Nightwatcher Chapter 259: Stink Lady

.........Xu Qi'an's expression was stiff, no longer feeling proud, and staring at the white warlock in a daze.

In his mind, the red and white skirts floated away instantly.

"Your mother is from the line five hundred years ago, and that is the sister of the chosen person I want to support now. Back then, I formed an alliance with him and helped him rise to power, so he married my sister . The most reliable alliance relationship in the world is first of all interests, and second is the in-laws.

"After I married the Jinzhiyuye, I focused on planning the Shanhaiguan Campaign and stealing the Dafeng National Destiny. At the end of the Shanhaiguan Campaign, you were born."

Huh!

Xu Qi'an let out a sigh of relief, and the red and white skirts floated back.

Although he can be regarded as a descendant of the Dafeng imperial family, he is in the same vein five hundred years ago, and he has little ties with Huaiqing and Lin'an.

People of the same surname in the previous life often said: We were a family five hundred years ago. .

However, I have to talk about it, Huaiqing and Lin'an are both my clan sisters.

Then he thought about whether what his father said was true or false.

The time point is the same. The year I was born, in the memory of my second uncle, he and Xu Dalang fought at Shanhaiguan, so my aunt and my biological mother took care of me for a long time...

Xu Qi'an was taken aback, realized that something was wrong, and asked in a deep voice: "She, why was she the me who was born in Beijing?"

While speaking, his face turned pale, he only felt that something in his body was turbulent, trying to resist something.

At the same time, the warrior's instinct is in a frantic warning, and there is still no specific picture, but the heartfelt fear makes him feel like a child stepping on a steel wire, falling at any time, falling to pieces.

This made Xu Qi'an realize that the white-clothed warlock had reached a critical moment in refining the qi luck. If successful, this qi luck will be attributed to others and has no relationship with himself.

And he will also leave with this life-entangled fate, and die.

For the encounter that his son is about to face, the white warlock has no joy or sorrow, and his tone is as calm as ever:

"Your biological mother quietly went to the capital city where I was not with me and gave birth to you there. I didn't know this until I stole my luck."

"Why?"

Xu Qi'an had blood from his mouth and nose? Looking at him deeply.

The white warlock's tone does not fluctuate:

"Your birthplace was meant to hold Qi Luck? Used as a container. This is not only a game between me and that vein, but also because the time has not come? Before there is an incident? It is not appropriate to implant air luck into that vein of the royal family Inside.

"Your biological mother is a very scheming woman. She is reluctant and submissive? She is willing to give everything for the rise of the family, but she pretends. Are you her first child? She is reluctant to die? So she fled to the capital. Give birth to you.

"The prison is in the capital, he will be your biggest umbrella."

So it was.........Xu Qi'an sighed, without any doubt.

I don't know why, what I was thinking at the moment? It was actually the bad old man Jianzheng.

Dafeng's worst lonely old man.

"So? Ji Qian is still my cousin?"

Xu Qi'an asked, the blood in his nose was left on his mouth, and he wanted to wipe it, but he couldn't move.

"Yes!"

The white warlock nodded.

Good killing, cousin deserves to die? Well, this is not what I said? This is what a well-known writer in the past life said........He slandered in his heart to relieve his anxiety.

"This is your success?"

At this moment? The White Warlock said suddenly.

Outside the valley, Dean Zhao Shou brought Xu Pingzhi?

"You really are here? You are really here........."

Xu Ershu's voice is sharp? His expression is sad and ruthless, and his eyes are red.

The white warlock didn't look at him, and said softly:

"When I was young, I used to bring him here to show him my formation. This is the secret base of our brothers. Later, the formation here became more and more perfect, stronger and stronger. My hard work for half of my life.

"But the big tail in disguise makes me unable to abandon this place. It is not safe here, because besides me, Jiro knows. You guessed it right, when I appeared in full view, the technique of shielding the secret Will crack it by itself. Jiro will think of me again.

"That's why I deliberately blocked your existence, so that his memory will be confused again."

But you didn't expect that, I had long understood the profound meaning of the technique of shielding the secrets... Xu Qi'an was expressionless.

Second Uncle Xu slammed into the air world, smashed his head and roared:

"Xu Pingfeng, you are inferior to pigs and dogs. He is your son, my nephew. Tiger poison doesn't even eat seeds. What are you doing in human affairs?"

The muscles of his face are twisted, and the blue veins on his forehead are bulging, making him look quite hideous.

Xu Qi'an first saw his second uncle so angry.

The warlock in white said lightly: "This is a matter between our father and son. I gave him his life."

Boom!

Xu Pingzhi hit the Qi world with a punch, like an old beast that was stimulated, fierce and fierce:

"Father and son? Are you worthy! Are you worthy of being his father? He is the son of my Xu family. I raised him. You want to kill him. Have you asked me? Do I agree? The formation of this dog day is open, I will kill you, kill you!!!"

He punched the air with a punch, and his fist was dripping with blood.

Second Uncle.........Xu Qi'an watched silently, watching a middle-aged man go crazy.

Xu Pingzhi had nothing but promises at home and was slick outside. The killing spirit that he had trained in the battlefield that year had long been wiped out in officialdom.

But the only man who is the only man who is in danger, if his child is in danger, he will strike out without hesitation.

Even if you are facing an elephant.

The white warlock retracted his gaze, glanced at Xu Qi'an, and the corner of his mouth was picked:

"But it's late!"

He yanked hard, and pulled out the air luck that ordinary people couldn't see from the top of Xu Qi'an little by little.

During this process, Xu Qian's body kept chapped, the blood was flowing like a puff, his mouth and nose kept bleeding, and he roared in pain.

The nephew's roar sounded like a heavy hammer hitting Xu Pingzhi's heart, making him shake.

The old man suddenly didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. He knelt down next to the air world, begging bitterly:

"Don't kill him, brother, please, don't kill him, he is my raised child, my cub, please don't kill him...

"I have raised him for twenty-one years, you can't do this, you really can't do it... Brother, it seems that in the past, you can give him back to me. "

The white-clothed warlock has a heart of iron and stone, turning a blind eye to pulling out his luck.

"Stay back!"

Zhao Shou waved his sleeve and swung Xu Ershu away. Then, he put on the Confucian crown, put his right hand in the sleeve, and held a carving knife.

The Confucian crown and the carving knife rushed into the sky, echoing each other.

Zhao Shou was holding the carving knife and stabs it towards him. Under the blessings of the sub-sage Confucian crown and the third rank great scholar, the carving knife burst into clear light. Break through.

The outermost air world collapsed, and it was no longer able to stop outsiders from entering.

"Here, no luck can be removed."

Zhao Shou announced.

This time, the Confucian method of utterance fell out of effect.

The removal action of the White Warlock was blocked, but he quickly got rid of the effect of utterance.

"This place is different from the laws of the outside world. If you want Confucianism to rule in my "world", you have to ask me if I agree."

The White Warlock gave a "hey", confident.

Zhao Shou took a step forward and once again stabbed the Confucianist carving knife, and the sub-sage Confucian crown sprinkled a wave of clear light on the carving knife.

Zhao Shoudao: "Broken the formation!"

The method of speaking is blessed on the carving knife with the strength.

Since you change the rules, I can also break the formation.

Holding the knife seemed to have turned into a scorching sun, the clear light was so intense that it was almost blazing white, and it advanced quickly, accompanied by layers of formations that collapsed.

This peerless array consisting of one hundred and eight formations cannot stop a third-ranked Confucian who wears a Confucian crown and holds a carving knife.

Even if the main formation is a second-tier warlock.

But for the white-clothed warlock, it was expected that the third-ranked Confucian who could not stop the full firepower, what he wanted was still to delay time, because most of Xu Qi'an's luck had been taken out.

At this moment, a sword light filled with the intent of killing and killing appeared from the void, smashing one formation rune after another.

The sword is unparalleled.

When the white warlock's free hand pressed, a pattern was lit up somewhere, forming a wall of gas, blocking the light.

The light of the knife slashed on the air wall, like a clay cow entering the sea, disappearing.

Transfer!

He teleported the knife light away.

"Sending is prohibited here."

Zhao Shou calmly gave a countermeasure. As the formation collapsed, the force of Confucianism that said the law further invaded this place.

The void suddenly boiled, and one after another unmatched sword intent appeared, unstoppable, slashing the formation pattern.

This made it easier for Zhao Shou to advance, and he was about to rush to the front when he saw it. Suddenly, the corpse of the old man Tiangu, the eyes without eyeballs, only white eyes, faintly lit up.

Zhao Shou suddenly lost his goal. He stood blankly, and the front was empty, without Xu Qi'an and the White Warlock.

This is an "unknown" method. It hid Xu Qi'an and the White Warlock to delay time.

Zhao Shou frowned, raised his hand, and flicked the Confucian crown.

The Confucian crown trembled, and the light was swayed like a water wave. In the dark, the power that had enveloped Zhao Shou was washed away, and the figures of Xu Qi'an and the white warlock appeared again.

"Enough!"

The White Warlock smiled~IndoMTL.com~ He has thoroughly refined the Qi Luck in Xu Qi'an.

"I didn't know the second uncle knew this."

At this moment, he heard Xu Qi'an whisper.

The white warlock frowned, and his bloodline's face was not at all desperate and panic, but rather calm.

Xu Qi'an continued: "So, my real life-saving means is not Zhao Shou and the ancestors of the Wulin League. At least I didn't completely place my hopes on them."

After a pause, a happy smile appeared on his face: "Are you really a prison officer and do nothing?"

"Stinky lady, what are you waiting for!"

He shouted.

The voice fell, and behind Xu Qi'an, illusory, fluffy foxtails grew out, like a peacock on the screen, beautiful and terrifying.

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PS: It was delayed by seven minutes, but finally caught up.