There are millions of people in the Beimang Jianghu, and there aren't many who are more worthy of being called a devil than me, Xie Ling.
After Murong Jiangshen got the promise from Xie Ling's eyes, he walked to the table that looked like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. He put his hand near Murong Zhangtai's nose and let out a sigh of relief after making sure that he was breathing. If his cousin, whom the family had high hopes for, died here, he would be in deep trouble when he went back. He might even be beaten into a cripple by his tyrannical father. The Murong Clan had always worshipped martial arts since ancient times. Being brave and good at fighting was nothing to them. Only a talented scholar like his cousin Murong Zhangtai could stand out in the imperial court. The emperor was very happy to see Murong Zhangtai standing out in the imperial court with his true talent. Murong Jiangshen's family was a branch of the Murong Clan, so he had to be careful. Xie Ling, who was hiding in the city, was the noble that he and his family wanted to rope in after finding out about his secret identity. He was just a stepping stone to show off his power to those scoundrels who died outside the inn.
Seeing that Xie Ling didn't speak, Murong Jiangshen wasn't in a hurry to speak either. He was calculating if he had given enough bargaining chips. Tao Qianzhi's widow must be taken away. It wasn't as simple as his cousin Murong Zhangtai coveting her beauty, but it was driven by his family's interests. The two capitals and the four prefectures in the north and south were confronting each other like tortoises entangling snakes. This was also a scene that the emperor, who had the Art of Restraint, was happy to see. North Didi City was the Beimang Imperial Court that the Liyang Dynasty talked about. South Yanjing had absorbed a lot of people from the eight kingdoms. Each of them controlled two prefectures and were independent of the eight prefectures. When the North Imperial Court Official and the South Imperial Court Official met, it would be a scene of the north using force and the south using words. Naturally, the Murong Clan was a strong pillar of the North Imperial Court Official. However, they had gradually infiltrated into Gusai and Longyuan prefectures over the years and were suspected of poaching. Fatty Dong and Tao Qianzhi were the pillars of the South Imperial Court Official. Back in Gusai Prefecture, they had given Murong Jiangshen and the other nobles a hard time. To the Murong Clan, this wasn't just a small matter of face. Under the premise of not touching the emperor's bottom line, they spared no effort to keep each other at bay.
Just like this time, when Tao Qianzhi suddenly died, the Beimang Empress was naturally enraged. However, if Murong Jiangshen had only humiliated Tao Qianzhi's woman, the far-sighted Empress wouldn't care about such trivial matters. The officials of the Southern Imperial Court had also suffered many such grievances in the past twenty years. Perhaps even Fatty Dong wouldn't shed all pretense of cordiality. This kind of imperceptible and extremely disgusting act of slandering the morale of the Southern Imperial Court was something that the Murong Clan's descendants could easily do. After the matter was settled, the Imperial City would receive a large number of cheers and applause, and the elders of the clan would also feel proud. As for Tao Qianzhi's delicate and tender wife, after cousin got tired of playing with her, she would definitely be passed around the circle of nobles in the Imperial City. It was inevitable that she would be reduced to a broken shoe that everyone would step on and wear. Cousin would also be able to take advantage of this situation to take a step closer to the core of the circle. After all, in the Imperial City, it wasn't difficult to buy a beautiful woman with money. However, if it was the wife of a Chong Regent, then it would be rare.
Both sides had their own plans. Murong Jiangshen wanted to snatch a woman to pave the way for the Imperial City. If he couldn't get this unsmiling demonic hero to help him, then it wouldn't matter. When he returned to the clan, he would ask the elders to pay him a visit. He didn't believe that there would be a man who wasn't interested in a high position and a beautiful woman.
As for Xie Ling, he couldn't figure out the identity of that swordsman. If he died, then everyone would be happy. If he didn't die, then Xie Ling would secretly silence him. A pair of exquisite and exquisite heart and liver was the greatest tonic to him. It was better than a hundred pairs of vulgar hearts and livers. Just like what his wife had said upstairs, this kind of tonic was a million times more precious than bird's nest and shark's fin. Even if it was the disciple of the Imperial Preceptor of the Taoist Saint in the Imperial City, if he was unlucky enough to come to the Death's Gate, he would also die!
Xie Ling suddenly turned his head and looked towards the stairs on the second floor. His killing intent soared.
Murong Jiangshen was also shocked.
A young man with a saber was holding two heads dripping with blood.
Xu Fengnian threw out a head first. "This head is a gift to the Duck Head Green Inn. Please accept it as a token of my respect."
Xie Ling held the head, his eyes were red and he gritted his teeth.
Hsu Fengnian threw the other head to Murong Jiangshen who had gone through a lot of trouble and said calmly, "This one is for the Beimang Murong Clan, please accept it."
Murong Jiangshen didn't take the head and let it roll beside his feet. His face was gloomy and terrifying.
The devil Xie Ling hugged the head and put it on his chest. He raised his head and let out an ear-piercing roar. The beams of the room trembled and dust fell.
Xu Fengnian said calmly, "Although the two women were courting death, the one with the bigger head was the one with the bigger head. But compared to them, their deaths were more aggrieved. They were probably still wondering how they died when I chopped off their heads. As for the one beside Murong Jiangshen's feet, she died in vain. After knowing that even if she walked out of the inn alive, her life would be worse than death, she used her own life to exchange for a life. That's all, what do you want to say? Do you want to die too? "
Murong Jiangshen didn't even need to give the order, as the bloodthirsty pawn had already leaped into the sky, bent its body and smashed towards the arrogant boy.
Xie Ling didn't even look at the battlefield. His eyes were filled with tears. He lowered his head and kissed his wife's forehead. Then he wiped the tears from her eyes.
She once said, "Hey, old ghost, so be it if you lose. It's not shameful to lose to Luoyang. Why don't we farm and raise chickens and ducks? Isn't it good to die together?" He didn't agree, saying that he wanted to fight Luo Yang to the death again. These years, he had been crazily killing people, stealing hearts and eating livers. He didn't look like a human anymore, but she never despised him.
She thought that she wouldn't be able to defeat Luo Yang in this lifetime and would die with everlasting regret. Why did you die first? '
She said that if there really came a day when he was just a hair away from defeating that high and mighty Luoyang, then he would peel open her chest and eat her heart and liver.
Xie Ling's tears turned into tears of blood.
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