It rained outside, and the summer rain was surprisingly cold, causing the temperature between the sky and the earth to drop a lot, and there was a bit of chill on the body.

The Wang Family Courtyard was extremely lively, and the enthusiasm of the monks who came to congratulate this rain could not stop the excitement of the Wang family.

"Friend Wang Dao, congratulations."

"Haha, with the same joy, please come in quickly, please come in."

"Oh, Senior Thousand Lao, you really made my Wang family shining when you came. Come here, come, and make a pot of spiritual tea for Senior Thousand Lao."

"Unexpectedly, even a thousand-faced Taoist came, this generation is really scary."

"That's not it. Although the Taoist with a thousand faces is a casual cultivator, they are already one of the old monsters who can stand alongside the four great ancestors. It is said that they are only one step away from the supreme being.

"It seems that the face of the Wang family is really scary now."

The Wang's compound is full of noisy, noisy, and the crowds are like a city, and it is very lively. Just the gifts given by the guests have already filled half of the compound.

"It's a pity that Wang Yu is no longer there. Otherwise, he might be married today. As the son of the prince, his pomp may be even more scary."

"Have you heard of it? It is said that Wang Yu had a marriage contract with Lan Ling'er, the number one beauty in Huangling City. What a pity..."

"Hey, only Wang Yu, the proud man of heaven, is worthy of that stunning beauty."

Lan Ling'er, who was walking into the palace compound with her father, couldn't help but frowned when she heard the whispered discussions around her, but there was not much ripple on her frosty face.

Over the past year, she has been accustomed to the rumors she heard.

"Lan City Lord, oops, rare guests, please come in." Wang Heming just walked out of the compound, he saw Lan Yutian, and hurriedly greeted him.

Although his royal family is already the number one power in Huangling City, after all, as the city owner, he has the background of the Heavenly Alliance, and his royal family is not good at neglecting it.

What's more, they almost became in-laws, and the two were considered close.

For some reason, Wang Heming suddenly came up with this thought, and inadvertently thought of his dead son, frowned.

"President Wang is polite, you and my family don't have to say two things..." Lan Yutian laughed boldly, but with a hint of disgust in his eyes, he asked his daughter to present a gift again.

"Patriarch Wang, this is my father's little thought, please accept it." Lan Linger presented the luxurious and elegant brocade box in his hand, and Wang Heming pretended to shirk it, and then accepted it with a smile. Up.

The guests were full, and after a feast, the sky outside was getting darker and darker, the clouds were overcast, and the rain was getting heavier.

The heavily guarded king's gate seemed so magnificent and graceful, but at this moment, there was a loud noise.

"boom!"

The sound was like a nine heavenly thunder, rolling in, shaking people's ears roaring, under the billowing smoke, the majestic king's gate was already in ruins.

The guards with extraordinary aura at the door have long been missing, some are just pools of blood on the ground, and there are also some **** fragments.

The heavy rain washed away the blood on the ground.

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A gray figure approached the Wang Family compound step by step. Behind him, there was an abyss-like darkness that kept tumbling. The intent of fighting overwhelmed the sky, and the ground slowly condensed a layer of frost.

Inside the high wall, the hustle and bustle of gongs, drums, and music were gone. After a moment of silence, it became extremely noisy. Shocks, roars, and calls for help made the entire courtyard suddenly become chaotic.

"Who is it! Who dares to trespass into my king's house! Asshole, I want to kill him!"

In the darkness, Wang Heming's voice was roaring continuously, echoing in the sound of rain and thunder, like an angry beast, roaring frighteningly.

Halfway through the banquet, the guests who were brewing congratulatory messages were suddenly interrupted by this shocking thunderbolt, staring blankly at the darkness at the front door of the compound, wondering what happened.

After a brief period of astonishment, there were shouts of killings, the sound of swords, gold and iron clashing, and the sound of **** houses collapsing, and a miserable scream.

Du Yuesheng walked towards the light step by step. Without taking a step, his mind always flashed through pictures uncontrollably.

It was a cute and pretty face, tilted his head and said to himself innocently, "Will you be my master? A disciple like me, you are taking advantage of it!"

"Hey, can you listen to me? If you don't understand anything like you, you should follow this girl obediently and let this girl protect you."

"Don't worry, this girl is a master of the emperor, if I take you through the rivers and lakes, that's absolutely fine!"

The words that were once ridiculous now make people burst into tears, Du Yuesheng feels that his heart has been calm for a long time, as if being taken away by something, and it is aching.

The rain stayed along his face, but there was a salty taste when it flowed to his mouth. It seemed like tears, right?

Nobody knows.

Du Yuesheng's expression was indifferent, his eyes became darker and darker, as deep as an endless abyss, and scary as if they were indifferent to ants, turning into a terrifying scene.

A flame ignited all over him, like a huge boiling wave, and rushed out in a violent roar. Amidst the screams, those who tried to stop him became ashes.

In front of him, all lives are small and pitiful, no one can get close to his body, either crawling to survive under the aura of terror, or turning into ashes in the boiling fire waves.

It was an incomparably terrifying aura, like a high god, the emperor of all things, all things can only surrender in front of him, his back is like an abyss, and his dark eyes reflect the terrible scene.

Under that momentum, the king's strong face changed, even the most honorable Taoist with a thousand faces frowned involuntarily.

"Lord God breath? Why is the Lord God breath so strong?"

Amidst the sound of doubt, Wang Heming rushed out of the hall with an anger, and greeted the figure in the rain.

"Who the **** are you?" Wang Heming's words were almost uttered word by word through gritted teeth. There was anger erupting in his eyes, and the slender eyes shot out a murderous light.

"The one who killed you."

Du Yuesheng was expressionless, looking at him as if looking at a dead person.

Wang Heming smiled, his smile was ugly, and the corners of his mouth twitched with anger.

He has lived for so many years, in this Huangling City for so many years, it is not that no one talks to him in such a tone.

It's just that those who are talking have been buried in nowhere!