Zhuge Xiaobai looked at Zhao Wuxu's upright back as he left, and the golden dice in his palm kept shaking.

He sneered.

Just now, after he was discovered by Zhao Wuhuang, he had an idea and decided to lead Zhao Wuhuang to the battlefield where Li Chunjun and Wang Junlang were fighting.

Zhao Wuhuang was also involved in Wang Junlang's situation.

Now that Zhao Wuyang has a close relationship with Lu Xiaojin, Zhao Wuyang is involved in the death of Wang Junlang. After this matter is spread, the turmoil will become bigger and bigger.

The two big forces, the Wang family and the Lu family, will be involved, and the turmoil will never stop, and detailed information about the matter will be unearthed.

He, Zhuge Xiaobai, is not afraid of being exposed to the light of day. After all, he is a businessman, and he is not a gentleman. He has never used the words "gentleman" or "doing good deeds" to describe himself.

But Yue Bufan is different. Can Yue Bufan withstand investigation? Can he withstand careful digging into his past, his character, and his conduct as a person?

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A layer of gray smoke floats in the yellow sand all over the sky, and this space is filled with a murderous atmosphere.

The sky-like white tiger statue stands not far away, looking down at the world like a living god.

Young Wang Junlang's sword had been broken into two pieces. He was kneeling on the yellow sand with disheveled hair. Blood was pouring from his mouth and nose, and his saliva was dripping down, mixing with the blood.

His eyes were a little brighter, and the shock was slowly dissipating.

He never expected that Li Chunjun would actually display his vast sword energy in the end. The sword energy was like an abyss, and the invisible sword energy penetrated his body.

He seems to be fine now, but his soul is full of cracks. These sword energies are like the scorching sun, burning him and washing away all his cultivation.

Li Chunjun did not kill him but spared his life.

But he was extremely frustrated and even more humiliated. He, Wang Junlang, was arrogant and rebellious, and regarded hypocrisy and evil as the ugliest thing in the world. But today, he was defeated at the hands of Li Chunjun, whom he had always considered a hypocritical villain.

"Why don't you kill me!" He shouted angrily, feeling severe pain in his chest and coughing violently. His energy and blood surged more and more, and he became weaker at the same time. He fell to the ground with a thud, his face covered in blood and yellow sand.

Li Chunjun was a little exhausted, with his back slightly stooped and breathing heavily, he slowly walked towards Wang Junlang, with regret in his eyes:

"You are a rare genius. You are so many years younger than me, but you have such strength, and your sword skills are even more superb.

The most important thing is that your sword is strong and pure, which is the best expression of your innocent heart and youthful spirit.

Even if a young man like you has a connection with Yue Bufan, you will never be his accomplice in all his bad deeds.

I, Li Chunjun, have acted with integrity and honesty throughout my life, worthy of heaven and earth, and worthy of myself. The person who has a blood feud with me is Yue Bufan, not you!

I don't kill innocent people."

"Ho ho ho ho..." The young man made a hoarse ho ho sound, spitting out thin yellow sand as he breathed:

"You keep saying that my brother-in-law has done all kinds of bad things, but who in the world doesn't know that he is kind, kind, and an upright gentleman?

You can't defeat him, so you slander and slander him. I think you are the one who has done all the bad things!"

Li Chunjun shook his head, his eyes full of pity. He walked slowly to the young man's side, grabbed the young man's wrist with his big hands, and tried to repair the young man's broken meridians.

The young man is innocent and is being used, and Li Chunjun cherishes his talent. The young man is not only a good man with a knife, but also a good man with a sword.

He has enmity with Yue Bufan, but he has no enmity with the boy. He has no enmity with the beast, but he has no enmity with the sword.

Wang Junlang tried his best to throw away Li Chunjun's hand and shouted angrily:

"I don't need the pretentiousness of people like you."

"So who are you? A person who doesn't think about problems on his own and doesn't distinguish between good and evil, right or wrong?" Li Chunjun sighed, sat next to the young man, and looked at the yellow sand in the sky:

"Do you know where your brother-in-law was during those years when his soul rotted after he failed to escape the tribulation?"

"He traveled around the world alone and escaped into the world of mortals to survive calamities. God cannot accept him!" There was already a pool of sticky blood and sand under the young man's body.

Li Chunjun smiled:
Chapter completed!