Chapter 240 The Sri Lankan has passed away, who else will ejaculate
Little did Mo He know that not long after he left, the Northern Beggar Gang was completely wiped off the map of the world.
He hurriedly returned home, thinking of the battle between Jin Sanmu and Zhang Dian just now, he was still in shock.
If he had to choose between Baiyun Temple and the Beggar Clan, he would definitely choose Baiyun Temple.
After all, that family is one of the four great families in the capital and a royal family. And Baiyun Temple is the Quanzhen Jungle, which represents the righteous way of the world.
If you offend Crazy Zhang from the Beggar Clan, you will get into some trouble at most.
If you offend Baiyunguan, you will easily be squeezed out by the other three major families.
Compared with the other three families, the power of that family is much lower.
What's more, it's useless to be powerful. How was the Li family back then? They didn't disappear from the capital overnight!
But what about the marriage between the family and the Beggar Clan?
When Na Mohe saw Na Ru'an, he was surprised and asked, "Why are you back?"
Then Ru'an sneered and said: "Do you want me to die in the Beggar Clan, so that I don't have to embarrass you? You can also take this opportunity to negotiate terms with Zhang Dian and go to Baiyun Temple to complain and gain the favor of Baiyun Temple."
support."
Na Mohe's face darkened. He did have such an idea, but it was just a thought. He didn't expect that Na Ru'an would guess it and dare to say it in front of him.
"You brat, what are you talking about?"
"Okay, you don't have to deny it." Ru'an said coldly, "I didn't come back to argue with you. I came back just to tell you that from now on, I will be in charge of that family's affairs."
"What?" Na Mohe thought he heard wrongly, "Why?"
"Why..." Na Ru'an sneered, "Just because of this!"
He suddenly grabbed Na Mohe's neck.
"you……"
Na Mohe wanted to struggle, but Na Ru'an's strength was too great and he couldn't break free at all.
A trace of black energy was released from Ru'an's hand.
The flesh and blood on Na Mohe's face quickly shriveled up, and in the end there was only a piece of human skin wrapped around the bones, and endless terror remained in the protruding eyes.
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The autumn wind is bleak and the river bank is wide open. It is the time to enjoy the tide in Qiantang.
The river bank was crowded with people.
An old man with a hunchback walked along the river, leaning on a black crutch.
Suddenly he stopped in front of a huge sculpture, stopped to look at it, and sighed:
"In those days, King Qian shot the tide, how heroic he was! It's a pity that this man has passed away, and there is no one who can shoot the tide again!"
A group of young people came over for fun and wanted to take a photo in front of the sculpture of King Qian shooting tides. They saw the old man with a hunchback standing in front of the sculpture and wouldn't leave for a long time.
A girl stepped forward and said to the old man's hunched back: "Uncle, can you please give in, we want to take pictures."
The hunchbacked old man turned around.
I saw that both of his eyes were blind, with only two pale holes with no eyeballs inside. The eyes were covered with ugly scars, twisted and twisted, as if a group of insects were crawling around.
When the girl saw the old man's face, she screamed in fright.
Several boys came over and blocked the girl behind them.
The girl said: "Let's go and change places."
A boy said: "There are people everywhere, there is no place to take pictures, just here."
Then he looked at the old man with a bit of disgust and said, "Hey, old man, we want to take pictures here, please give in!"
The old man responded with an "oh, oh" and staggered to the side on crutches.
Young people gathered in front of the statue of King Qian shooting waves and prepared to take pictures.
Someone said: "Ask the old man to take pictures for us."
Another person said: "What's your look? He's a blind man. How do you take a picture?"
"Yes, and he is so ugly. Looking at his face, I can't even eat."
"What are people like this still doing in the world? If it were me, I would have jumped into the river and died to avoid wasting food."
…
The old man left slowly amid the laughter of the young people.
Someone on the river bank was shouting: "The tide is coming! The tide is coming!"
The old man also came to the riverside, hunched over, leaning on a crutch, and looking at the vast river with beadless eyes.
A white line appears on the east side of the river, slowly moving this way.
You can faintly hear the thunderous sound of the tide.
It didn't take long for the tide to appear in people's sight.
No matter how the patrol officers shouted to stop, people rushed to lean against the guardrail of the river, raised their mobile phones, and took pictures of the tide.
That group of young people were among them.
One of the young people said: "I thought it was so powerful, but it just looks like this!"
Another said: "This is not enough. Look at the tide, it must be more than one meter high, right?"
"Isn't it more than ten meters high? Why is it only over one meter? It's boring!"
"The tide is so high when it's more than ten meters away. You have to go to Beauty Dam to see it."
"Then why are we here?"
"Tch, do you know how many people there are in Beauty Dam? Do you have a place to stand?"
…
They were chatting when they suddenly heard someone say: "Who said that only Beauty Dam has tides that soar to the sky? I think back then, King Qian Liu of Wuyue led 10,000 elite soldiers, equipped with bows and crossbows, and fired thousands of arrows to push back the tide. It was at
This place. This is where the tide is highest!"
The young man looked towards where the sound came from and saw that it was the ugly old man with a hunchback and blind eyes, and he snorted unconsciously.
"Tch, King Qian's ejaculation is just a legend, but you still take it seriously!"
"Let's go, let's stay away from him. If he falls into the river, don't try to trick us."
The tide is approaching, thousands of horses are galloping, the earth is shaking, and the sound of thunder is endless.
The young man finally felt the shock brought by the tide, closed his mouth and looked attentively.
The hunchbacked old man's cloudy white eyes flashed, and he said softly: "Do you know why the tide is tens of meters high? That's because there is a dragon going up the river. Do you think Qian Liu shot the tide? Wrong, he
The one you shot was a dragon!"
Unfortunately, people's ears were already filled with the sound of the tide, and no one heard his words.
Even if I heard it, I would probably just take it as a joke.
The old man sighed softly: "This man has passed away, who else can ejaculate now?"
After saying that, he raised the black crutch in his hand.
A plume of black smoke flew out of the cane and drifted toward the river.
When we reached the river, when the tide came, the black smoke suddenly plunged into the river.
People suddenly heard a roar that sounded like a tiger but not a tiger, not like a horse but not a horse. The sound actually drowned out the sound of the rolling tide.
"What's that sound?"
Just when people were surprised and asking questions, the tide suddenly exploded, setting off huge waves dozens of meters high.
The shadow of a dragon can be vaguely seen in the huge waves.
But it was too late for people to distinguish reality from illusion, and the huge waves were emptying and were already attacking from both sides.
Waves tens of meters high in the center of the river surged to the river bank and were still more than ten meters high.
With a bang, huge waves hit the shore, forming a rapid flood and drowning the crowd watching the tide.
The tide falls back, bringing with it eddies, swallowing everything.
The group of young people who were watching from the shore were also swept into the river. After several rises and submersions, they disappeared.
The hunchbacked old man lightly tapped his crutch on the ground, and a plume of black smoke flew back into the crutch.
He walked along the wet river bank with a hunched back and a cane.
His steps may seem staggering, but in fact they are very fast. With one step, people are often dozens of steps away.
After a while, we arrived at Haicheng from Qiantang, then passed through Haicheng and entered Hecheng.
No one noticed his presence until two security guards from the Zhao family saw him.
The hunchbacked old man stopped outside the door of the Zhao family manor, looked into the manor with pale and empty eyes, and said to himself:
"Well, it should be here."
"Hey, what are you doing?" The security guard looked disgusted when he saw the ugly old man. "If you want food, you have to go to the city center. This is a private estate."
The old man ignored it and walked inside.
The security guard angrily stepped forward to stop him with a swinging stick.
"Get out! If you don't get out, be careful to break your bones!"
The old man's footsteps did not stop, but he used the crutch in his hand to tap him lightly.
The security guard suddenly stopped, with his hands still raised, his legs still raised, and his mouth open, but he didn't move, as if time had stopped.
Then, his chest burst open with a bang, and a big hole appeared. Blood spurted out from the hole and turned into a blood mist, all of which was sucked away by Wulongguai's dragon head.
The security guard fell to the ground and turned into a shriveled zombie.
The other security guard was so frightened that he didn't even have the courage to pick up the walkie-talkie as he watched the old man walking towards him.
However, the old man did not stop and walked past the security guard.
The security guard felt that his eyes were blurred and the person was gone.
He doubted whether what he just saw was real. It wasn't until he saw the mummy of his companion that he tremblingly picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted inside.