.It is just that he is devoted to this wife, and even would rather not inherit the orthodox sect for this reason. Miao Zi, the other adopted son was raised by the white-robed patriarch, like his own son. After the adopted son had disobeyed several times, he knew that there was nothing to be done, so the white-robed patriarch turned a blind eye and refused to go Never mind, after the adopted son had a daughter, all these unhappiness disappeared. Although the white-robed patriarch still disliked the adopted son's wife, he treated his granddaughter very well.

At this time, the prefect of Hechang escorted them to the top of the city, the purpose is self-evident.

The prefect of Hechang endured the pain of a broken arm, and raised his voice: "Patriarch Baipao, you and I have known each other for more than 18 years. I never thought that we would come to this point today. As long as you remove the barrier of the quagmire and leave those two guys , I guarantee that you will continue to be my guest minister as usual, and your sect will also enjoy the original treatment, or even higher treatment, and His Royal Highness next to me can guarantee this for you!"

The white-robed patriarch laughed strangely and said, "Li Jixi, what if I don't agree?"

The prefect of Hechang’s name is Li Jixi, and it is extremely disrespectful to call someone else’s name. The prefect of Hechang raised his eyes slightly and said: “Then no wonder I put aside the eight years of friendship between you and me. , Kill your disciples one by one!"

The white-robed patriarch glanced at Yizi, and then at the cute, fair and clean little girl who was only ten years old, but now she was covered in blood mist and her eyes were full of fright. Ancestors may still be able to give up, but this girl, the white-robed ancestor really has no way to completely ignore her, let alone watch her being hacked to death with a knife!

At this time, the eyes of the prefect of Hechang were full of murderous intent and said coldly: "Patriarch Baipao, do you still remember the time when you and I were boating on the Slender Lake? I told you a word back then, but I don't know what you are doing today. Do you still remember?"

"You said that if you want to leave a name in history and be praised for thousands of years, you have to go all the way to Hei on this road, and whoever stops you on the road, you will trample him under your feet and grind him into mud!" the voice of the white-robed patriarch Plainly repeating the words of the Hechang prefect who was still an unknown person at the time.

The prefect of Hechang laughed and said: "That's right, you smiled and asked me what would I do if you blocked my way?"

"You said the same thing, crushed to death, and you want to crush my bones and ashes, and kill my entire sect to show preferential treatment!"

"Now you should know that what I said back then, there is absolutely no falsehood, everything comes from the bottom of my heart!"

"That's right. I thought it was just a joke of yours. I didn't expect that you said it seriously."

The prefect of Hechang laughed and said: "Old friend, don't you like the wife of your adopted son the most? I remember you once said that this woman spoiled your adopted son." The long sword in the middle, with a click, a human head flew into the air, a beautiful head!

Blood sprayed out like a water column, and in the rain of blood, there was a heart-piercing cry from the little girl.

The woman who was least liked by the white-robed patriarch, her head was in a different place, she didn't even say a word, and she didn't even have time to look at her most beloved daughter, and just disappeared like this.

"Old friend, should you thank me well?" The prefect of Hechang teased while rubbing the knife with the sole of his shoe.

The shoulders of the adopted son of the white-robed patriarch trembled slightly, but seeing his wife dying in front of him, the expression on his face didn't even waver at all, as if the person who died there was not someone he knew. There is no sadness, on the contrary, the grief in the heart of the white robe patriarch's adoptive son has reached an indescribable level, his nails have been deeply embedded in the flesh, his throat has a fishy sweetness, and he swallowed it alive!At this time, his eyes were scarlet, and no one knew what he was thinking at this time.

The prefect of Hechang did it as soon as he said he would do it, and he did it so neatly that people pointed at him. The flames in the eyes of the white-robed ancestor were burning. Although he didn't like to see this woman, she was his adopted son's favorite woman. Kill him, the anger in the white-robed patriarch's heart almost burst out from his eyes, and burned the prefect of Hechang to ashes!

The prefect of Hechang laughed and said: "Old friend, I will kill your adopted son later, but your lovely granddaughter, hehe... I remember you once said that you don't have to do anything in this life. Just tell this girl to sit on your lap and grow up slowly. I used to laugh at you at the beginning, your adoptive son can't control himself, and you old guy can't control himself. His son, the only difference is that one is a wife and the other is a granddaughter, they are both women anyway, I can tell from your sporadic words that you love this girl very much." The prefect of Hechang just came to the little girl at this time. Beside the girl, she leaned down her fat body, and stretched out one hand to pinch the little girl's chubby cheek. At this time, the little girl saw her biological mother's head cut off with a single knife and was crying like hell. On her cheek, the little guy naturally recognized the enemy, waving his hands and crying loudly while patting Hechang prefect's fat head.

The little girl knew the prefect of Hechang, she, her parents and grandfather lived in the prefect's mansion of Hechang for a period of time not long ago, and at that time, this kind guy who never seemed to be angry and always smiled once took her Putting it on her shoulders and strolling by the lake, she really couldn't understand why such a person would turn into such a hideous and terrifying appearance with her childlike innocence.

The little girl cried and said: "You killed my mother, I will fight you hard." The little girl grabbed the fat face of Hechang prefect fiercely and tore it hard.

The prefect of Hechang was not angry, he couldn't do such a thing like getting angry with a child, so he let go of the big hand that was pinching the little girl's face, raised one leg and put it on the little girl's stomach fiercely, pulling the little girl The girl kicked it seventeen or eight meters away like a ball, and hit the city wall hard.

The little girl fell to the ground, and blood spurted from her ears, mouth, nose, and nose, and the little girl couldn't move for a moment, and her eyes began to become dizzy as she lay there.

How cruel does a guy have to be to be able to put such a heavy hand on a child, and it's a little doll that he once carried around on his shoulders?

The ancestor in white robe couldn't help closing his eyes at this time, out of sight and out of mind, since he has made up his mind to fulfill his ancestor's last wish, he will go on unswervingly, and he knows very well that even if he leaves now The Zhisheng Immortal would never want to live, and of course his adopted son and granddaughter would never live. At this moment, everything has become a foregone conclusion. Since nothing can be changed, the white-robed ancestor can only Close your eyes and wait for the ending!

Chang Xiao suddenly let out a faint cold snort at this time, and had to say, if the prefect of Hechang hadn't kicked that little baby, Chang Xiao would not have cared about these things at all, the prefect of Hechang will be of the sect of the white-robed ancestor Killing him up and down has nothing to do with him, but now Chang Xiao feels a little displeased with Hechang prefect, killing that little baby is nothing, but this kind of abuse of a child has surpassed Chang Xiao's bottom line.