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Regarding random killings, as long as you are a normal person, you will always feel a little uncomfortable in your heart.

Although He Xiaoming's hands could be said to be stained with blood now, the people he killed were all people who had something to do with him and had nothing to do with him, so He Xiaoming didn't bother to answer.

For people like Li Qingluo who regard killing as child's play, even in the context of the current era, He Xiaoming frowned.

Li Qingluo is just an ordinary martial arts person, not a government official. Even the government turns a blind eye to this kind of thing and has no way to deal with it. Instead, Li Qingluo wants to become the so-called messenger of justice. He Xiaoming His sense of her suddenly dropped a lot.

She looks beautiful, but she is obviously mentally ill.

But let’s get back to it. All these causes and effects must be attributed to Duan Zhengchun. If it weren't for Duan Zhengchun's playboy who was only responsible for playing and not finishing, how could so many messy things happen later.

He Xiaoming tried his best to recall the plot and found that it seemed that Duan Zhengchun could not be entirely blamed for this matter. Didn't Duan Zhengchun not want to marry all these women home? He must have thought about it too, but Dao Baifeng disagreed.

Which tribe is Dao Baifeng from?

He Xiaoming forgot, but remembered that she was the daughter of a minority chief, and her marriage to Duan Zhengchun was also a political marriage to stabilize the border, and Dao Baifeng and his family were staunch defenders of monogamy.

It was precisely because he married Dao Baifeng as the princess that he completely put an end to Duan Zhengchun's idea of ​​having three wives and four concubines.

But Dao Baifeng is also really Liu. Adhering to the idea of ​​​​you playing and I playing, he directly found the ugliest and dirtiest beggar and brought a big hat to Duan Zhengchun. His only son Duan Yu, He is not Duan Zhengchun’s biological child.

Dao Baifeng chose to become a monk, probably because of guilt.

Tsk tsk tsk, it only shows that the Duan family is really good at playing.

Duan Zhengming has no descendants, and Duan Zhengchun's only son is not his biological son, but this son is the son of the former Yin Prince Duan Yanqing. After coming full circle, the future will still fall to Duan Yanqing's descendants. superior.

It can only be said that the Duan family was completely fooled by the Buddhist teachings of Tianlong Temple.

Although reality is more magical than romance novels, He Xiaoming estimates that there are not many family ethics dramas like the Duan family in Tian Long Ba Bu in reality.

Regarding Li Qingluo's behavior of casually taking human lives, Duan Yu, who had been influenced by Buddhism since childhood, could no longer bear it and started to mock Li Qingluo.

Duan Yu: "Absurd, it is the greatest absurdity in the world. You look like a fairy sister. I didn't expect you to be so cruel and barbaric. I am not afraid to tell you. I am also named Duan. There are so many people named Duan among us. Can you kill them all? ?”

There was a hint of disdainful amusement on Li Qingluo's face, and her charm was revealed in an instant, which overshadowed the blooming camellias around her: "Are you also named Duan?"

Duan Yu couldn't help but put a little distance between him and Li Qingluo: "Of course, my name is Duan Yu. Anyway, you will gouge out your eyes, chop off your feet and cut off your tongue. I'm not afraid of being buried alive by you."

The disdain on Li Qingluo's face became even greater: "Haha, Duan, I won't let you die so easily."

He Xiaoming, who was watching all this while suspended in the air, couldn't help but be speechless. No wonder there were so many lickers in later generations. No matter what the goddess said, it was right. Although Li Qingluo's way of dealing with people was inconsistent with He Xiaoming's, the amorous feelings at that moment were actually all the same. He Xiaoming couldn't help the feeling of Lao Cao deep in his heart.

Who can withstand this shit?

Another day of envy for Duan Zhengchun.

At least when it comes to appearance, Lao Duan never disappoints.

However, He Xiaoming's goal has been achieved, and naturally he will not let the plot continue to develop like this.

He Xiaoming: "Ahem, excuse me."

Li Qingluo: "Whoever is sneaking around, get out of here."

Li Qingluo was shocked. Although her martial arts was not considered to be the best, she could still be considered a top-notch expert in the arena. Otherwise, she would not have been able to do whatever she wanted within the scope of Taihu Lake. Now someone sneaked up near her. I didn't notice it at all, which was really scary.

Li Qingluo suddenly broke into a cold sweat when she thought of a certain possibility.

He Xiaoming watched Li Qingluo look around. All the maids around him felt like they were facing formidable enemies. He took out the weapons in their hands and couldn't help but say again: "Don't look for it, it's up there."

Hearing that the sound was indeed coming from the air, Li Qingluo subconsciously raised her head, and then she saw an incredible scene that made her sense of perspective collapse. Someone was flying in mid-air?

Could this be some kind of fairy, ghost or monster?

How can a person fly?

Even though there are all kinds of wonderful light skills in the world, which can even allow people to glide in the air for a short time, Li Qingluo has never heard of this ability, let alone seeing it.

Li Qingluo, who has a family background and emptied out all the land of Langhuan and returned home, is not only familiar with all kinds of martial arts in the world, but at least has a general understanding of them. He Xiaoming, who is currently floating in the air, is just reflected behind him. The sunlight almost made Li Qingluo unable to help but feel a little weak in her legs.

In addition to Li Qingluo, I noticed that some of He Xiaoming's maids and slaves in the air could not help but kneel down, muttering prayers without knowing what they were saying.

Li Qingluo cheered herself up, and finally managed to stabilize her mind. She did not believe that there were any gods, ghosts, or ghosts in this world. If there were any, she would have killed the man named Duan long ago. Then He Xiaoming in the air now could only be a magic weapon. I have discovered a mysterious technique that I have never heard of before, so it can be so magically created out of thin air.

Li Qingluo: "Who are you, sir? Why did you come to my Mantuo Villa?"

If the opponent was able to stand in the air with the help of Qinggong, his inner strength must have reached an unfathomable and unimaginable state. After comparing the disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, Li Qingluo reluctantly handed over her hand, and her tone softened a lot.

There is no way, the situation is stronger than the person, and Li Qingluo is not really stupid, she still has to give in when it is time to give in.

He Xiaoming slowly fell from the air. As the distance got closer, Li Qingluo was so scared that her eyes almost popped out. Her face turned pale and she couldn't help but take several steps back. There was a blue-white flame under He Xiaoming's feet, and Li Qingluo felt an extremely violent energy from it. It was different from the Zhongzhengping and Neijia Zhenqi that he had cultivated. The energy was so violent that it seemed like it could tear people apart instantly. Crush.

Li Qingluo felt that her three views were shattered into pieces again. How could anyone in this world be able to cultivate such violent internal power? Wouldn't that person have to be torn into pieces?

If the body can control such a violent internal force, I'm afraid the whole body will not be as strong as gold and iron.

The person who came was really scary, and he didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend. Li Qingluo was suddenly soaked in cold sweat, and she was even a little unsteady on her feet.

He Xiaoming looked at Li Qingluo, who was trembling with nervousness, and couldn't help but smile: "Sister Li, you don't have to be so nervous, I have no ill intentions towards you."

He Xiaoming has already calculated that Li Qingluo is only a few years older than him. Although Li Qingluo's appearance can be a bit deceiving, she is in her 30s. Although He Xiaoming's body is not that old, even her 20th birthday is still there. I haven't passed, but if I add in my past and present life, being Li Qingluo's father is enough. Calling her eldest sister is not an exaggeration at all.

Li Qingluo was shocked by He Xiaoming's rustic address: "Sister Li? Do you know me?"

Since marrying the Wang family of Mantuo Villa, Li Qingluo has always addressed herself as Mrs. Wang. No one has called her by her original surname for nearly 20 years. Looking at He Xiaoming, he is at most a weakling at his age and is not as good as himself. My daughter is about the same age, how could she know her past?

Thinking again about the violent internal force that He Xiaoming had just exposed, Li Qingluo subconsciously felt that He Xiaoming should have cultivated an old monster similar to the Eternal Palace of Eternal Spring.

Li Qingluo: "Senior, I wonder if you have any advice when you come to Mantuo Villa?"

He Xiaoming shook his head: "I can't be called a senior. I'm only nineteen this year. I couldn't help but feel a little emotional when I heard what you said just now, eldest sister, so I couldn't help but speak out."

Li Qingluo: "Nineteen years old? Impossible! Why would you lie to me, senior? Just say whatever you want."

Based on the aura that He Xiaoming just revealed, it would be much more difficult for Li Qingluo to believe that he was just 19 years old than for Li Qingluo to directly believe that a sow can climb a tree.

If she could practice to this level at the age of 19, Li Qingluo would probably feel like she had lived like a pig all these years.

He Xiaoming scratched his head in embarrassment. Does his body look so old?

No, he obviously looks much younger than Li Qingluo, and even younger than the stupid Duan Yu standing next to him.

He Xiaoming didn't come back to his senses for a while. This world was a magical world of martial arts. After all, Wu Xingyun was already over ninety years old, and she still looked like a little girl on the surface.

He Xiaoming: "What, eldest sister, I really just turned 19 this year."

Seeing Li Qingluo still looking unbelieving, He Xiaoming sighed inwardly and didn't want to explain anymore: "Forget it if you don't believe it. I just wanted to tell you that if you kill Duan Yu, you will definitely regret it in the future. As for those two people just now, if there is no grudge, just let them go, after all, they have nothing to do with you."

Li Qingluo gritted her teeth and finally raised her hand to He Xiaoming: "Senior has the final say, come and let those two people go. Senior, I didn't know you said I would regret killing this boy named Duan, right? Why?"

He Xiaoming always spoke directly and decided to be honest and honest. However, there were too many servants around, so what he said next was a bit shocking, so he had to drive the others away first before speaking.

He Xiaoming: "This Duan Yu is a child of Duan Zhengchun's family. Speaking of which, I have to call you aunt. He is brother and sister to your daughter. You said that if you kill him, Duan Zhengchun will find out about it in the future. You Can Mr. Duan, who I miss so much, let you go?"

Li Qingluo: "What? This boy named Duan is Duan Zhengchun's son?"

After listening to He Xiaoming's words, Li Qingluo's face felt as if she had opened a dye shop, with entangled, resentful, longing, reluctance and other emotions. She looked at Duan Yu with a very troubled look. A second ago, she wanted to slap him. He was slapped to death, but the next second he couldn't help but fall in love with Wu Jiwu, wanting to see something similar to Duan Zhengchun on Duan Yu's face.

As for saying that He Xiaoming was deceiving himself, this idea was abandoned by Li Qingluo just as soon as it came up. In Li Qingluo's view, He Xiaoming was an old monster and would not seek happiness for himself for such a trivial matter, and this matter It's too simple to prove things, just look at Duan Yu's performance.

Duan Yu was completely dumbfounded at this moment. No, how many baby mothers did his father find for him?

Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing, whom I met before, both turned into his younger sisters inexplicably, but at least they were still in Dali. Now that I have arrived at Taihu Lake in the Song Dynasty, I can still find my sister for myself.

No, this time I didn’t find my sister first, I found an aunt for myself first, and I haven’t met this sister yet.

Duan Yu looked confused. He ran away from home. Was this the beginning of his journey to find his sister?

Duan Yu: "This, this senior, is everything you said true? Is this Mrs. Wang really my aunt? I also have a half-sister here?"

Looking at the complicated expression on Li Qingluo's face, Duan Yu actually almost believed it, but he still wanted to get confirmation from He Xiaoming.

After seeing He Xiaoming nodding, Duan Yu instantly felt relieved and felt that his whole life had become boring.

When he saw Li Qingluo, Duan Yu was actually a little surprised. After all, she looked so similar to the statue of the fairy sister. Although she looked a little older, if he had a daughter at home, she would be a proper fairy sister. Is this an immortal?

As a result, haha, Li Qingluo does have a daughter in her family, but she turns out to be her own sister?

Duan Yu's resentment towards his father was almost reaching the sky right now.

Looking at the two people whose faces were changing constantly, He Xiaoming suddenly remembered something and waved to A'Zhu Abi, who was staying in the same place in the distance and did not dare to move. "Where are you now? I'm just looking for you Duan Yu." You can't do it as a sister, but your sister has to make arrangements for you.

Seeing He Xiaoming waving, A'Zhu Abi glanced around, and then couldn't help but point at herself. When He Xiaoming nodded, she moved over cautiously.

A'Zhu: "I've met my senior, and I wonder if my senior can give us any advice when he calls us sisters over?"

On the surface, A'Zhu appears to be as gentle as water, while A Bi is quirky. Who would have thought that behind the scenes, these two people have completely opposite personalities. (End of chapter)