The Gate of Fate of the Martial Arts Leader

Wu Gong stared blankly, and after a while, he shook his head again: "You lied to me."

"Oh?"

"My younger brother, the most upright..."

Wu Jingyun smiled, noncommittal.

"You..." Wu Gongdi asked again: "Who are you?"

"Second brother." Wu Jingyun said: "It's been a long time since we met, I really didn't expect to talk face to face again under such circumstances."

"..."

"The first time I found out about you was when you entered the Yaoji Hall. I was really surprised at the time. Before I could figure out how to deal with it, you were brought here by the owner of the Nine Bread Hall."

"..."

"Because I heard that this man is very good at martial arts, so I really didn't expect it to be the second brother."

"..."

Only then did he know that the person in front of him didn't know that he was the one who was caught just now.

So, arguably, it wasn't a prepared meeting.

Wu Jingyun got up and walked down: "I didn't want you to know about me at all."

"..."

"Not at all."

"..."

"But now I feel that this is not bad."

The low-level martial artist couldn't help asking: "...Is this not bad?"

"Maybe it's God's will."

I don't understand the low martial arts.

"It's all right now." Wu Jingyun showed the kind of smile he had never seen before with a low martial arts level: "Don't worry."

"... Can you save yourself?"

Wu Jingyun stretched out his hand to shave a lock of Wu Gonglow's hair behind his ear: "There's no need to think about it—whether to continue to be a good younger brother, or to come to the truth. In other words, let the second brother go back and continue to follow me." From behind the leader of the martial arts surname Yan, he will completely tie the second brother to my side from now on."

"...?"

"It seems destined to choose the second path."

"You..." Martial Arts Low still said, "You must be a counterfeit."

"Whatever you say." Wu Jingyun walked past Wu Gongdi: "Let's go. I'll prepare a room for you."

"..." Wu Gongdi stood still.

——Seeing the leader coming out, the two envoys on the left and right who did not know when they came here took a step forward: "What did you ask?"

"I didn't ask."

"Then... which faction is Wu Qingtian a disciple of? Do you already know who he is from?"

"Whose person?" Wu Jingyun glanced at the low martial arts, and chuckled lightly: "My person."

The two envoys on the left and right glanced at the martial artist in astonishment.

The low martial arts didn't know how to react, so he didn't take any reaction.

"Is the house ready?"

"Yes." The left envoy hesitated for a moment, but still said, "I'm afraid it's not appropriate to put it in the front yard."

"What's wrong?"

"No." The left envoy shook his head: "This subordinate is talking too much."

……

——Then, Wu Gongdi was pushed and shoved, and came to a rather exquisite room.

It didn't look like a prison at all.

Wu Gong stretched out his hand and pushed the door and the window again. Not surprisingly, they were all locked.

Wu Gong sat down on the edge of the bed, his mind was in a mess.

Wu Jingyun——

No, no.

Thinking about martial arts, that person must have changed his face, or wore a human skin mask, trying to pretend to be a member of the Wu family, bluffing and deceiving in the arena.Just like when Liu Xunzhe covered his original appearance for himself, in order not to let others see through his true identity.Liu Xunzhe's disguise and mask were very successful. Since he entered the Devil's Cult, he has seen Dongfeng envoys and white board envoys at least seven or eight times, and he has never been suspected. that person.

Yes, it must be so, absolutely.

Thinking of low martial arts, unfortunately, the Demon Cult doesn't know, this low martial arts is the person who knows Wu Jingyun best.

Of course, Wu Jingyun is not the leader of the Demon Cult, and it is clear that his martial arts are low.

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with this group of people to vent his anger for Fifth Brother, he heard the door creak, and the leader of the Demon Cult opened the door and came in with a bowl in his hand.

"Second brother." The leader of the Demon Cult smiled: "You have suffered a lot of injuries, I made you some red bean soup that you like the most."

"..."

"Relax. No melamine, no bone-forming milk protein, insulin-like growth factor, aflatoxin and any other toxic substances."

"..."

"Is the second brother worried that it's genetically modified?"

Wu Gong shook his head lowly.

The Demon Cult leader handed over the spoon.

Wu Gong looked down, and finally took the bowl as if he had made up his mind, took a spoonful, hesitated for a moment, and drank it anyway.

"..."

After this mouthful, Wu Gongdi seemed to have been struck by lightning, and sat there stiffly, staring blankly at the leader of the Demon Cult.

Without paying attention to the hands, the mouth of the bowl tilted to the side, and it was about to spill out.

The leader of the Devil's Cult stretched out his hand to copy it casually, and caught it firmly.

——It was really Wu Jingyun.

Wu Gong thought to himself, this bowl of red bean soup is exactly the same as the red bean soup that Wu Jingyun made for himself in the past.

The softness and hardness of the beans and the amount of sugar are all exactly the same.

This is not something that can be pretended just by pretending.

"Second Brother," Wu Jingyun said, "You like this the most, so I often make it for you."

"..."

Wu Jingyun looked at the red beans in the bowl, and continued to talk to himself: "Red beans are the objects of longing for love."

"...?"

People with low martial arts skills also know this, but they don't understand why Wu Jingyun mentioned this.

According to legend, in ancient times, a man went out with the army, and his wife leaned against a big tree on a high mountain day and night to pray and hope, crying bitterly all the time.Every time the tears run dry, what comes out are bright red drops of blood.The blood drops turned into red beans, took root and germinated, and grew into a big tree full of red beans, which people called acacia beans.

Wu Jingyun looked at the room, and said: "This room is the place where the first leader once locked his later wife. It was here that the two got married, and they have been living here ever since."

The martial arts are low but he doesn't care about this ghost room at all, let alone the matter of the first leader and his later wife.

"Wu Jingyun..." Wu Gong asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

"I do not want to say."

"You..." Wu Gong asked lowly, "Is someone forcing you to do this?"

"Who can force me?"

"I don't believe it." Wu Gong said with certainty: "You are not such a person."

"Oh?" Wu Jingyun smiled: "Then tell me, what kind of person am I?"

"You..." Wu Gong said, "You don't have such a bad heart."

"That only shows that your understanding of me is a thousand miles away."

Even if I don't know others, but my fifth brother, I still know best."

"This way... this way is also good." Wu Jingyun dragged on a little longer: "Then don't ask so many questions, just trust me?"

"How is it possible..." Wu Gong said in a low voice: "Of course I want to know what happened to my younger brother and why he became like this... What... the leader of the Demon Cult...Wu Jingyun, tell me the ins and outs of the matter. I, brother must find a way to rescue you."

"Second brother." Wu Jingyun sighed: "Don't worry about it."

"Of course not."

"It really is like this." Wu Jingyun put the bowl of red bean porridge on the table beside him: "I knew it would be like this ten years ago."

After all, he got up and left.

Wu Gonglow was left alone to stare blankly at the bowl of red bean porridge, listening to what Wu Jingyun said just now: "Red beans are the things of longing for love."