When Mo Xiong died, Zhang Jiangshan immediately rushed forward, neatly disposed of the body and harvested the loot.
Liang Qiufeng said: "Let's go back to the peak. As far as I know, Mo Xiongyu is not alone. There is a great elder of Chiyang Sect behind him, who is King Wu."
The circle of warriors is complex and has a large network of relationships. It is often the father who kills his son, the master who kills his apprentice, and there are countless cousins and cousins. Therefore, as the saying goes: there are endless enemies to kill.
Endless gratitude and resentment.
Liang Qiufeng had already investigated clearly who Mo Xiong was relying on behind his back. Although Mo Xiong had left his hometown and was far away from the Chiyang Sect, he had a great elder at the level of King Wu around him, so he should not be underestimated.
Deterrence is deterrence, and Liang Qiufeng will not be timid because of this. Once he is sent to his door, he will kill him without any mercy.
Killing Mo Xiongyu can not only solve a future problem, but also help Yang Shuanglan get out of the siege. Everyone is dead and trouble is brewing. How can Zhenyuan Trading Company still force Yang Shuanglan to get married?
To put it bluntly, the reason why Mo Xiongyu named Yang Shuanglan was just to vent his anger and had little to do with the main issues.
If the ancient elder comes looking for him, he is not afraid because he has Grand Master Uncle and Master Lu on his side. Anyway, they are all taken care of.
Mo Xiong carried a lot of items with him, and his treasure bag was filled to the brim. It looked like a small treasure house.
After Zhang Jiangshan finished searching, his eyes shone, and he quickly calculated in his mind. He came to the conclusion in a moment: this windfall was almost equal to the sect's annual income, which was staggering.
The higher the level of the warrior, the more wealth he has. And the wealth accumulated throughout his life is basically carried with him.
After handling it properly, the group of people stopped staying, spread out their body skills, and galloped towards the peak. Along the way, no one who was not discerning appeared.
…
In Huaizuo Mansion, when the sun rises, the whole city begins to become lively.
Zhenyuan Trading Company is very busy. Today is the big day for Miss Yang San to leave the cabinet. Inside and outside, there are lanterns and colorful decorations, and everything is full of joy.
Although most people know that Yang Shuanglan was forced to get married this time, and the man has a violent temperament. After getting married, Yang Shuanglan's life will probably be very sad. However, there must be sacrifices in marriage, and who can care so much. Since ancient times, there have been many beauties.
Poor life, especially for some outstandingly beautiful female warriors, is even more tragic when they are reduced to cauldrons, drained of their vitality and die. In comparison, if Yang Shuanglan marries someone else, if she is docile and caters to her needs, she may be able to gain favor and live a good life.
uncertain.
In the room, Yang Shuanglan was dressed in red and with a red crown on her head. She had dressed up as a bride early. But the bride was pale, her eyes were dull, and she couldn't find the focus. She seemed to be a charming body that had lost its soul.
After a sleepless night, my tears have dried and my heart is dead.
Sitting in the room, existing only to wait.
There were four women standing next to her. They all felt pity for her when they saw her. They were not the core staff of the business, so they didn't understand why the third lady, who once had unlimited power, suddenly became a trading tool and was easily sacrificed.
Lose.
——The higher-ups have already issued a message, and everything will be done according to the rules. As long as Mo Xiong comes over there, the bride will pick him up immediately.
I don't know how much time passed, but the mothers-in-law were a little anxious. According to the original regulations, Mo Xiong should have sent someone over at this time.
After waiting for more than half an hour, there was still no movement.
The waiting atmosphere gradually became weird, Yang Shuanglan's frustrated mood moved inexplicably, and her eyes had strange fluctuations - until the last moment of despair, there will always be a glimmer of hope in people's hearts.
Suddenly, there was a little commotion and noise outside the room.
A woman couldn't bear her curiosity and quietly poked her head out. Seeing that no one was paying attention, she simply walked out of the room to inquire.
A quarter of an hour later, she rushed into the room quickly and shouted: "It's not good, it's not good, someone outside said that Elder Mo seems to be missing."
"What!"
The one who reacted the most was Yang Shuanglan. She stood up suddenly. Her dull eyes suddenly came to life, shining with a moving light.
Mo Xiongyu disappeared...
The synonym for disappearance is often death, so will it be the same this time?
If it were true, the desperate situation he faced would disappear and become invisible... But, what happened? How could Mo Xiongyu disappear for no reason.
Or, there is only one answer.
Faintly, that young but resolute face emerged in Yang Shuanglan's mind: I remember he promised that he would do his part to help her.
The words that many people have said are like wind and farts, and they are gone as soon as they are spoken; but there are also things that some people have promised that they will definitely do.
Suddenly, Yang Shuanglan felt extremely happy. She didn't know where this pleasure came from. She just felt like a hot spring, covering her whole body, making her feel so warm that she almost moaned.
…
Time goes back even further.
In the courtyard, the tall ancient elder got up early as usual, made a pot of tea, and sat at the stone table to drink.
He doesn't like drinking and prefers tea.
Of course, the tea is not ordinary, but the fifth-grade Maojian tea, brewed with spring water from a hundred feet deep. A small pot is worth thousands of kilograms of spiritual rice. Drinking it can nourish the mind and has good effects.
Sipping the tea slowly, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the stone table, Elder Gu even hummed a tune.
It was just dawn, and Mo Xiong went out.
Elder Gu was very clear about its purpose, and there was no plan between them, because there was no need to rely on the strong to bully the weak, so why bother to think about it? In fact, Elder Gu didn't think that Mo Xiong was going to find Liang Qiufeng and his party.
Unlucky people are a very prestigious thing, but he understands Mo Xiongyu's temperament, and he will retaliate, and it will be difficult to understand his thoughts without killing him.
Then, let him go.
Time flies, and I finished the pot of tea before I knew it.
Putting down the empty cup, the ancient elder frowned slightly. He counted with his fingers and found that two hours had passed since Mo Xiong left the city. The sun was rising slowly and was reaching the zenith.
"If everything goes well, we should be able to get it back in an hour. Why does it take so long?"
Muttering to himself.
Another hour passed, but Mo Xiongyu's figure was still nowhere to be seen.
Elder Gu suddenly sighed: "It seems something happened, but who did it? Someone from the government? Or someone else..."
He felt a little bored for no reason, pondered for a moment, and stood up suddenly: No matter what, we must find out the truth immediately to see what happened to Mo Xiong, so that he will never return.
"who?"
Elder Gu suddenly noticed something, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked towards the right courtyard wall: "Do it for me!"
Catching it in the air.
Boom!
There was an astonishing sound, and the stone courtyard wall was like fragile tofu. A big hole was immediately scratched, and stone debris flew like rain.
In the meantime, a small body bounced up, quickly dodged the blow, and ran away quickly.
"Um?"
Elder Gu, who was someone, immediately saw that it was a miniature monkey with bright golden fur, which looked quite impressive.
"Want to escape?"
He raised his arms and flew away at an extremely fast speed. In an instant, he rushed to the side of the little monkey and pawed down again.
"squeak!"
The little monkey's reaction was also super fast. He had already aimed at the escape route, drilled into the ground, passed through the gap in a water channel, and disappeared. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)