Chapter 1219

Zheng Feiyue will never allow others to threaten his family.

If anyone, even Liu Qingmang of the general League, dared to move his woman, he was killed by an excuse at the moment, but Wang Xiaohua was different

The night wind swallows gently.

Zheng Feiyue's eyes twinkled like an owl in the dark night: "just because you dare to threaten my family, I have 10000 reasons to kill you and everyone around you!"

"I don't care." Wang Xiaohua's face doesn't matter. "The ruthless way is to cut everything off. After my adoptive father dies, I don't care about anything... But you have many people who care."

Zheng Feiyue took a deep breath: "I won't give you a chance."

"Now you are not qualified to say such a thing." Wang Xiaohua's eyes twinkled with sadistic eyes, "or do you want to take back all your women and brothers and be a shrinking overlord?"

Zheng Feiyue frowned: "you are forcing me to kill you."

Wang Xiaohua pointed to her chest: "come and kill me. My adoptive father is looking at you. Kill me myself. Let my adoptive father see how cruel his apprentice is?"

"I can imprison you and never turn over," Zheng Feiyue said.

Wang Xiaohua smiled: "do you dare?"

Zheng Feiyue killed him because his skills were inferior to others. In addition, after his biological father died, the evil god sect was not an iron bucket. Not everyone was willing to avenge him, but if he was imprisoned, it would not be as simple as killing.

Since ancient times, the patriarch of any large sect has never been imprisoned.

If Zheng Feiyue dares to set a precedent, he will wait for the common hatred of the evil god sect. It is conservatively estimated that the east coast has been in chaos for at least decades, which is still under the intervention of the general League.

Zheng Feiyue was also in a daze just now. He thought of the power of it when he was a little calm. He couldn't help sighing.

The midnight has passed.

Wang Xiaohua has no intention of leaving. The evil god sect has left Dharma protector to take care of him. He doesn't care about anything. He can devote himself to Zheng Feiyue's career.

Zheng Feiyue went back to the city master's house, took a burden and came outside the city.

Wang Xiaohua looked at him with a smile: "wedding night, are you packing up your salute to find the mistress of shenlu city? Yes, you're afraid I'll kill her. Naturally, you should act as soon as possible."

Zheng Feiyue was indifferent and bowed his head to the tiger head slope.

The tiger's head broke outside the city. It was very close. The smoke of a few cigarettes arrived. When the mountain reached its head, Zheng Feiyue pulled out a shovel and calculated his position.

Wang Xiaohua kept following: "what are you doing?"

Zheng Feiyue kept silent. Wang Xiaohua kept asking, like a fly. He was really annoyed. He said in a deep voice, "since there are no bones, we have to set up a clothes grave."

Wang Xiaohua was silent.

After the pit was dug, Zheng Feiyue opened the baggage. Inside was the clothes worn by Lao Wang, which he carefully put into it, and then began to fill the soil.

In the whole process, Zheng Feiyue didn't use any magic powers, just like an old farmer.

Wang Xiaohua was at a loss.

He wants to help, but isn't it bullshit to help Zheng Feiyue?

But thinking of the days when his adoptive father died, he never thought of setting up a clothes grave for the old man. He felt very bad in his heart. Even his mind against Zheng Feiyue was light.

Just when he was suffering, he saw Zheng Feiyue running away again. He came back after a long time with a big blue stone in his arms... You don't have to guess. This is going to engrave words and erect a monument.

"I'll come!"

Wang Xiaohua grabbed the stone tablet and danced with her fingertips. The hard bluestone was as crisp as tofu. The stone chips fell quickly. A line of beautiful large characters showed her end face: the tomb of the kind father king.

Zheng Feiyue dodged the stone tablet and added the word "mentor" after his loving father.

Wang Xiaohua didn't stop.

At this moment, the two temporarily put away their prejudices against each other.

……

Flames licked the night sky.

The yellow paper burned the body, and under the fire was a pair of sad and melancholy eyes: "I hurt you, Lao Wang, I did hurt you. I did it all by myself."

Wang Xiaohua lay down in front of the monument and said loudly, "adoptive father, he finally admitted!"

Zheng Feiyue couldn't help being angry and sarcastic: "I admit it, but don't you have responsibility? Who did Lao Wang die for? Now in front of the tomb, dare you pat your chest and say you have no responsibility?"

Wang Xiaohua's face was close to the soil, like a spoiled child to her father: "my adoptive father regards me as his own, and I will forgive me no matter what I do. On the contrary, you brought the disaster to the east bank. Now who doesn't say you are the disaster star in private?"

"Me? Kill you!"

Zheng Feiyue pounced on Wang Xiaohua.

"Come on!"

They wrestled with each other. No magic skills were useful. They fought each other with their fists. You punched me with one foot, and my body hit the soil, making a dull sound.

Half an hour later.

Zheng Feiyue kicked Wang Xiaohua away, stood up and gasped, "I won't fight you."

Wang Xiaohua laughed.

Now he's asking for trouble if he's willing to fight with him, but he doesn't keep pestering. The fight is just to calm his anger - the old man is still watching in the tomb.

Tired,

The two rested against the monument.

After a long time, Zheng Feiyue's voice sounded in the night: "if you want to play, I'll play with you, whatever you want, but on one condition, don't mess with my family."

"Hey, hey, you're afraid. That's right. Now I'm barefoot."

Wang Xiaohua is very proud.

Zheng Feiyue disagreed and said in a deep voice, "my family is my bottom line. If you move them, I will kill you! Even in front of Lao Wang, I dare say that."

Wang Xiaohua didn't speak.

Zheng Feiyue continued: "your goal is nothing more than to oppose me and make me unhappy. It's up to you. But I warn you that once you break through my bottom line, the game will end immediately, and I will hang your head in front of Lao Wang's tomb."

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Wang Xiaohua said angrily.

Zheng Feiyue disdained to smile: "am I afraid you can't do it? Lao Wang doesn't only protect you, but the dead also protect me. Your knife is very sharp, but it's blunt in front of me. You and I know that."

Wang Xiaohua snorted.

Zheng Feiyue sighed and said, "Wang Xiaohua, open your heart and say a few words of truth. You keep asking me to kill you. You don't mean to die... It's hard to be a soldier? I don't understand. If you want to die, why do you have to drag me?"

Wang Xiaohua disdained to smile: "the ruthless way pays attention to the extinction of seven emotions and six desires. Only by killing you can I make further progress in the cultivation way."

"Take me as a grindstone on the road of cultivation?"

"You've always been."

"I still say that. I want to play with you, but don't touch my family, or I'll blow you to pieces!"

"You are very powerful."

"Don't talk nonsense, we must reach a consensus tonight! I can't drag the danger until tomorrow, either play by the rules, or divide life and death tonight. If you are single, I can go out."

A long silence.

Zheng Feiyue's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and the cold light in his eyes became more and more prosperous. Just when he planned to come according to the worst plan, Wang Xiaohua's voice sounded: "if you win me, let's play according to the rules."

"Good!"