Chapter 61 Love

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I have to say that the battle of the nine-fold strong man is like two purely destroyed demons. Wherever they pass, the earth is in a mess, all objects have collapsed, and even the same hill cannot survive. This is enough to show how powerful a strong man is, and his body is comparable to fine steel. This is definitely not crazy talk.

The smoke is so full that people can't see who stood up. If it is Xiahou Botian, I'm afraid that Nangong Xiong and Huang Feng will not be opponents together.

"Cough..." The familiar cough came, and Nangong Xiong's heart was relieved, and it was the old housekeeper who stood up. Huang Feng knew who it was at the moment when the old housekeeper stood up. Now his spiritual power is very strong, and he can feel the spiritual power of living beings at close range.

If the spiritual power is not strong, it cannot inject spiritual power into the casting machine to make the weapon have its own 'god'.

The old housekeeper waved away the smoke and dust, revealing the real situation on that side. Xiahou Botian's limbs were weak and lay on the ground. His face was dry and concave, like a fierce ghost. The evil law deprived him of his last life.

The old housekeeper kept coughing and staggering, which didn't look good. At this age, after this fierce battle, the burden on the body can be imagined. Even with the support of elixirs, it is very reluctant.

"Grandpa..." Nangong Xiong hurried forward to support him and respected Grandpa.

"This old man can't do it. Without this war, he will keep the essence of life and can still support it for a period of time. This battle overdraws all his lives. Panshe knew at a glance how the old housekeeper was doing.

Huang Feng stood aside, and the old housekeeper had already expected this battle.

"Xiong'er, I still can't hold on, but he finally died... The Nangong family can rest assured from now on..." The old housekeeper said, and his feelings have been persisting, just to prevent Xiahou Botian from taking action against the Nangong family. This heart is really valuable.

"Grandpa..." Nangong Xiong was sad. The old housekeeper paid too much for the Nangong family, only because the ancestors of the Nangong family tried their best to help the old housekeeper when he was depressed. Since then, he has taken root in the Nangong family in order to repay his kindness. This is his home and his root.

He did his best for the Nangong family, and even if he was more than 100 years old, he would stick to it. Until he killed his biggest threatening opponent, his life finally came to an end.

Do your best and be loyal. I am willing to give my whole life for the word "qing yi". However, this is not his burden, but his protection.

Huang Feng sighed and recalled his father. This is another sad scene, which makes people respect.

"Bury me in a desolate place, I am nameless, and I am also nameless after death..." The old housekeeper's voice is infinitely lonely.

"No!" Nangong Xiong roared and shook his head and said, "Grandpa, you are the grandfather of my Nangong family. Your surname is Nangong and your name is nameless. Nangong is nameless, Grandpa, I will serve you in the ancestral hall of the Nangong family and be worshipped by my descendants..."

"Good, good! From then on, I was anonymous in Nangong..." The old housekeeper ended with a smile, which made people sigh. He was an affectionate and righteous old man.

Huang Feng's plan is seamless and fight against the Xiahou family, which is almost a complete victory. The death of the old housekeeper is sudden and inevitable, which is well-counted by Huang Feng and Nangong Xiong.

Nangong Xiong came back with the old housekeeper's body in his arms. Huang Feng walked behind and had respect and sadness for the old housekeeper.

"Father, Grandpa..." Nangong Feng's voice trembled.

"Burial Grandpa with the highest etiquette." Nangong Xiong said in a low voice.

A few days later, the Nangong family was immersed in sadness, and Huang Feng sighed and cast every day.

Half a month later.

At night, Huang Feng is still immersed in the casting, which is his cultivation method.

"Who is it?" Suddenly, Huang Feng's eyes flashed, put down the work in his hand, broke the door and chased out.

A shadow flashed from the roof and fled to the distance.

Huang Feng shook his hand and threw out several hidden weapons. The shadow turned around, the cold light flashed, and several hidden weapons were shot down. Through the dim moonlight, Huang Feng saw clearly who was coming, unkempt and with one arm.

"Don't be sneaky when you come." Huang Feng was not surprised by the visitors. The person who came was the one who borrowed the knife at the beginning. If there is no accident, he is the one who killed the son of the prince's mansion.

"Thank you for your success. I'm going to turn myself in today. I will never involve you." The man with broken arms is still sloppy, with a longer beard, a red rope tied with long hair, bulging muscles, and a strong atmosphere. Holding a package in his hand, blood-stained.

"Sure enough, you killed the son of the world, Tang Long." Huang Feng pierced his identity and opened the package. The world's face full of panic appeared in front of him. Because it was whitewashed with lime, it would not rot.

"The Tang family, a large family of the Qinlong Dynasty, was confiscated and destroyed because their ancestors were framed. Later, the king felt that what happened in those years was too strange, sent a commissioner to investigate thoroughly, look for evidence, and finally confirmed that it was an injustice.

"Tang Long, is there anything wrong with what I said?" Huang Feng asked that the intelligence department of the Nangong family is still very strong, and it is easy to find these past events.

"The benefactor is wise." Tang Long was surprised at first, and then relieved that these were nothing. He had the determination to die.

"If you don't need to be a benefactor, just call me Huang Feng. You don't have to turn yourself in. I know you are an aspiring person. Why don't you follow me? Maybe you can make a difference in the future. Huang Feng talked stalkingly. According to the intelligence, Tang Long has read many military books since he was a child, and his strength is also very strong. Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to take over your own hidden weapon attack.

"But I'm a guilty person, lest I get involved..." Tang Long frowned.

"Who saw you kill the son? If you don't say it, if I don't say it, who else will know?" Huang Feng glanced at him, and the man was too straightforward.

"This..." Tang Long hesitated.

"I remember what you said when you borrowed the knife. Don't forget it." Huang Feng patted him on the shoulder. Tang Long is also a person with a story.

"Okay, as Huang Feng said." Tang Long's eyebrows flashed with firmness, and he was upright, but it did not mean that it was pedantic.

Returning to the casting room, Huang Feng threw the world's head into the furnace and left nothing behind.

The next day!

"Brother Huang, we are here as promised. Can you cast the weapons we need?" General Mo's rough voice sounded, and the servant invited him to Huangfu.

Qin Shuanger and General Mo came to pick up weapons in a month according to the agreement.

Huang Feng came out with Tang Long to greet him, "General Mo, I have cast the axe you need, and Shuang'er's spear is ready. I'm sure you will be satisfied."

Huang Feng did not talk nonsense. He directly led them to the hall where weapons were placed, and saw a long-handled broad axe and a silver gun standing in the center. The broad axe is like a mammoth charging into battle and invincible.

The long gun is also extraordinary, six feet long. It is a long dragon spitting gun. The tip of the gun is cold light. The dragon's artistic conception seems to fly all over the world, which is by no means comparable to ordinary weapons.

Qin Shuanger and General Mo were stunned, and even Tang Long was deeply shocked. This is the handwriting of the casting master.