Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

The two put their clothes back on and still hugged each other.

After the remaining warmth, Huang Rong felt that her whole body was hot, limp, and her body was twitching, as if there was something swimming in it, which was extremely warm.

"Godmother, I feel like you have changed."

"Really? Why don't I feel this way? I feel like I haven't changed at all!" Huang Rong blushed, with a faint smile on her lips. Her whole person was indescribably mature and charming, which made Wu Gong feel like I have no clear emotions, I just feel my heart beating wildly.

"Remember when we first met? At that time, you thought that Li Mochou and I were both members of a cult. At that time, I was poisoned, and you were ready to throw me away. If Uncle Guo hadn't stopped you , but just throw me away?"

Wu Gong said with a faint smile on his lips.

If Huang Rong had really thrown him away at that time, with the poison in his body dragging his swollen thighs and being helpless, Li Mochou wouldn't know where he would have gone.

If Huang Rong and the others throw him away, he may be poisoned to death soon.

Where can I hold the famous Gang Leader Huang like I am now?

Huang Rong rolled her eyes when she heard this, "Now that I think about it, I should have thrown you away. Not just throwing you away, but castrating you before throwing you away to prevent you from harming other women again. You Damn you little bastard, I don’t know what I’m thinking, but the women’s ways that I have guarded for so many years have actually fallen into the hands of a little bastard like you.”

As Huang Rong spoke, a strange emotion flashed in her eyes.

Wu Gong was sensitive to Huang Rong's emotions and reached out to touch her cheek, "Goddess, did you think of anything? Did you think of Uncle Guo?"

Huang Rong was suddenly startled, and then a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, but almost the next second, she said decisively: "Yes, you little bastard, your senses are still very sensitive! Yes, I wanted to I am your Uncle Guo, but I don’t feel sorry for him. In the early years, I thought he was very good. At that time, I wanted to be with him. He has always protected me, like a stable backer.

But I don’t need anyone to protect me. I wanted to protect him, but he didn’t give me any chance. Do you understand? Huang Rong's face was slightly red, and she kept playing with Wu Gong's earlobe with her palms. Her tone was extremely gentle: "The first time, I regretted it very much, but now, I don't feel like this anymore." My only thought is to protect you, that's all."

Wu Gong looked at her charming look, lowered his head, and leaned towards the bright red lips. Huang Rong also slowly raised her head, and her lips were about to touch, but there was a dull sound behind her. sound.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a dull sound.

The door was knocked open, and a woman fell in from the outside. Tables, chairs and benches were overturned, and sawdust splinters were flying in the sky.

Seeing this woman suddenly appearing in the house, Wu Gong and Huang Rong were frightened, and hurriedly separated, taking advantage of the chaos to keep a certain distance.

At the same time, the two of them couldn't help but feel scared. Fortunately, they reacted in time. If this was discovered, Wu Gong would have no choice but to kill and silence them.

Wu Gong raised his eyebrows and walked towards the door.

Huang Rong bent down and helped the woman on the ground.

The woman on the ground is none other than the pink-clad maid from not long ago.

There was blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, her face was pale, and there was a conspicuous palm print hole on the pink dress on her chest.

It looked like it was slapped in from the outside.

Wu Gong walked to the door, and there were a bunch of people standing in the corridor outside the door.

There are men and women, old and young, some are elegant scholars, there are also middle-aged men who are not angry and proud, and a beautiful lady in white. More importantly, there are a few people wearing cassocks. Great monk.

Of course, the most eye-catching one is the guy at the front.

The one at the front was a monk wearing a cassock and a cock hat. He looked very fierce and had a string of Buddhist beads tied to his wrist.

The noise was also heard in the room next to it, and many heads immediately stuck out.

Wu Gong looked at the monk.

Finally got this opportunity to have a good chat and flirt with Huang Rong.

Being interrupted just like that, Wu Gong's eyes were full of murderous intent and he said coldly: "Did you do it?"

Monk Fan stared at Wu Gong, put his palms on his chest, called out the Buddha's name, and said softly: "Namo Amitabha, I didn't hold back my strength and broke the door of the little donor's room. Here I pray to you. The little benefactor apologized, and please forgive me.”

He sounded polite, but his tone was full of perfunctory and disdain.

Wu Gong raised his eyebrows, put a little more force on his feet, and rushed towards Fan Monk.

A disdainful smile emerged from the corner of Fan Monk's mouth.

He waved his palm slowly from top to bottom, and a faint flame burst out from his palm.

Flame knife!

The secret skill of Tantric Buddhism is to pour the power into and condense the edge of the palm, then use the internal power to release it, injuring the enemy with an inch of nothingness.

This guy is Jiumozhi!

Wu Gong couldn't avoid it, and the palms hidden behind his back expanded rapidly.

But at this moment, a ray of silver light was faster than him, and it struck Jiumozhi's palm hard.

It sounded with a crisp tinkling sound.

Jiumozhi quickly took several steps back until a great monk behind him gently put his hand on Jiumozhi's back, and he was able to stop.

"Amitabha!"

The great monk looked at Miejie who was standing in front of Wu Gong and bowed slightly: "I didn't expect Master Miejie to be here as well. The old monk is rude." As the great monk bowed, the other monks behind him also bowed. "

"Huh, who I thought it was, turned out to be the eminent monk of Tianlong Temple in Dali. Why, doesn't Tianlong Temple in Dali have to abide by the precepts? I also came to this place of fireworks and willow alleys to find joy and find ways to be happy. ?" Jue Ren looked on, but gently waved his hand at Wu Gong with his hand behind his back, signaling him not to be impulsive.

"Amitabha, it's a sin. What Master taught me is that the old monk had no choice but to break the precepts. He really had no choice. After the old monk returns, he will face the wall for three years to reflect on today's sins and Master's lesson."

"Old bald donkey, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you!"

Miejie coldly moved his gaze to Jiumozhi.

"Are you from Tibet?"

"I am Jiumozhi, the Dharma King of the Ming Dynasty of Tubo!"

"Oh? You are the newly promoted Dharma King of the Ming Dynasty. It seems that you are still inferior to the Dharma King of the previous generation, and you actually attack the young man.

It seems that there is really no one in Tubo country. "

Jiumozhi was not angry either, but bowed slightly to apologize.

There was still a dull pain in his palms.

Ever since he mastered the flaming knife, his palm has become as sharp as a sword cutting through iron.

But at this moment, there was a dull pain.

This is enough to prove that the woman in front of him is not easy to mess with, so it is better not to tit for tat.

Pictures are quick, unnecessary, and not worth it.

Miejie snorted coldly and was about to speak.

The woman in a white dress suddenly screamed.

"Yu'er!"

She threw herself at Duan Yu, who came out of the next room, and hugged him fiercely.

With tears streaming down his face, Duan Yu struggled for a while, but failed to escape from her embrace.

The man standing next to him also walked over quickly.

His face was full of excitement.

But Duan Yu was hugged tightly by the woman and couldn't move at all.

He had no idea what to do, so in the end he could only hold Duan Yu and the woman in his arms.

Wu Gong suddenly fell into a trance. He recognized this man. This man was Duan Zhengchun, who had an affair with the wife of the Ming Cult leader that night. Just because what I saw through the window that night was not very clear, I didn't recognize him at the first time.

Huang Rong slowly walked to Wu Gong's side, bent down, and said in Wu Gong's ear: "Go find your Aunt Qingluo!"

Wu Gong immediately woke up.

Li Qingluo is here!

Wu Gong walked towards the next room.

But Li Qingluo had already walked out of it, her face was ashen, and she was holding a sharp dagger in her hand.

Wu Gong walked over, held her hand, and pushed her into the room.

Li Qingluo still wanted to struggle, but she was worried that the dagger in her hand would accidentally injure the young lover in front of her.

He gritted his teeth and walked in together.

Wang Yuyan lay unconscious on the chair.

There was a light bruise on the back of the neck, which was obviously caused by Li Qingluo's hand.

It seems that she really has murderous intentions and is ready to kill Duan Zhengchun and solve her nightmare for many years.

Wu Gong closed the door.

Hugging Li Qingluo forcefully, she said, "Aunt Qingluo, please calm down. This is not the time to kill someone."

Li Qingluo was silent, but her tears couldn't stop flowing down.

At this moment, what happened to Duan Zhengchun's family of three was something she had been dreaming about for many years.

But even though he surrendered his body and heart, all he got in exchange was endless nightmares.

But fortunately, I don't have nothing now.

However, Duan Zhengchun would never let him go.

It would be cheaper to kill him.

To make him feel the pain, the pain of despair.

Only in this way can you truly get rid of the nightmare.

Li Qingluo looked down at Wu Gong in her arms and said in a hoarse voice: "Gong'er, I don't have to be impulsive, and I don't have to kill him. I want him to feel the pain. I want to take away all the pain I have suffered over the years. Let him feel it again.

I want his wife, lover, relatives, including blood and flesh and blood, to all betray him, and let him feel the nightmare I have suffered over the years. I need your help, can you? "

Wu Gong looked at the woman in front of him blankly, and reached out to smooth her slightly messy hair.

"Okay, Aunt Qingluo. But how can I help you?"

"Let's start with Dao Baifeng!"

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