Lu Fan sat at the car window, looking calmly at the figures slowly pouring out from all directions in the darkness, in the grass, in the attic, and in the pond.
"It doesn't matter that Shen Wufeng's Jiangnan Martial League is no match for the Dragon Temple. Why can't even the Ancestral Dragon Temple in Nandu deal with these foreign thieves?"
"It's just thirteen dragons. Even if you add a hell sea dragon and those disciples and grandsons, it can at best be regarded as a force of a medium-sized ancient martial arts family."
"The Jiangnan Martial Alliance is more than capable of dealing with them, so why can't even the Ancestral Dragon Palace be their opponent?"
"Unless, there are some shameful traitors in Nandu..."
"Snap, snap, snap!"
Applause sounded.
In the door of an attic, ten people walked out one after another. The leader was a blond man with blue eyes. He was tall and strong, with bulging temples. However, when he walked, he gave people a sense of elegance and elegance. Lu Fan took a quick look and knew that the opponent's strength was not inferior to that of the Grand Master. He was a strong man with considerable strength.
Behind him were eight foreigners of different skin colors, only one of whom was Chinese, Qiao Mu who had just quickly left the car and came back again!
"The boy who slayed dragons eventually became an evil dragon."
Lu Fan took out another cigarette and held it in his mouth, taking a deep breath. In the smoke, he squinted his eyes and looked at Qiao Mu standing in the crowd: "What are you trying to do?"
"What are you planning?"
Qiao Mu took a step forward, and the dullness, indifference, and dullness that had always been on his face and had remained unchanged for thousands of years, as well as the dull look that had almost become synonymous with him, were completely gone.
Instead, there is a kind of frivolity, ferocity, gloating, and arrogance!
"I have followed Gu Gu for twenty-three years. I started fighting when I was a teenager until I reached middle age."
"I can say that I have made countless contributions to the Ancestral Dragon Palace and the country of China!"
"Not ten thousand people who invaded foreign lands died in my hands, but eight thousand!"
Qiao Mu's mood suddenly became very exciting: "But what did I get? What do I own? Rights, money, women, career... I have nothing! I don't even have the qualifications to have a normal name!"
"Can't have a real name?"
Lu Fan was stunned when he heard this: "Isn't your name Qiao Mu?"
"arbor?"
"Pooh!"
Qiao Mu spat on the ground in disgust and cursed: "This is not my real name at all. My real name is Chen Guangliang! Not Qiao Mu!"
"It's all this damn old thing. He insists on saying my original name, which has no characteristics. He calls me some bullshit Qiaomu, and some idiot waste pond Qiaomu. He is tired of talking about soldiers. He hopes to see the war stop in me. Hundreds of trees in the North welcome the wind."
"Fuck Baimu Yingchun, there is no war, what will we eat and drink? Once Zulong Palace has no meaning of existence, what face does that old guy have to point fingers in front of me and ask me to work outside for him?! "
After hearing this, Lu Fan actually wanted to say that Qiao Mu sounded much better than that Chen Guangliang, but he smoked a cigarette and did not speak.
When Qiao Mu said this, he was obviously more excited: "Besides, I've already had enough of this kind of life!"
"Why should I be allowed to shed my blood in front of you, while you trash can enjoy life in the back, live in luxury houses, drive luxury cars, and play with women?!"
"I'm not convinced!"
"If joining the Zulong Palace is your fate in life, then I might as well do the opposite! Kill that old bastard first, and then kill all of you trash!"
"I will have whatever you have, and I will have whatever you don't have!"
"This is only fair, and it's not in vain that I risked my life to kill the enemy for you trash, and when I came back, I didn't even have the most basic woman..."
Qiao Mu seemed to be roaring at Lu Fan, but in fact he was venting the dissatisfaction that had been suppressed in his heart for decades.
"And the Dragon Temple can satisfy everything I want..."
Qiao Mu seemed to have said enough. After all, he was an old man who had been fighting in the Zulong Palace for decades. His emotions quickly calmed down and he gradually returned to the man who seemed a bit dull and dull, but there was a fierce light in his eyes.
Lu Fan nodded when he heard this: "I always thought that Gu Gu only chose to keep you by his side because he thought you were honest and down-to-earth and could take on important roles."
"Now it seems that Gu Gu has long seen your wolfish ambitions. He doesn't trust you, so he keeps you under his nose all the time. He is afraid that one day you will turn against him."
