Rebirth of the tyrant love husband

Everyone saw that Gu Wanqing was silent, their eyes were full of horror, they all stood up and retreated with their swords until they exited the vermilion iron gate.

"Gu Wanqing, if you have the guts, put away the flute and fight alone with me. If I lose, I am willing to let you deal with it! Now you are holding this broken flute and taking advantage of others, what kind of gentleman are you? "

Now in the middle of the wide bluestone road, only Xie Qinghuan is left with a purple sword in his hand.

Gu Wanqing looked up at him and sneered: "I'm not a gentleman in the first place, and even if I beat you alone today, you guys won't admit that I am a gentleman, right?"

Xie Qinghuan seemed to have been told something, her pale face instantly turned blue-gray.

Gu Wanqing ignored him, slowly closed his eyes, slightly closed his lips, and pressed the blow hole of the jade flute close to the gap between his lips, and the black mist around the jade flute spread on his face.

"Master Gu, look quickly!" A sharp, panting voice suddenly reached his ears, "That big devil is about to move this place..."

Gu Wanqing opened his eyes, and a long figure in the distance came into his eyes.

Wearing a black robe, the tall black hair fluttered and fluttered in the breeze, and his handsome face was full of arrogance.

"Master Gu, don't act rashly, my immortal is still inside." Nie Xiu stepped forward, raised his sword to stop Gu Qianye who was about to cross the threshold.

"It's okay, the elders from all walks of life are at the foot of the mountain, and they have already laid down the nine formations."

"But..." Before Nie Xiu finished speaking, Gu Qianye had already stepped across the threshold.

"Gu Wanqing," Gu Qianye slowly walked up the broad bluestone road, and walked in the direction of Gu Wanqing, "If you had a new life, would you still kill Gu Zhao and Li Xiulan?"

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Gu Wanqing took Xiao from his lips, and looked at Gu Qianye who was gradually approaching him, with a chill in his eyes.

"Why do you have to let them die?" Gu Qianye stopped ten steps away from Gu Wanqing.

"After Li Xiulan died, have you ever been happy?" Gu Wanqing asked without answering.

"Never." Gu Qianye replied.

The bright sunshine fell on Gu Wanqing's shoulders, he remained expressionless for a while, and took out a crumpled portrait from his arms.

"I'm the same as you. I've never been happy after the woman in this painting died." He paused looking at the wrinkled portrait. Women are killing them."

"Why didn't you kill me along with me?" Gu Qianye looked at the woman in the portrait, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"I, Gu Wanqing, never kill innocent people."

"Really?" Gu Qianye held an unpredictable smile on his lips, "You are not afraid that I will take revenge on you."

"Heh... Mo Mingfeng raised a child who will not be afraid of people seeking revenge."

"Okay... I have nothing to say..." Gu Qianye looked up at the sky, and then let out a long breath, "The elders from all walks of life at the foot of the mountain asked me to persuade you to stop, although, I hate you, But now I think there is nothing wrong with what you have done, you... just do it."

"You're crazy, Gu Qianye!" Xie Qinghuan behind him had a look of disbelief, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Shen Yan stood behind the luxuriant sycamore tree, looking at the two people who had almost the same appearance and movements from a distance.

I thought the two of them had something to say, but Gu Wanqing suddenly blew the jade flute in his hand.

The sound of the flute was sharp and piercing, like a ghost crying.

Accompanied by the sound of the flute, clusters of black mist flew out of the flute immediately, deep, thick, surging, tumbling, spreading and spreading over everyone's heads.

Panic surrounds everyone, everyone uses their abilities and raises their swords to do tricks, but no matter what, they can't swing them away, they can't tear them apart, and they can't cut through the black mist, even the formations set up by the elders from all walks of life can't stop them.

The thick black fog stretched down the mountain like a black streamer, and spread to the villages and markets below the mountain...

Shen Yan didn't expect that Gu Wanqing really blew the magic flute, and hurriedly raised her feet to stop the disaster, but found that her hands and feet were so weak that she couldn't move at all.