Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 233: What are you?

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"Father..."

Yang Fu followed, her eyes full of sadness.

She didn't know what to do, so she followed Xia Ji as if she had lost her soul, and walked to the gate of Wanjian Villa together.

There are already many people under the door, and there is a stark confrontation between the two sides.

Yu Long, Xie Qiongfeng, Nian Ying, Zhao Yange and others stood together.

Others are on the other side.

Of course, the existence of the deflection frame is naturally indispensable.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fu did not run forward, but ran to a small pavilion far away from the crowd. In the pavilion, there was an elegant man drinking tea leisurely.

"Dad, I beg you."

The elegant man smiled and said, "What am I begging for?

You haven't married yet, those people are so arrogant and domineering, they don't take my friends from the villa in the eye.

It's their fault, and it's their responsibility. "

"Dad!!"

Yang Fu knelt down directly.

The surrounding sounds are noisy, and the person who makes the noise has a headache.

Suddenly, a black-faced man walked out of the crowd, looked at the people on the opposite side, and said with a straight face:

"I am the city captain of Linfeng City, and I also manage the cases in this area.

Ma Gongzi Zheng Gongzi is usually a hospitable and well-known son. This time, he brought a heavy gift to the wedding banquet, and he would definitely not disappear for no reason. The problem is naturally let go. "

It seems that he is prepared. As soon as he finished speaking, four big men with knives grabbed the iron shackles, walked out from both sides, passed the groom's office, and walked towards the other three.

"Accept investigation", "Let people go without problems" are all bullshit. Once you enter the government office, it is as deep as the sea, life or death, right and wrong, and there is no room for you.

Isn't it common for people to kill people in this age of chaos and chaos?

If you kill you, you can still put a name on you, and then implicate your family. Then there are many people who don't know the truth and applaud. This is really a normal operation.

This black-faced man is a skilled thief.

Then, he even smiled.

Because, he saw the groom knelt down.

The black-faced man is proud in his heart, but he still maintains the original righteousness on his face: "What is the meaning of the bridegroom officer?

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yu Long.

The handsome and humble man with a bit of a turbid Shijia's taste looked straight at Xia Ji, and across the crowd, he bowed deeply three times.

Around, as if no one else was there.

No more sound.

Xia Ji looked at the disciple, he understood why the disciple worshiped.

So, he asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

Although there is laughter and noise all around.

But Yu Long couldn't hear any sound from outsiders, he said solemnly, "I think about it."

Xia Ji looked at him gently: "This burden is heavier than you think, and it may not be easy to die."

Yu Long didn't say any more, he crawled with his hands on his back, kowtowed heavily, then knelt down in the most upright posture, and then raised his voice: "I would like to bear the teacher's name, and I would also like to bear the teacher's cause and effect, if there is no teacher, then Without me Yu Long, with me Yu Long, I will share my worries as a teacher."

Xia Ji looked at him quietly and said softly, "You don't understand..."

Yu Long continued to raise his voice like no one else was around: "It's just that the soul is scattered, and the disciple has no complaints and no regrets."

Xia Ji shook his head.

The next moment, Xie Qiongfeng, Nian Ying, Zhao Yange, and even Feng Chuixue by his side all knelt down and said in unison, "It's nothing but the soul flying away, and the disciple has no complaints and no regrets."

At this moment, in the world, everyone and everything disappeared.

Only the kneeling disciples and the standing teacher were left.

Xia Ji closed his eyes and said lightly, "Okay."

Everyone's laughter grew louder, because in their eyes, they thought it was a little sect...

Xia Ji opened his eyes and glanced at the disciples: "Do it, don't be afraid to stab the sky, I'm here."

"Yes."

Several disciples answered in unison.

Xia Ji heard a burning smell.

He stopped looking at everyone, walked behind him, and helped Yang Fu, who was kneeling on the ground.

Yang Fu wanted to kneel, but the force that held her up seemed to allow her to refuse.

Xia Ji pulled her and said, "Xiao Fu, let's wait inside."

In the pavilion, the owner of Wanjian Villa put down the teacup and snorted softly, "Does your Excellency ignore me?"

There is a sullenness in his voice.

Xia Ji had no sorrow or joy, and said lightly: "What are you?"

When he finished saying the word "West", he let go of his strength a little,

A gust of wind came out of his mouth,

Driving the airflow between the heaven and the earth, the rushing and surging is like the unstoppable river that rolls eastward, and it is also like the thousand-mile tsunami that follows the flood in the midsummer.

With a faint voice, the sky and the earth are dark, the sun and the moon are pale,

And the trees, houses, and muddy streams were all tyrannically expelled by this rude force, and they fled furiously far away in panic.

Boom! !

Boom! ! !

The pavilion fell.

The tree fell.

The boulders fly helplessly in the air like confetti.

The house in the distance is like a building block that has been accidentally trampled by a naughty giant.

The mountain stream is interrupted, and the upper and lower parts are separated.

One word.

A breath of fresh air.

Blow away all the dust in front of you, all right and wrong.

The owner of Wanjian Villa, who was drinking tea elegantly just a moment ago, has long been blown away.

"He's fine" Xia Ji patted the bride's back, "Let's wait in the back."

Yang Fu's mind went blank, she couldn't help but look back.

The four, including the husband, have drawn their swords to face nearly a thousand opponents on the scene.

My husband finally took off his humble and polite side, showing his powerful side, and beheaded those who had been rude and bullying before.

The other two girls, one of them was extremely fast, like flying swallows grazing water, dancing dexterously and swiftly among the crowd, killing people like mowing grass, but that's all.

The other little man is holding the knife and staring at the one who is about to escape. Whoever escapes will go up to make up for the knife.

Yang Fu regretted to find out that her husband had been crushed on the head.

And that hero-like man opened and closed with his sword, the sword was as calm as a mountain, and no one could match him wherever he went. He was not murderous, but he was also angry.

The scene just now, who wouldn't be angry?

Now, the man's anger is pouring out, no matter what aristocrat, what city commander, what son and brother, they are all killed.

From his momentum and attitude, Yang Fu felt a sense of the massacre scene.

These people are monsters,

They are all eye-opening characters for Yang Fu.

If...

There is no other man standing beside them.

The older brother of the husband who seems to be introverted and shy, who dares not look at people.

The husband's brother didn't even draw a knife, just grabbed a piece of grass.

A piece of grass in his hand has turned into a killing knife.

The long grass dances with the wind.

For every move, someone dies.

He stumbled across so that the blood wouldn't get on his body and stain his eyes.

When he didn't shoot, he was like a shy big boy,

But when it was shot, people suddenly noticed that it was a monster who was clothed in human skin, hidden in the world, and had a habit of cleanliness.

No, maybe not a monster.

He is too invincible, his shots are too light, and he has a reluctant look on his face. Such a person... Yang Fumo said he had seen it, but he had never even heard of it.

"You dare to kill the court life..."

Someone shouted, but before the voice fell, it stopped abruptly. It was not that he was silent, but that the dead man could no longer speak.

"Do you know who I am?"

No answer, no further questioning, because the speaker is dead.

"Crazy, really crazy, you must be from the Demon Sect..."

This guy who is used to madly pinning hats on people also failed to finish his speech because he died too.

"This must be magic..."

The voice is incomplete, and he is dead.

"Don't be afraid, everyone, there are only four of them. I have just analyzed their tactics, and they can't be cut, stabbed, flirted, and swung..."

Before the words were finished, it was death again.

There is too much dust hidden in the earth of the world.

Xia Ji had already understood this when he walked out of the imperial capital.

No matter what you do, you will find yourself doing less than a few gossips.

Rumours can be taken out of context, devalue everything you do, and keep you running forever.

Why do the clouds not cover the eyes?

Only one ride away from the dust.

Xia Ji took the bride away from such a **** occasion.

He sits back in the side hall.

Yang Fu lowered her head awkwardly.

She has already understood that this is probably not her husband's father, but her husband's teacher.

In the distance, the fighting is still fierce.

Xia Ji suddenly threw a token, which is the identity plate of the Su family, "Show it to them, and those who slow down your villa will die."

Yang Fu hurriedly took it, she didn't recognize the token, but she still hurried out.

Outside the door, Yang Jing of Wanjian Villa is preparing a sword formation.

Though the four of them are terrifying, the Wanjian Villa is not irresistible.

With a long whistle, three thousand disciples who were cultivating in the back mountain suddenly flew over.

Yang Fu waved the token in her hand and shouted: "Third Uncle!!"

Yang Jing's face was ashen, with shock, fear, and anger in his face. Seeing Yang Fu at this time, he angrily said, "You are looking for a good man!"

Yang Fu didn't say much, and handed over the token directly.

Yang Jing took the token subconsciously,

The token is engraved with a five-color dragon, and the dragon swims around the edge,

And in the center are two strange dragons connected end to end.

Dragon wraps twice, with a character inscribed in ancient style in the middle.

Maybe outsiders don't recognize this word, but Wanjian Villa is not a small force. This Yang Jing is the third villa owner of the villa, so he naturally recognizes the word "Su".

He couldn't help trembling, "Whose?"

Yang Fu said: "It's my... father-in-law."

Yang Jing suddenly widened his eyes and opened his mouth. He recognized the token and also knew the identity of the person who came.

He suddenly threw the token back to Yang Fu, and waved: "Follow me!"

Yang Jing's prestige in Wanjian Villa is obviously not small. He gave an order, and immediately many elite cadres, direct disciples, and elite disciples of the villa followed him.

Yang Fu said: "Third uncle, don't!!"

She is very complicated.

Although the third uncle and the others did something wrong, they were their own relatives after all.

Whether the third uncle hurt the people on her husband's side, or the husband hurt her own family, she couldn't accept it.

But Yang Jing didn't hear her. The third owner of Wanjian Villa was sweating profusely, his heart was cold, and he was running wildly.

She hurriedly ran after her.

Then I saw a group of disciples in the villa approaching the side hall.

Yang Fu shouted anxiously: "Third Uncle!! No..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw something unbelievable in the next second.

The third uncle knelt down.

Everyone behind him was dumbfounded.

Everyone thought they were here to fight, but they didn't want to do it, so they were all stunned on the spot.

Yang Jing shouted nervously: "Kneel down for me!"

Everyone bowed their knees one after another, kneeling in blackness.

Kneeling toward the threshold of the side hall.

In the threshold, Xia Ji is drinking tea.

Yang Jing gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice: "The villain has eyes but no beads, I apologize to you!"

Speaking, he kowtowed to the threshold suddenly, one after another, not daring to stop.

Behind the threshold, the white-haired man quietly put down the tea cup. He was not happy, and even a little regretful.

Should be happy, why do you have to get to this point?

He said calmly: "Get up."

Yang Jing didn't dare to get up and kept kneeling. Although the others didn't know why, no one was an idiot. They instantly understood the high status of this white-haired man, which they couldn't imagine at all.

Three thousand disciples came from the back mountain, and they all knelt down instead of forming a sword formation.

Soon, the owner of the villa returned in tattered clothes,

Because of Xia Ji's control, he was not seriously injured,

It's just that he was stunned after seeing the crowd bowing and hurriedly sent a voice transmission to Yang Jing, who was kneeling: "Who is he?"

Yang Jing went back and said, "The Su family."

The villa owner's eyes widened, "Really?"

"I see the identification plate."

The villa owner thinks back to the power just now. If it weren't for the family, how could it be so powerful?

His legs softened, and he knelt down toward the side hall, tears streaming down his heart.

My dear, if you had said it earlier, would my mother-in-law treat you like this?

Yang Fu, who was dumbfounded, suddenly heard a voice transmission in her ears.

"Go and say something nice to your father-in-law, it's my father who is blind and doesn't recognize anyone..."

"Dad...is this?"

Yang Fu couldn't comprehend the moment of subversion.

My father-in-law, Yu Lang's teacher, that eldest brother, and others... Who are they? ?

At this time, Xia Ji said again: "Get up."

No one dares to get up.

Xia Jidao: "Is the wedding still going?"

"Do, do, of course do." The owner of Wanjian Villa hurriedly said.

Xia Jidao: "Then get up."

He said again and again, the kneeling man stood up in awe.

The pressure of the Su family is evident.

...

...

After the Bloody Banquet.

The bride and groom enter the bridal chamber.

Xia Ji is also ready to leave.

The owner of the village and his group bowed their heads and bowed, sending him away.

On the way down the mountain pass, the owner of the village asked: "Sir, it's better to spend the night in the village tonight, I... I have made arrangements to make amends for you."

Xia Ji probably guessed what kind of arrangement, and this arrangement made him a little disliked, but he couldn't change it, so he said: "No, I have to rush back to Jinghu."

The owner of the Wanjian Villa had to be more polite, but he finally figured out what the word "Mirror Lake" represented.

He suddenly realized who the man in front of him was~IndoMTL.com~ He only felt a shudder from his soul that swept his body.

Indeed...

It's that grown-up.

The adult who wrote "The Power of the World" and "The Image of the World".

Preach the myths of the world.

He couldn't imagine.

The expression on the face is colorful and indescribable.

When I came back to my senses again, there was no one on the dark mountain road, only the sound drifted with the spring breeze at night.

"Tell those people who I am, and if you want revenge, let them come to Jinghu to find me."

The owner of Wanjian Villa finally woke up a bit. His legs softened, and he knelt down toward the invisible back at the foot of the mountain, and said in a trembling voice, "You...well."