Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 493: Chapter 493: Stinky Bitch



.......Xu Qian'an's expression was stiff, no longer proud, staring at the sorcerer in white.

In his mind, the red skirt and the white skirt floated away in an instant.

"Your mother is from the lineage of five hundred years ago, that is, the sister of the chosen one I am going to support now. Back then, I formed an alliance with him and helped him to ascend to the throne, and he married his sister to me. The most reliable alliance relationship in the world is first of all interests, and then marriage.

"After I married that golden branch and jade leaf, I focused on planning the Shanhaiguan Campaign to steal the national destiny of Dafeng. At the end of the Shanhaiguan Campaign, you were born."

Huh!

Xu Qian'an let out a sigh of relief, and the red and white skirts floated back.

Although he is also a descendant of the royal family of Dafeng, that was a lineage from five hundred years ago, and he has little to do with Huaiqing and Lin'an.

People with the same surname in the previous life often said: We were one family five hundred years ago..

However, if we must talk about it, Huaiqing and Lin'an are both my cousins.

Then, he had the mind to think about whether what his cheap father said was true or false.

The time point is consistent. The year I was born, in my second uncle's memory, he and Xu Dalang fought in Shanhaiguan, so my aunt and my biological mother took care of me for a long time......

Xu Qian'an was stunned, realized that something was wrong, and asked in a deep voice: "She, why did she give birth to me in the capital?"

While speaking, his face turned pale, and he felt that something in his body was turbulent, trying hard to resist something.

At the same time, the warrior's instinct was frantically warning, and there was still no specific picture, but the fear from the heart made him feel like a child walking on a tightrope, and he would fall at any time and be smashed to pieces.

This made Xu Qian'an realize that the white-robed magician had reached a critical moment in refining the luck. If successful, this luck would belong to others and would have nothing to do with him.

And he would also leave with this luck that was entangled with his life, and die.

For his son's upcoming experience, the white-robed magician had no joy or sadness, and his tone was as calm as ever:

"Your biological mother secretly went to the capital while I was away, and gave birth to you there. I didn't know about this until I stole the luck."

"Why?"

Blood was flowing out of Xu Qian'an's mouth and nose, and he looked at him deeply.

The white-robed sorcerer's tone was not fluctuating:

"You were born to contain luck and be used as a container. This is not only a game between me and that lineage, but also because the time is not right. Before the rebellion, it is not appropriate to implant luck into the body of that lineage of the royal family.

"Your biological mother is a very scheming woman. She appears to be submissive and willing to give everything for the rise of the family, but that is a disguise. You are her first child? She can't bear to see you die? So she fled to the capital and gave birth to you.

"Jianzheng is in the capital, he will be your biggest umbrella of protection."

So that's it......Xu Qian'an sighed? No more doubts.

I don't know why, what I think of at this moment is the old man Jianzheng.

The most miserable lonely old man in Dafeng.

"So? Ji Qian is still my cousin?"

Xu Qian'an asked. The blood from his nose flowed to the edge of his mouth. He wanted to wipe it off, but he couldn't move.

"Yes!"

The white-robed sorcerer nodded.

Good kill, my cousin deserves to die. Well, this is not what I said. This is what a famous writer

in his previous life said... He complained in his heart to relieve his anxiety.

"Is this your backup plan?"

At this time, the white-robed sorcerer suddenly said.

Outside the valley, Dean Zhao Shou brought Xu Pingzhi and came in the air.

"You are really here? You are really here......"

Uncle Xu's voice was sharp, his expression was sad and fierce, and his eyes were red.

The white-robed sorcerer didn't look at him, and said softly:

"When I was young, I often brought him here to show him my formation. This is our secret base. Later, the formation here became more and more perfect and powerful, and it condensed my half-life efforts.

"But it's also a disguised tail that I can't give up. This place is not safe, because besides me, Erlang also knows. You guessed it right, when I appear in public, the art of shielding the secrets will be broken by itself. Erlang will remember me again.

"That's why I deliberately blocked your existence, so that his memory will be confused again."

But you didn't expect that I had already seen through the mystery of the art of shielding the secrets... Xu Qian'an had no expression on his face.

Second Uncle Xu hit his head on the Qi Realm, his head was broken and bleeding, and he roared:

"Xu Pingfeng, you are worse than pigs and dogs, he is your son, my nephew, even a tiger doesn't eat its own cubs, what are you doing?"

The muscles on his face were twisted, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, looking quite ferocious.

It was the first time that Xu Qian'an saw his second uncle so angry.

The white-robed sorcerer said lightly: "This is a matter between us father and son, and I gave him this life."

Bang!

Xu Pingzhi punched the Qi Realm, like an old beast that was provoked, ferocious and fierce:

"Father and son? Are you worthy! Are you worthy of being his father? He is the son of my Xu family, and I raised him. You want to kill him, have you asked me, and did I agree? If you open this damn formation, I will kill you, kill you!! "

He punched the Qi Realm again and again, and his fists were bleeding.

Second uncle... Xu Qian'an watched silently, watching a middle-aged man go crazy.

Xu Pingzhi was submissive at home and slick outside. The murderous spirit he had trained on

the battlefield had long been wiped out in the officialdom.

But no matter how submissive a man is, if his child is in danger, he will not hesitate to punch

hard.

Even if he is facing an elephant.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The white-robed sorcerer retracted his gaze, glanced at Xu Qian'an, and raised the corner of

his mouth:

"But it's too late!"

He pulled hard, pulling out the luck that ordinary people couldn't see from Xu Qiyan's head

little by little.

During this process, Xu Qiyan's body was constantly cracked, bleeding, and bleeding from his mouth and nose. He screamed in pain.

The roar of his nephew was like a heavy hammer hitting Xu Pingzhi's heart, shaking him all

over.

The old man suddenly didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. He knelt down next to the Qi realm and begged bitterly:

"Don't kill him, brother, please, don't kill him, he is the child I raised, my child, please don't

kill him......

"I raised him for twenty-one years, you can't do this, you really can't do this... Brother, it seems that for the sake of the past, you should give him back to me."

The white-robed sorcerer was heartless, turned a blind eye, and pulled out the luck on his

own.

"Back off!"

Zhao Shou waved his sleeves and waved away Uncle Xu. Then, he put on a Confucian cap and held a carving knife in his right hand.

The Confucian cap and the carving knife were filled with clear energy, echoing each other.

Zhao Shou held the carving knife and stabbed it. With the blessing of the sub-sage Confucian cap and the third-rank Confucian, the carving knife burst into a clear light that soared into the sky. The great formation that the white-robed sorcerer had spent more than 30 years to set up

was instantly broken.

The outermost layer of the Qi realm collapsed and could no longer prevent outsiders from

entering.

"The Qi and Luck are not allowed to be removed here."

Zhao Shou announced.

But this time, the Confucian's words and laws were ineffective.

The white-robed sorcerer's removal was hindered, but he soon got rid of the effect of words

and laws.

"The laws of heaven and earth here are different from those in the outside world. If you Confucians want to dominate in my "world", you have to ask me if I agree."

The white-robed sorcerer said "Hey" and was full of confidence.

Zhao Shou took a step forward and thrust out the Confucian Sage's carving knife again. The

sub-sage Confucian cap sprinkled a water-wave-like clear light, which was added to the

carving knife.

Zhao Shou said: "Break the formation!"

The power of the words was added to the carving knife.

Since you changed the rules, I can also break the formation.

The knife seemed to have turned into the scorching sun, and the clear light was so dense that

it was almost blazing white. It advanced quickly, accompanied by the collapse of layers of

formations.

This peerless formation composed of 108 formations could not stop a third-grade Confucian wearing a Confucian cap and holding a carving knife.

Even if the master of the formation was a second-grade sorcerer.

But for the white-clothed sorcerer, it was expected that he could not stop the third-grade Confucian with full firepower. What he wanted was still to delay time, because most of Xu Qian'an's luck had been taken away.

At this moment, a knife light filled with murderous intent emerged from the void, shattering

one formation rune after another.

The sword intent is unparalleled.

The white-robed sorcerer pressed his free hand, and a certain array pattern lit up, forming an

air wall to block the sword light.

The sword light chopped on the air wall, like a mud cow entering the sea, and disappeared.

Teleport!

He teleported the sword light away.

"Teleportation is prohibited here."

Zhao Shou calmly gave a countermeasure. As the array collapsed, the power of Confucianism

further invaded this place.

The void suddenly boiled, and one after another unparalleled sword intent emerged,

unstoppable, destroying the array pattern.

This made it easier for Zhao Shou to advance. When he was about to rush to the front,

suddenly, the corpse of the old man Tiangu, the eyes without eyeballs, only white eyes, lit up

faintly.

Zhao Shou lost his target all of a sudden. He stood blankly, and the front was empty, without Xu Qian'an and the white-robed sorcerer.

This is a "unknown" method. It hides Xu Qian'an and the white-robed sorcerer to delay time. Zhao Shou frowned, raised his hand, and flicked the Confucian cap.

The Confucian cap trembled, and a clear light like water waves rippled. In the dark, a power

that enveloped Zhao Shou was washed away, and the figures of Xu Qiyan and the white-robed

magician appeared again.

"Enough!"

The white-robed magician smiled, and he had completely refined the luck in Xu Qiyan's body.

"I didn't know that my second uncle knew this place."

At this time, he heard Xu Qiyan whispered.

The white-robed magician frowned, and there was no despair and fear on his face, but

calmness.

Xu Qiyan continued: "So, my real way to save my life is not Zhao Shou and the ancestors of the

Wulin League, at least I don't completely pin my hopes on them."

After a pause, he showed a happy smile on his face: "Do you really think the supervisor does

nothing?"

"Stinky woman, what are you waiting for!"

He roared.

As soon as he finished speaking, illusory, furry fox tails grew out behind Xu Qian'an, like a

peacock spreading its tail, beautiful and terrifying.