Facing Xiao Guizi's body, I felt regretful. This time I was really too frustrated. I have always been relying on my foresight in some things and have the advantage of everything. I arranged strategies and traps to deal with Qiu Qianren, Ouyang Feng and others. I had a smooth life and asked Ouyang Feng to eat turtles several times. This allowed me to subconsciously see Ouyang Feng's strength. Now that Ouyang Feng's small trick of luring the tiger away from the mountain made me suffer a huge loss. Not only did I steal my baby daughter, but I also took one of my fucking brothers.

To be honest, I have always thought that in addition to the fact that he grew up with me and felt a little incense, there is also a large part of the reason why I took in Xiao Guizi in my hands because I wanted Xiao Guizi to become the sword in my hand. With this utilitarian idea, I gave Xiao Guizi the innate skills that Master Yideng revised. But now that Xiao Guizi was in front of me, I found that I was not as utilitarian as I imagined. A kind of sadness of losing my younger brother filled my chest, making my tears flow down my cheeks.

I have always believed in the creed of men not crying. Since I could control my tear glands, tears had already withdrawn from my life, but now I cry and can't stop it. My blurred eyes can't even see the little Guizi in front of me. Although there are no outsiders in the room, except my wife, my elder brother, I still feel that crying in public makes me embarrassed and not a man.

My weakness played an unexpected role. Huang Rong, who had been crying since she woke up from a coma, calmed down and knelt next to me silently. While putting her soft little hand on the palm of my hand, she supported me. While stretching out her fingers to hold on to Xiao Guizi's wrist, she wanted to see if Xiao Guizi was still saved. I thought to myself that although Xiao Guizi had only been practicing martial arts for a year, her internal strength increased rapidly by following the special mental method. She might not be able to hold on for a while longer than ordinary people. She immediately ignored her tears and hurriedly pressed her ears against Xiao Guizi's left chest, wanting to hear her heartbeat.

The original glimmer of hope was still shattered, and Xiao Guizi had no rest in her chest. Huang Rong sighed from the side and said softly: "Brother Kang, Xiao Guizi has no pulse at all, and she has even become cold. Let's prepare for his funeral."

I also know that Xiao Guizi is helpless. Although the old naughty boy is crazy on weekdays, his martial arts knowledge is Chu Qiao in the martial arts world. When he sees Xiao Guizi, he cannot help but rescue him. Now I hear Xiao Guizi's heartbeat, but I just hold a little unrealistic fantasy.

There was still a lot of blood in Xiao Guizi's mouth and nose, but there was no pain on her face. It was obviously because of the old poison. I tore off a piece of clothes, wiped the blood in Xiao Guizi's mouth and nose clean, and then reached out to straighten Xiao Guizi's neckline. Suddenly, I found a corner of a piece of paper on Xiao Guizi's chest. I reached out to pull out the paper, and a small pill fell into my palm.

This is a letter Ouyang Feng wrote to me. The letter clearly shows a carriage and horse, and I directly asked me to use the translation of the mantra of the Nine Yin Scriptures to exchange for my daughter. The pill attached was an antidote for snake venom. It was also helpless to say that I was hurting the three of them. I snorted coldly and handed the letter to Huang Rong beside me, looking at the pill in my palm and browsed slightly.

Huang Rong read the letter and pondered for a while. She said slowly: "Brother Kang, it's best not to take this old poison medicine. Now Baoer has fallen into his hands, I'm afraid..."

I nodded, threw the pills in my hand out the door, and said coldly: "Yes, you can't eat anything from old poisons. What can I do if I just have a little snake venom?" As I said that, I raised a complete teacup from the ground and sat in front of Rongrong who was still unconscious. Rongrong had eaten Wuchang Pills and Jiuhua Yulu Pills, and I sucked most of the poison out. In addition, the old naughty boy helped to use his skills to force the poison. There was no black air on his forehead. He had not yet woken up, but there was still a trace of poison.

I used my fingers like the wind, cut a bloody mouth on the blood vessels of my arm, and used a teacup to collect three cups of blood, which poured into Rongrong's mouth. Huang Rong frowned slightly, and quickly tore off her clothes to bandage the wound. Obviously, she didn't understand why I was feeding Rongrong to drink blood. I smiled slightly and said, "Rong'er, I stole the old thing Liang Ziweng, a medicine snake, and later I drank the medicinal wine from the Five Poisons Cult, so I am not only not afraid of snake venom, but my blood can also detoxify."

After Rongrong drank three cups of hot blood, her pale face gradually became rosy and her breathing gradually stabilized. On the other side, Hongxiu got help from Mochou and controlled her injuries. Although her expression was still a little confused, it was nothing serious.

After reading the letter left by Ouyang Feng, the old naughty boy slid out with his head down, because this time Baoer was robbed has a lot to do with his courage and fighting. Ouyang Feng said it clearly in the book that he heard that the old naughty boy suddenly practiced a new martial arts. He was curious and peeked at the Taihu Lake for more than ten days. After seeing the old naughty boy's Tai Chi many times, he guessed that the spell in the "Nine Yin Scriptures" was unraveled by the old naughty boy, so he decided to take Baoer away. It can be said that if the old naughty boy had not played Tai Chi all day long and beat people everywhere, he would not have caused old poisons. But at this point, I didn't have the intention to care about these things. Let Mo Chou accompany Rongrong and Hongxiu to prevent their injuries from repeating. Huang Rong and I went out to send Binrong who was congratulating him, arranged for the Beggars' Gang disciples to search for Ouyang Feng's whereabouts, and asked the butler Xu Li to prepare for Xiao Guizi's funeral.

After a busy trip, all the Hekes were sent away. Although many martial arts heroes who congratulated each other wanted to make efforts, I politely declined them one by one. Now, I am no longer as good as that day. After receiving the friendly sponsorship of Qiu Qianren, although my experience in facing the enemy needs to be improved, if I really fight head-on, I will definitely be able to compete with the old poison. Moreover, my heart and soul are still in the hands of the old poison, so I don’t want to drive the dog into the poor alley. Ouyang Feng jumps over the wall at that time, which is not good for Baoer. Huang Rong and I have no place to cry.

At the same time, the four elders of the Beggars' Sect personally led the team and searched for Ouyang Feng's whereabouts overnight. The Beggars' Sect is known as the world's gang, which is exaggerated to say that millions of gangs are crowded, but there are always more than 100,000 people. It is easy to find someone. I believe that news will come in a few days. Besides, even if I don't go to Ouyang Feng, that old poison will come to me for the "Nine Yin Scriptures".

As for Qiu Qianren, who has become a useless man, I don’t know if he really regrets it, but even if he wants to take revenge, he is powerless. Anyway, Yinggu, who has a deep hatred with him, doesn’t want to kill him, so I went with the flow and sent two Beggar Gang disciples to send Qiu Qianren back to Tie Zhangfeng. As for whether those guys Tie Zhangfeng still recognize him as the leader, it is not what I have to consider.

It was already midnight when I got ready for Xiao Guizi's mourning hall. Because the incident happened suddenly, and I would set off to chase Ouyang Feng tomorrow morning, so I could not send Xiao Guizi according to the rules, so I could only ask a few maids and servants to help me burn more paper money, and the whole mourning hall seemed deserted.

Huang Rong and I sat side by side on the cushion. Huang Rong was a little tired from crying because she was worried about her daughter and leaned on my shoulder and felt drowsy. I threw the yellow paper into the brazier one by one, staring at the flames in the basin, and my mind was filled with the scenes of making a fuss with Xiao Guizi in Shangjing Palace back then.

I was in a state of ecstasy. A gust of wind blew, and the candles in the entire mourning hall were blown and dark, and the white curtains were floating in the wind. The paper-burning maids all looked pale and their teeth were fighting. If I hadn't been taken into account as the young master, I would have dispersed.

Huang Rong beside her had a cold war and was woken up by the gust of wind. She didn't care about the presence of others and hurriedly leaned against me and held my hand tightly. Although I didn't believe in any ghosts, I felt a little scared by this scene. I patted Huang Rong's hand and said loudly: "Little Guizi, my brother won't let you die in vain. Sooner or later, one day, my brother will use Ouyang Feng's head to commemorate you."

As soon as I finished speaking, the gust of wind stopped immediately, and even I was secretly amazed. Could it be that Xiao Guizi had come back just now? Before I could let go of my heart, the coffin behind the mourning hall made a soft sound. Although the sound was very small, it seemed particularly harsh in the silent mourning hall. The maids of the servants looked at each other and couldn't make a sound for a long time, but each of them looked pale. I was about to say that there were just rats, but the coffin made two "crystals" sounds, and then there was another cool breeze. The maids of the servants completely collapsed. They didn't care that I, the young master, were still there, shouted and rushed out of the mourning hall.

Huang Rong was also scared to death. She exclaimed and wanted to run out with my hand. Although I felt so angry, I felt that if I just ran out like this, it would be okay to be haunted. If it was just a false alarm, the man would throw it out of Taihu Lake. He hid Huang Rong behind him and said angrily, "Little Guizi, what's the matter with you? If you are worried about Brother helping you revenge, you can go find the old poison. What's the point of chirping there?"

It would be fine if I didn't say this. As soon as I said it, the coffin burst out slightly, and the sound became louder and louder, as if I was stir-frying a large pot of soybeans there. Huang Rong held my hand tightly and said in a trembling voice: "Kang, Brother Kang, this is not a fraud, a zombie?"

Now my back is also cold and my legs are trembling, but I still force myself to keep myself from turning around and running away. I smiled and said, "Rong'er, don't be afraid. With me, I can't hurt you." I turned around and shouted to the coffin, "Little Guizi, what do you want to do, hurry up, don't be there for mother-in-law." I said it was tough, but my right hand had already put on the soft sword around my waist. Now I made up my mind. No matter what popped out, the young master would slash over with a sword. Let's start first.

Before he finished speaking, the sound of fried bean-like bursting on the coffin stopped, followed by a loud "slam" sound, and the entire coffin cracked into several pieces and collapsed completely on the ground. Now I felt my hair standing up all over my body. Without thinking, I pulled out the soft sword from my waist, threw Huang Rong out of the door, jumped over and waved the sword, and stabbed straight towards the coffin.
Chapter completed!