Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 72 Undercurrent
The moon and stars are sparse, and the grass is green.

It has turned completely dark.

The warmth of spring suddenly turned cold again, and the weather that had already begun to spring was inexplicably reversed by the cold wave.

Fang Xuan walked out of the dark Buddhist hall, glanced at the sky, and then stepped forward, turning into an afterimage and disappearing in front of the ruined temple and Buddhist hall.

That Yang Ting has a weak mind. He alone is far from enough to push his crimson king pupils to the realm of perfection!

Nancheng, Nitou Lane.

A luxurious carriage drove in slowly and finally stopped at the house at the end of Nitou Lane.

A graceful woman, luxuriously dressed and wearing a square veil on her face, Shi Shiran stepped out of the carriage.

The veil blocked most of her face, revealing only a pair of cold, beautiful eyes with a little cinnabar mole on her brow.

"Wait for me here and don't let anyone in,"

The veiled woman gave a faint order to the groom, and then knocked gently on the door.

The door opened slightly inwards, revealing a crack.

One eye peeked out through the crack in the door warily. Then after seeing the veiled woman, the wariness in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by a touch of joy.

Crunch!

The door opened, and a big muscular hand stretched out from behind the door and pulled the veiled woman in.

The next moment, the door closed with a bang.

The groom in charge of driving the cart couldn't help but sigh and shook his head when he heard the laughter of men and women coming from inside.

"I have three children, one likes to be a prostitute, one listens to music, and the other has affairs all day long."

"Hey, this groom's job is really going to kill him."

The groom casually picked off a piece of dogtail grass, twisted it in his hand, and then put it in his mouth. He put his hands behind his head and turned a deaf ear to the sounds of wild people in the room. He hummed a country song in a low voice and closed his eyes to relax.

The moment he closed his eyes.

He didn't notice.

A tall figure wearing a bamboo hat stepped into the courtyard.

Nitou Lane, inside the back room.

"Gu Lang, are you still okay~~?"

The veiled woman who stepped out of the carriage and looked like a lady had already taken off her veil, untied her clothes, and was tied up on the bed.

The hemp rope tightened her white and tender flesh, and there were many whip marks and seals on her body.

However, instead of showing any sign of pain, her face was flushed with joy and expectation.

If there were any outsiders here at this moment, they would definitely scream in surprise.

Is this still the dignified, cold, and repulsive young lady of the Yang family, Yang He, as usual?
Snap.

The dull sound of footsteps kept getting closer.

Yang He closed his eyes, moved the tips of his ears slightly, and said with a bit of coquettishness in his voice:

"Gu Lang, why did it take you so long today? This is a riding whip I specially made from sheep hair. Please try it on me quickly."

After finishing his sentence, Yang He didn't wait for a response for a long time.

She was about to speak in displeasure.

"Gu Lang? Is he the person you are looking for?"

A deep voice sounded.

Immediately afterwards, Yang He felt a round sticky object being thrown onto her body.

"Um?!"

Yang He suddenly opened his eyes and looked.

She saw a head with a livid face, wide eyes, and protruding eyeballs, landing on her chest, staring at her.

Eye contact.

next moment.

"what--!!!"

In an instant, Yang He turned pale with fear, screamed, and struggled wildly with his hands and feet bound by ropes.

outside the house.

"Well?"

The groom, who was already half asleep, turned over and heard the frightened screams inside. He couldn't help but get up and froze. Then he rubbed his eyes again and lay down, muttering: "The eldest lady is getting more and more wild." !”

In the back room, on the bed.

Snapped--!
With an extremely loud slap, it landed on Yang He's face.

The frightened screams suddenly stopped.

"Yang He?"

Fang Xuan frowned and looked at the woman whose hands and feet were bound with hemp rope.

"you"

Yang He felt the acrid sting on his face. He first looked down blankly at the livid head that rolled down the bed, and then raised his head to look at the tall and burly figure with a head full of thick black hair.

Gradually.

The fear slowly faded from her face.

Instead.

It was a flush of even more excitement.

"Right, that is it."

"No matter who you are, please whip and torture the slave family to your heart's content. Don't show any mercy." Yang He looked at Fang Xuan infatuatedly and spoke softly.

"Um???"

Fang Xuan, who was already frowning, immediately tightened his brows after hearing this.

He looked at Yang He, whose face was as red as a rosy cloud and whose eyes were as charming as silk, and he couldn't help but shook his head and said:
"This Yang family is really a bunch of whores."

Bang——! ! !
An extremely loud slap was thrown out again, and Yang He suddenly felt as if he had been hit hard. He spit out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

Fang Xuan grabbed Yang He's hair and pulled it roughly. The rope suddenly broke and he strode out.

outside the house.

"Huh? Why is there no sound in the room? Is today young lady over so quickly?"

The groom who was driving the cart turned over and sat up, rubbing his face to wake up.

He was about to get out of the car and put his ear to the door to listen to what was going on inside.

Snapped!
A big hand patted his shoulder.

"Go back and tell Yang Jiang that if you want the lives of his son Yang Ting and daughter Yang He, come to me alone at the Chenghuang Temple outside the city."

The groom was startled and quickly looked back.
I saw a tall and majestic figure wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, carrying Yang He in his hand like a chicken.

Within a few steps, the tall and majestic figure disappeared into the vast night.

"Oops!"

In an instant, the coachman's expression changed drastically, and without any hesitation, he quickly set up the carriage and hurried towards the city.

Inside the Yang Mansion.

The lights are bright and the white flags are swaying.

"Zheng'er, dad will see Fang Xuan off soon and come down to accompany you."

Yang Jiang was dressed in linen, standing in front of a spiritual tablet, talking to himself as if talking to himself.

Behind him, Wang Tianli and a group of incoming warriors who were inspired by their energy and blood waited quietly for a long time.

"Zheng'er, if you have a soul in heaven, you should open your eyes wide today and watch how dad helps you get revenge."

Yang Jiang took a deep breath and placed the three incense sticks in his hand on the incense burner in front of the spiritual tablet.

next moment.

He turned around suddenly.

He used to look tired all day long due to the pain of losing his son, but today his face is full of energy and murderous intent.

"Come here, tell them to take action. First arrest Fang Lan, and then..."

Yang Jiang was about to speak.

at this time.

Crunch-!
The door of Yang Mansion was pushed open hard.

"Master, something is seriously wrong!"

Following a panicked voice, a young boy in Tsing Yi staggered over with sweat on his face.

(End of this chapter)