Chapter 583 (2/2)

The squatting monk raised Gu Xinglang's chin and wiped the blood on the corner of Gu Xinglang's mouth with his fingers. The young man seems to be good at martial arts. I don't know why the host should explain again and again. He wants to see a living Gu Xinglang. With some strength, Gu Xinglang pressed his fingers around the corner of his mouth. Half of Gu Xinglang's face was twisted by the monk. Then the monk found that his men moved.

”Oh?” The monk was a little surprised. Can the boy wake up so soon?

”What's the matter?” The standing monk immediately asked.

”No...” the monk just said a word and didn't speak again.

Gu Xinglang raised his head with blood red in his eyes.

Facing Gu Xinglang, the monk was immediately surprised, and his subordinates consciously wanted to cut Gu Xinglang's neck.

”What's the matter?” The standing monk felt that the situation was wrong and asked again. Then he saw his companion fall back and fly out sideways.

The monk was shocked and waved his palm at Gu Xinglang who was still sitting on the ground.

In the dark, the headmen heard screams in the stone house, which made the headmen more silent.

”You,” the monk was choked by Gu Xinglang. Looking at Gu Xinglang's blood red eyes, he suddenly thought of something. He broke his hands, and Gu Xinglang pinched his throat, struggling to speak.

Gu Xinglang looked at the monk who was dying in his hand. A slight smile gradually appeared at the corners of his mouth, and two words came out of his mouth: ”Damn it.”

The monk shook his head at Gu Xinglang and tried his best to open his mouth. It seemed that he wanted to say something to Gu Xinglang.

Gu Xinglang grabbed the monk's left arm, and the flesh and blood grown body was torn like a piece of paper on Gu Xinglang's hand. The monk was torn into pieces by Gu Xinglang before he even screamed.

Another monk woke up from a brief coma and saw his companion torn alive by Gu Xinglang's single hand.

The scene was so terrible that the monk was stunned on the ground.

Gu Xinglang threw away the head with the ring scar left in his hand and turned to look at the monk sitting on the ground.

The monk suddenly jumped up from the ground and flew to the door.

Seeing that his hand touched the door of the stone house, the monk had a feeling of survival. At this time, Gu Xinglang's hand stained with blood pressed on the door of the stone house. The monk turned his head and the right pair of blood red eyes.

Jiang Zhuojun hurried to the master and looked at the man who could doze off standing. Jiang Zhuojun shook his head and shouted, ”Xiong Xiong!” The master rushed forward, opened his eyes and saw Jiang Zhuojun standing beside him. The master woke up and said, ”general Xiaojiang, why are you here?” Jiang Zhuojun said, ”I'm not at ease. Come and have a look. Lao Tang told me that your son-in-law is alone in the house?” The master said, ”my princess didn't come back, and the son-in-law was angry. At the moment, he probably took it out on those people.” Jiang Zhuojun looked at the stone house not far from him. Because the door was tightly closed, he couldn't see the light in the house. ”How long has Qinghui gone in?” Jiang Zhuojun asked the master. The master said, ”it won't be long, general Xiaojiang. Let's wait.”“ You should persuade him to have a rest, ”said Jiang Zhuojun to the master.” what can he do now? ”“ My God, ”said the leader,” general Xiaojiang, you can't even persuade my son-in-law. I'm obedient. Can I persuade him? ” Jiang Zhuojun sighed. The master said, ”it's no use persuading anyone now. When my princess comes back with the eldest young master, the son-in-law will be all right.” Jiang Zhuojun waited for a moment under the eaves of this half inverted and half upright house, watching a burnt beam and wood drift to the lower part of the village. The leader asked, ”general Xiaojiang, when will the rain stop?” Jiang Zhuojun shook his head. The climate in Miao land is changeable. The rain may last for many days“ You said, ”what is the young master of my family doing in the Miao field?” The master asked again. Jiang Zhuojun shook his head and walked to the stone house. Even if Gu Xinglang wanted to vent his anger, he should be angry enough for such a long time.