Adorable Villain: Male God, I am not Trying to Rob You Chapter 97: 97: Villain Witch (6)
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Xia Beibei stayed in that inn for two days. The strange thing was that she did not see Feng Jiutian during these two days. The man seemed to have never gone downstairs, and he only called out when it was time to eat The waiter brought the food to his room.
On the second night, according to the coded message left by Xia Beibei, the brothers from the Blood Clothes Sect gathered in an abandoned courtyard in Feng County.
In the night, Xia Beibei, dressed in red, walked through the night, with an endless cold look on his delicate and beautiful face.
"Saint."
Seeing Xia Beibei's figure, everyone else lowered their eyes respectfully and said hello.
"Everyone has worked hard along the way."
Xia Beibei raised his eyes and glanced at the people in the yard: "Now something has happened at Wutong Villa. I have decided to attack Wutong Villa tonight. Are you ready?"
"Yes!"
The voice that answered Xia Beibei was uniform and full of murderous intent.
"Okay."
Xia Beibei's eyes turned cold when he heard everyone's answers, and he raised his hand to make a departure gesture - the night was dark and windy, and it was the right time to kill.
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Wutong Villa, Gaomen Courtyard, the entire villa is located in the center of Fengxian County, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with a quiet environment. It was first named because of the sycamore trees that cover the villa.
At this time, in the dead of night, at this time of day, the disciples and servants of Wutong Villa have already fallen asleep.
In the backyard of the villa, the young master's courtyard was still lit by candlelight. Feng Lan, Le Zhengfeng's personal maid, was carefully holding the wine bottle and looking at her master with a worried look: "Young master, Stop drinking. It’s late at night, you should go to bed early.”
Hearing Feng Lan’s words, Le Zhengfeng raised his head with drunken eyes. Seeing Feng Lan’s face next to him, Le Zhengfeng narrowed his eyes subconsciously: “Feng Lan, do you know? I really want to get drunk. However, no matter how much I drink, my mind will only become clearer and clearer."
Thinking clearly of that person's frown and smile, I clearly saw that that day, my long sword pierced her thin body.
At that moment, her eyes widened in disbelief, which is still deeply imprinted in Le Zhengfeng's mind.
A Lan, Ye Lan.
Until now, Le Zhengfeng hopes that everything he has experienced is a big dream——
When he wakes up from the dream, A Lan will still appear. She will tell him with a smile that she is not the witch from the Blood Clothes Sect at all, nor is she a murderous female devil who kills without blinking an eye. She is just the person he knows who is ignorant of the world and has a smile. Sweet little girl.
If that's the case...
How nice it would be.
Le Zhengfeng lowered his eyes, and his eyes were reflected in the clear wine. The once energetic eyes were now covered with bloodshot eyes.
"Ye Lan will definitely die. She and your Wutong Villa have a life-and-death relationship. Le Zhengfeng, are you going to destroy the century-old foundation of Wutong Villa for the sake of your children's affair?"
That person’s voice echoed in Le Zhengfeng’s mind again——
Family, or personal feelings?
He resolutely chose the former.
Everyone has to make many choices in his life. If you choose, you must go on unswervingly.
Regret?
What rights and qualifications does he have to regret?
Le Zhengfeng, you are nothing but a coward.
Heh.
Le Zhengfeng smiled sarcastically to himself, and then he drank the wine in one gulp, raised his hand again to grab the bottle held by Feng Lan, and filled himself a glass of wine again.
"Young Master..."
Feng Lan looked at Le Zhengfeng with heartbroken eyes and was about to say something. Suddenly, there was a loud sound of fighting outside the villa.
What's wrong?
Le Zhengfeng's eyes suddenly changed, and he stood up with a stern expression.
"Young Master, Young Master!" At this time, the guards outside the yard rushed into Le Zhengfeng's room: "Young Master, it's not good! The people from the Blood Clothes Sect are here!"
The Bloody Clothes Gate?
Could it be that... Hu Yandian sent someone here to avenge Ye Lan? There have been rumors in the world that Hu Yandian and Ye Lan have a good relationship. It has been more than a month since Ye Lan's accident. In fact, Le Zhengfeng has been waiting for Hu Yandian to arrive. He did not expect that Hu Yandian would come so late... …
At this time, the entire Wutong Villa was covered in flames and filled with blood.
Everyone in the Blood Clothes Sect wore red robes. Wherever they went, blood splattered and people wailed.
When Le Zhengfeng rushed into the yard with his sword, he saw numerous casualties among the brothers in the villa. He immediately quickly joined the battle group and quickly killed several members of the Blood Clothes Sect with his own hands. A disciple.
At this moment, the disciples of Wutong Villa gradually gathered from all over the villa. Even the owner of Wutong Villa, Le Yuanying, looked murderous and fought with the people from the Blood Clothes Sect. The situation on the field Gradually being reversed, the people from the Blood Clothes Sect began to be suppressed by the people from Wutong Villa and retreated steadily.
At this moment, silver needles suddenly flew all over the sky, and a red figure came from the sky like a butterfly.
As red sleeves fluttered, countless disciples from Wutong Villa fell to the ground——
Heavy rain pear blossoms!
The blood-clothed witch, Ye Lan!
When Xia Beibei's figure suddenly appeared, everyone in Wutong Villa stared at her with wide eyes, as if they had seen a ghost, looking at her in horror——
More than a month ago, Ye Lan killed many people in Wutong Villa alone. This red figure left an indelible impression on all the disciples of Wutong Villa.
"Alan..."
At this time, Le Zhengfeng also put down his sword and looked at Xia Beibei who suddenly appeared with dull eyes.
"Alan, are you...still alive?"
Aren't you dreaming?
At this time, Le Zhengfeng stared at Xia Beibei's face blankly, until bursts of exclamations sounded in his ears. When Le Zhengfeng came back to his senses, the long sword in Xia Beibei's hand had already reached straight. Stabbed in front of him.
At this moment, Le Zhengfeng didn't even dodge or make any moves. He just stared blankly at Xia Beibei's face in front of him.
"Alan, I..."
He wanted to say sorry to her. For more than a month, every time he dreamed about it at midnight, he could see her face and her dying appearance covered in blood——
Alan, I'm sorry, I didn't want to either.
I...have no choice.
Le Zhengfeng opened his mouth and was about to speak. At this moment, a large piece of silver light flashed through, and Le Yuanying's long sword suddenly flew toward him.
"Feng'er, be careful!"
While responding to Xia Beibei's offensive, Le Yuanying pulled her son back quickly!
"Feng'er! Wake up and don't be fooled by this witch again!"
At this moment, Le Yuanying's voice was very loud: "Monsters of the Blood Clothes Sect! You are just rats crossing the street in the martial arts world. You can only sneak attacks at night! A group of rats! Why be afraid!"
A street rat?
Hearing Le Yuanying's words, Xia Beibei curled his lips and smiled: "We are rats, who are you? An immortal cockroach? An old man! Stop talking nonsense! When a large group of people in Wutong Villa bully a little girl, you Worse than a street rat!"
As he spoke, Xia Beibei raised his hand again and waved countless hidden weapons.
The poisoned hidden weapon attacks indiscriminately. As long as the people in the yard are hit, they will immediately see blood and their throats will be sealed, and there will be no way to save themselves!
Since it is a murder weapon, there is no distinction between justice and evil——
Killing is killing.
The so-called punishment of **** and elimination of evil is nothing more than a high-sounding excuse for those in the martial arts world to find themselves after killing someone.