Gentleman Wushuang of Douluo Continent

Chapter 200 Dreaming Back to Bai Country, Xiaohua Xiaojiu (6)

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This fresh title.

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Under Chi Wang's frightened gaze, Gui Lao Jiu raised high and then fell heavily.

At that moment, hot blood splashed on his face, and his eyes turned red after killing someone for the first time.

He ran to the pond, took out a square towel and faced himself in the water, like a child, wiping the blood on his face clumsily.

"Xiaohua has been with that stinky man for a long time, and she is also very clean. If I let him know that I got blood on my face, he will be angry."

"I have to wipe it off before he finds out. That way he won't be mad."

After a stick of incense.

He looked at the flushed cheeks in the water, and frowned. Just when he was about to take out the ointment to heal his face, waves appeared on the surface of the water.

He sat up quickly, and just as he was about to touch his cheek, drops of rain hit his face.

It turned out to be raining.

He just said it.

He's the frightening Ghost Nine!
He, how could he cry?
The sky was gloomy, and it rained heavily after a while.

Gui Laojiu sucked the pantothenic acid in his nose, and stumbled back.

Probably it was cloudy and rainy, and his head was dizzy, since he didn't know when he went in the wrong direction.

Just as he was about to reincarnate and leave, he heard a hoarse and deep voice coming from the entrance of the palace road behind him.

"I let the back-up delay for a month, and I gave you Hundred Souls, but you still failed to kill that kid. What a bunch of trash!"

Hearing this, the man in bodyguard's clothes quickly knelt on the ground and said flatteringly.

"I'm sorry, Prime Minister, please give me another chance, next time, I will definitely, definitely kill that little bastard!"

On the opposite side, the rich-faced man with an oiled paper umbrella kicked the guard to the ground when he heard those three words, and said coldly.

"Who do you say is a little bastard? That kid, no matter how bad he is, is the truth. My son, Chi Yunmu, you say he is a little bastard. Where do you put me and my wife?"

"Son..." The guard looked at the prime minister in fear. He never expected that Gui Lao Jiu, one of the top ten masters in the world, was the prime minister's son.

He hurriedly got up, kowtowed and begged for mercy, "The prime minister spares my life, the prime minister spares my life."

Chi Yunmu sneered, and pulled out the sword from the guard's waist, "Shua~", the sword rose and fell, but in an instant.

The guard blinked, and before he finished begging for mercy, he fell to the ground with a "boom~".

Hiding in the dark, Gui Laojiu clutched his aching chest and stared blankly at the person who had been the source of his nightmares for 15 years——Chi Yunmu.

I still remember that he was born by his mother, and he was the first person he and Xiao Hua saw when they opened their eyes.

The man looked at him kindly, busying himself with giving him a name.

When he was just born, he really doted on him, and for his affairs, he made a fuss, so everyone said that he was a good prime minister in the court, a good husband in the family, and a good father.

He and Xiaohua are so happy to have such a father.

However, probably the heavens could not understand them, this kind of warmth ended half a month after they were born.

I still remember that day, cloudy, thundery and rainy, and today's weather is not much different.

On that night 15 years ago, the Prime Minister's Mansion welcomed a rare and accomplished monk.

(End of this chapter)