Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 247

"Huh? Are you waiting for me?"

Yuan Tiangang frowned. He had been looking for Wang Yifang in the city before, but he couldn't find him. He thought Wang Yifang was saving his life to avoid him on purpose. Now it seems that things are not that simple.

Wang Yifang made two cups of hot tea by himself, and then rolled the wheelchair.

"Kakkaka."

The sound of the gears turning was very clear in the room. The wheelchair slid towards Yuan Tiangang. He held two cups of hot tea in his hand and handed Yuan Tiangang a cup. Without the slightest nervousness, the spring breeze smiled and said:
"When people are about to die, they always want to see their old friends, don't they?

You and I think about it, it has been more than ten years since we met face to face like this. "

Wang Yifang looked emotional, drank the hot tea in his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"At that time you followed Wei Zheng, you were just a kid." Yuan Tiangang picked up the teacup and kept turning it, but he didn't drink it.

Wang Yifang was wearing an old-fashioned Confucian shirt, and his gentle tone was full of emotion:
"In the past, I had to call you Yuan Gong, but unfortunately, you have gone astray, so you can't be called Yuan Gong anymore."

"Don't talk nonsense, you should know why I am looking for you." Yuan Tiangang gradually lost his patience, and said in a deep voice: "Hand it over, or I will send you to see Wei Zheng today!"

Wang Yifang straightened his shirt, clasped his hands together, and smiled all over his face. It was relief and anticipation:
"Thank you very much then."

"Bang!" Yuan Tiangang crushed the hot tea in his hand, the cup was shattered, and the tea scattered, he said with a straight face:
"I hate you sour scholars the most! Where is Tianshui?"

The vast martial arts qi raged across the room, Wang Yifang was hit but not hurt, but dark red blood still overflowed from his mouth and nose.

"You don't have much time, do you want to seek death?" Yuan Tiangang mentioned Wang Yifang, and said fiercely:

"Okay, I'll let you go. I'll kill you first, and then kill the people in your house. I won't even let go of the dog that guards the house!"

Wang Yifang's neck was tightly pinched, and his instinct to survive made him kick his feet. His eyes were red, and blood from his mouth and nose continued to overflow. He spoke hoarsely with difficulty:
"Tianshui? Hahahahaha, didn't I just give Tianshui to you?"

Yuan Tiangang was taken aback, looking at the cup of hot tea he crushed in disbelief.

"It's you. You don't want it!"

Wang Yifang's breathing became more and more rapid, and hot blood turned into gurgling water gushing out from his mouth and nose.

"You lied to me!" Yuan Tiangang's eyes were full of murderous intent, and his hand that was tightly gripping Wang Yifang's neck was trembling: "If it is Tianshui, I will definitely be able to detect it!"

Wang Yifang couldn't breathe, his face was covered with blood, and his eyes began to protrude. Yuan Tiangang immediately let go of his hand, and the person in his hand fell to the ground, breathing weakly.

Yuan Tiangang adjusted his mood, sat on a chair, and looked down at Wang Yifang: "Give you another chance, where is Tianshui?"

Wang Yifang struggled, slowly touched the inner sleeve, and took out a jade bottle.

Joy flashed in Yuan Tiangang's eyes, and he raised his hand, but what he attracted was not a jade bottle, but a sword in the sleeve that shone with cold light.

"call out!"

The sword in the sleeve shot at Yuan Tiangang, and before he got close to Yuan Tiangang, he was shaken into powder by his powerful cultivation base. The powder was black and turned into black mist and scattered in the room.

"Stubborn!" Yuan Tiangang squinted his eyes and raised his hand to disperse the black mist.

But the next moment, a big black wooden hand stretched out from the black mist, and hit Yuan Tiangang's chest hard.

"puff!"

Yuan Tiangang spat out a mouthful of blood, he couldn't believe it, why didn't he notice it?
He tightly held the big wooden hand, trying to shake it away, but the big hand tightly entangled Yuan Tiangang like a gangrene.

Immediately afterwards, two figures emerged in the room, Li Changfeng with half-white hair and half-white eyes, and an old man with an old face and a stooped figure.

The old man is one of the existing giants of the Mohist school, and the big hand in the black mist is his accompanying magic machine.

Li Changfeng stepped forward and pointed at Yuan Tiangang's eyebrows.

The giant of the Mo family had his hands behind his back, and the room could only hear the gears turning. Countless sharp arrows shot towards Yuan Tiangang, and Bailian Shenji also kept attacking without emotion.

Yuan Tiangang hastily blocked Li Changfeng's fatal blow, but his whole body was still pierced by lightning-fast arrows, and blood splattered.

"Yuan Tiangang, you won't be able to escape today!" Li Changfeng locked onto Yuan Tiangang with a vicious aura like frost.

The Mohist giant helped Wang Yifang up, and he sighed.

With disheveled hair, Yuan Tiangang wanted to leave the house, but countless premonitions came to his mind, telling him that there were many traps outside the house, which was more dangerous than inside.

His eyes are like knives, staring at the few people in the room. There are dozens of arrow feathers stuck in his body, bleeding out continuously. No chance to adjust breath.

"So since I entered the house, I have stepped into a trap?" He held a small bronze tripod in his hand, full of killing intent:
"Or, it was you, Wang Yifang, who designed me from the beginning?"

The small bronze cauldron exuded sapphire brilliance, constantly resisting the attacks of Li Changfeng and the giants of the Mohist school.

Li Changfeng's expression gradually became anxious. He felt that Wang Yifang's vitality was rapidly passing away, and his cultivation base attacking Yuan Tiangang became more and more surging.

"It's a pity, you can't count the power of this tripod!" Yuan Tiangang laughed loudly, and he became weaker and weaker, constantly overdrawing the source of life. Although he resisted the attack, he forcibly urged the small tripod and paid a big price .

Wang Yifang sat slumped on the wheelchair, his eyes drooped, his mouth was slightly opened, and the blood kept flowing down. He didn't feel depressed at all. He smiled and said hoarsely:
"No, I figured it out!"

A strong sense of crisis surrounded Yuan Tiangang, he held the small tripod tightly, risked his life to strike Li Changfeng, repelled Li Changfeng, and then left the house.

As soon as he left the house, arrows shot at him all over the sky, the old servant of the Wei family and a dozen other strong men flew lightly, trying to keep him.

Yuan Tiangang let out a long roar, he had become a man of blood, and he kept blocking the attack with the tripod.

In the sky, several members of the Tiangangdisha forces in black robes and masks came to help him.

at the same time.

Zhao Wujiang was restless in Shangshu Province.

He raised his head and looked into the distance, the sky seemed to be piled up with dark clouds, and it was gloomy.

"Ayu, supernatural powers, don't hold back, quick battle!"

He ordered, stepped lightly, and jumped onto the roof.

Looking from a distance, one can see the surging cultivation in the distance.

"What happened?" Zhao Wujiang was puzzled, his heart became more and more uneasy, his figure flickered, and he rushed like a dragon.

As he got closer, he saw Yuan Tiangang who was constantly evacuating under the cover of the strong Tiangang.

Yuan Tiangang's hair was disheveled, his breath was sluggish, and his body was covered in blood.

"Bang bang bang."

"Beep beep."

The sound of machine crossbows kept coming, and the arrow feathers flew, all of which were swept away by the strong guards of Yuan Tiangang and fell on the rubble of the eaves.

Although Zhao Wujiang didn't know what happened, but this place was close to Wang Yifang's mansion, a bad feeling hit his heart, he chased Yuan Tiangang without saying a word, wanting to take advantage of this to kill him.

Zhao Wujiang chased closer and closer, but he was not the only one who was alarmed by the fight, there were also clan elders in Chang'an City.

The clan elders and others showed up one after another, and they surrounded Yuan Tiangang, apparently having made an agreement long ago, they began to cover Yuan Tiangang's retreat.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were full of evil spirits, and he and the elders of the clan looked at each other from a high place, and the atmosphere became more and more dignified.

But he didn't chase after him any more, turned his head and ran towards Wang Yifang's mansion without saying a word.

On Wang Yifang's mansion, the rubble was filled with arrow feathers, all of which were shot by Yuan Tiangang who was forced to stay just now.

Zhao Wujiang landed slowly, and stepped into the room step by step.

His eyes were full of evil, without the slightest smile, and something inexplicable was churning violently in his heart.

He had a premonition of something.

(End of this chapter)