Godly Conceited Son-in-law

When he saw the ice-cold silver dagger at Fang Lingxue's fair neck, his expression immediately sank.    

Obviously, he was angry.    

Guan Yang would never hit a woman, nor would he ever use a woman to coerce others. This had nothing to do with benefits, it was merely a moral constraint.    

Even if he really had to, Guan Yang would still be unable to finish the fight as soon as possible. After all, in his eyes, a woman was a gift from heaven.    

"I advise you to let her go, or you will suffer a terrible fate!" Guan Yang coldly snorted.    

Upon hearing this, a complacent smile appeared on the skinny bamboo shoot's face. Judging from Guan Yang's reaction, he had probably found his weak spot. Now, he could finally turn the tables against the wind.    

Skinny Bamboo's cold eyes were fixed on Guan Yang as he coldly said: "If you kneel down in front of me right now, I might consider letting you go."    

"Kneel?" Guan Yang snorted and looked at him with a disdainful look: "Since I was born in this world, aside from kneeling down to the heavens and to my parents, I have never kowtowed to anyone before me! With just a small fry like you, you actually want me to kneel down, that's simply wishful thinking! "    

"Guan Yang, you … You are courting death! "    

As he spoke, the dagger in the thin bamboo pole's hand suddenly tightened. A hint of red had already seeped out of Fang Lingxue's fair neck.    

Seeing this, Guan Yang's complexion darkened.    

"I've already told you, don't provoke me!"    

Seeing Guan Yang's embarrassment turn into anger, Skinny Bamboo's face suddenly broke out in laughter.    

"Hahaha, you …"    

Before Skinny Bamboo could finish his words, he felt a chill run down his neck. He touched his neck, but felt a warm sensation.    

"I... "Rumble."    

In that instant, the thin bamboo pole felt a wave of dizziness. From head to toe, the light green spiritual energy started to wantonly flee from his body.    

He stared at Guan Yang with a face full of despair. He didn't know how Guan Yang had managed to cut open his throat in that instant.    

"Plop!"    

After a burst of dust flew into the air, this hard and slender body had already fallen onto the ground. Soon, a large area of the ground was dyed red with blood.    

At this moment, he saw his junior suddenly die on the spot. The short wintermelon's black eyes burned with flames of anger. He stared fixedly at the woman behind his junior, wishing he could kill him with his gaze.    

"You damned woman, I want you to die with my junior brother!"    

It turned out that the one who had died was not Guan Yang, but Fang Lingyue, who was standing on the other side.    

She was also a martial arts expert at the Tongxuan realm, so it was a piece of cake for her to kill an assassin with a tense mind. Not to mention that the hostage held by this thin bamboo pole was his own little sister, and her fighting strength was at least twice as strong.    

Seeing that her little sister was fine, her tensed heart relaxed.    

At this time, the short wintermelon already full of injuries had gained strength from who knows where. The tip of his feet lightly tapped, and he suddenly shot up from the ground, charging straight towards Fang Lingyue.    

With all these movements, it was impossible to tell that he was a fatty.    

Just as he was about to succeed, a figure suddenly appeared from the side.    

"Bam!"    

With a dull thud, the short wintermelon fell to the ground once more. Guan Yang slowly withdrew his foot and gave Ye Zichen a disdainful smile with narrowed eyes.    

"A mere Tongxuan realm cultivator dares to sneak an attack on me?!" A mantis trying to block a chariot is overestimating itself! "    

Guan Yang's kick did not seem to have much strength behind it, but to the short wintermelon, it was a fatal blow.    

This simple kick had broken all of his ribs. Even his thigh had made a 180 degree turn.    

At this moment, he no longer had the strength to stand up again.    

Seeing his eighth junior brother lying on the other side of the road, tears fell from his eyes like rain.    

He knew that his days were numbered. After today, he would follow eighth brother and ninth brother.    

Guan Yang came to Fang Lingxue's side. Seeing her frightened expression, he comforted her by patting her shoulder. A faint amount of spiritual energy entered her body through her arm.    

Fang Lingxue only felt a warm current rampaging through her body. It was warm from her head to her heels. Even the tearing pain on her neck gradually disappeared.    

"Ah ~"    

Fang Lingxue could not hold it in as she muttered softly. She covered her blushing face in embarrassment and buried her head behind Fang Lingyue.    

Being both martial artists, Fang Lingyue naturally knew what secret technique Guan Yang was using. With a slight snort of reproach, she brought Fang Lingxue back to her seat.    

The Porsche engine roared as Fang Lingxue suddenly turned her head to look at Guan Yang behind her.    

"Guan Yang, that person …" Do we not care? "    

Guan Yang narrowed his eyes and helplessly looked at her. He said in a low voice, "My aunt, could you please take back your heart of a saint? He just almost took your life!"    

Fang Lingxue pursed her lips unhappily, turned around and said: "Hmph, I don't care, why are you shouting at me? It's not like I'm the one who wants him to kidnap me, I'm the victim." "What's more, I …"    

Hearing Fang Lingxue's complaints, Guan Yang helplessly waved his hand.    

Well, no matter what, you can't reason with a girl. Because, no matter what, you are not her match.    

In the driver's seat, Fang Lingyue peeked at the somewhat helpless Guan Yang through the reverse mirror, revealing a meaningful smile.    

"Boom boom boom!"    

In an instant, the Porsche became a bolt of lightning in the dark night, and then it disappeared.    

Not long after the three of them left, a large truck suddenly appeared on the road.    

The lorry driver was tired of driving, just as he was about to enter his dream. The body of the car shook violently as if it had been crushed by a stone.    

At this moment, the truck driver came to his senses.    

Following the reverse mirror, in the endless night, he could only see a pile of swarthy black stuff. He had no way of determining what it was.    

"..."    

Heavenly Master Manor.    

A few days later, Ol 'Three, who had already returned from his mission, brought bad news.    

"What!?" "Impossible!"    

The Fourth Elder suddenly slapped the table, causing the teapot and tea cup to break into pieces.    

Ol 'Three quickly lowered its head and stopped talking.    

"Fourth junior brother, calm down first." Let Ol 'Three explain in detail how he found the corpses of Ol' Five and Ol 'Eight. " The Great Elder whispered.    

The Fourth Elder suppressed the anger in her heart and turned her head away, not saying anything more. The sudden loss of two true disciples was truly heartbreaking.    

Seeing that the fourth elder had already calmed down, the third elder told the four elders the reason why he met his two senior brothers on his way back to Zheng Xin District.