Chapter 867

Wang Xiaohua stood under the plaque once hung with the "fairy Palace", looked at his favorite concubines, dressed like they came out to sell, made eyes at others, and her brain exploded like a mass of magma.

At this moment, he seemed to feel that he was standing there naked and humiliated by others!

"Maggie ~"

Wang Xiaohua trembled.

The two rows of etiquette ladies standing at the door were stunned to see Wang Xiaohua, and then several of them rushed forward like prisoners who had been captured for many days and were suddenly rescued by the organization.

"Lang Jun, you have to decide for us!"

That big wave younger sister is a typical "Pro Lang school". After jumping into Wang Xiaohua's arms, she told about her bitter history with snot and tears.

After Wang Xiaohua learned that Zheng Feiyue had done terrible things to his concubine, her anger rushed to the sky, and a strong sense of humiliation rushed to her heart.

Who in the world doesn't know that Prince Wang loves his concubine most?

Ordinary people have to dig out their eyes at a glance, let alone be used and threatened as animals.

Those monks who heard the news rushed out to watch the excitement, witnessed Wang Xiaohua's eyes turn red a little, and thought with great emotion that the only one who dared to stimulate Wang Xiaohua.

In a short time, Wang Xiaohua's concubines all came out.

They wore colorful but uniform clothes. Their clear and complex eyes fell on Wang Xiaohua's face. Finally, they were clearly divided into two columns.

One column snuggled up beside Wang Xiaohua, while the other stood far away. The number of the latter was more than twice that of the former.

Pooh!

There was no doubt that the standing in the concubine room made up the last knife for Wang Xiaohua's reason, and his huge harem group lost two-thirds in an instant.

Sister Dabo's face changed dramatically and shouted, "why don't you come when you see your husband?"

In addition, in a significantly larger team, the little sister tangled and said, "childe Zheng promised us to let us go after the duel."

"Fool!" sister Dabo looked coldly, "can Zheng Feiyue live today? The promise of a dying man will make you betray your husband?"

Betrayal has a great impact, but it's Wang Xiaohua.

The infatuated prodigal son's heart twitched violently, which was more painful than being stabbed. He whispered, "Ru Yun, I usually love you so much. How can you treat me like this?"

The petite sister clenched her teeth and looked at the sisters behind her. Her confidence was greatly supplemented. She firmly said, "childe Wang, you robbed us up the mountain. Although you are very kind to us, we want freedom."

"Yes!"

"Freedom!"

"We want freedom!"

"Young master Wang is elegant. We can't match rouge and common powder. Please let us go!"

Wang Xiaohua felt her heart was breaking.

His sincerity... Turned out to be worthless!

Heartache!

Heartache can't breathe!

After a long silence, Wang Xiaohua said in a deep voice, "OK! If you want freedom, I'll give you freedom!"

After saying that, he silently added in his heart: because I love you.

"Great."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang."

"I'd like to be an ox and a horse in my next life to repay the kindness of Childe Wang."

In the promise, these women were very convinced of Wang Xiaohua. After hearing his promise, they didn't worry about his repentance. After they were relieved, they went back to be their own etiquette lady.

Childe Wang has passed the test. Childe Zheng still has tasks.

Wang Xiaohua watched her woman leave and threw herself into the arms of another man. New hatred and old hatred emerged together and roughly pushed Da Bo Mei out of her arms.

Dabo Mei fell to the ground and was not seriously hurt, but she looked at Wang Xiaohua in amazement.

In her impression, the husband has never done anything to women. Even a slight push is an unforgivable sin for the husband.

A sour voice sounded.

Wang Xiaohua pulled out the scabbard of the magic knife bit by bit and forced it into her feet. The knife was angry at the bottom of the ground. Finally, it exploded and set off smoke and dust all over the sky.

There was a constant cry of surprise.

The crowd pushed back.

"Zheng Feiyue, come and die quickly!"

Wang Xiaohua drinks!

After a few breaths, Zheng Feiyue took a lot of people out of the hall, looked at Wang Xiaohua outside the door, and showed a smile: "brother Xiaohua is coming."

Wang Xiaohua stared at him, his eyes filled with light, and the momentum of the whole world broke out. The newly raised smoke and dust was attracted, condensing a human shadow behind him.

"What is this?"

"Although there is only one outline, it should be Wang Xiaohua's view of the sea."

"Goddess map!"

"Great!"

Zheng Feiyue's face became serious,

He didn't look at Wang Xiaohua's frightening picture of the goddess, but looked behind Wang Xiaohua.

The evil god sect army is behind.

A total of 20 people, half of whom are elite disciples and the other half are all big friars. In addition, Wang Xiaohua, a new baby, is eleven Taoist friars.

Two of them stand out most.

One of them is an old acquaintance of Zheng Feiyue. He has a long beard. He carries a long knife and has the style of "second master Guan". He has a fierce momentum. It seems that a knife can cut the fairy peak.

As for the other man, he was a middle-aged man, unarmed, dressed in a black robe, revealing a pair of white jade like hands, and his momentum was unfathomable.

These two people should be the left and right Dharma protectors of the evil god sect.

As for other great friars, their accomplishments vary, which has not attracted much attention.

"Lao Wang, isn't he a referee? Why didn't he come?" Zheng Feiyue asked. He was surprised that he didn't see Wang's hard figure in the evil god sect.

Wang Xiaohua said expressionless, "my adoptive father has something to do and can't come."

Zheng Feiyue was silent.

Obviously, he underestimated the evil god. Since the other party was determined to kill, it was natural to restrict Lao Wang's action. After all, that was Zheng Feiyue's biggest card.

"A month ago, you came to Sang ghost town to cry and asked Lao Wang to be the referee. Was it a trap? After all, as long as you lead him back to the mountains, no one will protect me." Zheng Feiyue said faintly.

Wang Xiaohua clenched the handle of the knife and said in a deep voice, "I want to fight you fairly, but I want to kill you more! With an adoptive father, it will be very difficult for me or evil gods."

"He will be very sad if he knows you lied to him." Zheng Feiyue whispered.

Wang Xiaohua's veins jumped in front of her forehead and suddenly pulled out the long knife. The blood red light of the blade flickered like his blood red eyes: "he is my adoptive father! I am his favorite younger generation! He will forgive me!"

Zheng Feiyue looked cold and didn't hide the killing intention in his eyes.

There is always a fragile balance between him, the evil god sect and Lao Wang. Now he is torn open by blood, and Lao Wang is the most painful in the middle!

"He called for his adoptive father and sold him in the twinkling of an eye. You are really a filial son!"

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wang Xiaohua's pain point.

"I didn't!"

A roar.

In front of the main hall, the wind of the sword is everywhere!