Chapter 1659

"Don't hit my father... Don't hit my father..."

Qingluan, who was protected by Qingxiang in her arms, shouted that she was held tightly by Qingxiang and was not hurt at all.

In the end, Qingxiang couldn't support it. He just lay on the ground and let those martial artists punch and kick him.

Xu Xi saw that Qingxiang gave him more gas and less gas. He immediately shouted, "OK, don't fight!"

Xu Jiawu immediately stopped walking and came back. He didn't seem to care about his fight. He was the master who was loyal not long ago.

"Dad... Dad..."

Qingluan got out of Qingxiang's arms, hugged Qingxiang's bruised body and cried.

"Who will save my father! Who will save my father!"

She put her little hand over Qingxiang's mouth. For a moment, her hands were full of blood.

But the Xu family is so fierce that no one around dares to come and help.

After all, helping Qingxiang is tantamount to offending Xu Xi. No one will be so stupid.

Xu Xi walked up to Qingxiang with a fake model and smiled at qingluan: "niece, I'm not going to hurt your father. It's really your father's ignorance. In this way, as long as you promise to be my concubine, I'll find someone to save your father!"

Qingluan looked up fiercely, looked at Xu Xi with cold eyes and said, "you dream!"

The fierce look in Xu Xi's eyes made him feel cold. He couldn't help but step back, and his face suddenly filled with rage.

"What a little girl, OK, I don't believe you don't give in. I want you to watch your father die!"

After that, Xu Xi said with a grim smile: "come on, where does the little girl go and escort me to where until she bows her head!"

Xu Jiawu promised, rushed directly to qingluan and surrounded her.

Qingluan struggled to lift Qingxiang's body.

At this time, Qingxiang has entered the state of dying. His mind is greatly damaged and he is seriously injured. Even if he is a Xuanwu, he can't live.

Xu Xi said with a grim smile: "little girl, your father is dying. I'll let you watch your father's body rot a little bit!"

Qingluan clenched her silver teeth, stood up hard, carried Qingxiang's body and walked out step by step. Her eyes were full of perseverance and strength.

There is no compromise at all.

Xu Xi mercilessly bah: "little girl, when you are alone, I will ravage you again! Ha ha... You can't escape my palm..."

After that, Xu Xi looked at the main pipeline in a refreshing manner: "chief manager, I'll make you laugh. Let's continue to talk about the things behind us!"

The chief manager nodded expressionless, and then walked into Xu's house.

The little girl qingluan carried the body of her father, which was gradually becoming cold, and stepped on the bleeding footprints step by step.

The martial artist of the Xu family proudly guards around qingluan and glares at the people close to him.

The martial artists of Wandao city were photographed by the momentum of the martial artists of the Xu family. They didn't dare to approach, so they had to point at qingluan's back.

"What a poor little girl! Her family is ruined!"

"Hey, who said no, a good little princess has now become lonely. This tells us not to fight with the Xu family. There is no good result!"

"If you go on like this, you will die of fatigue sooner or later!"

In whispering, qingluan had no expression on her face. At the moment, she had restrained all her smiles and closed her heart.

Now her only wish is to bury Qingxiang.

But she came to several coffin shops. When the shopkeepers saw qingluan, they were alarmed and closed their doors.

I'm kidding. Against the Xu family, do they dislike living too easily?

In this way, one after another, qingluan didn't have much strength. At the moment, carrying Qingxiang's body is more like carrying a mountain.

"Hehe, miss qingluan, I think you'd better go from the master of the Xu family! What's wrong with those who are popular in the Xu family and drink spicy food!"

"Yes, it's meaningless for you to hold on so hard!"

"It's no problem to exchange your own body for a better life! And just a few times at most in the way of master Xu!"

A sad smile appeared on qingluan's small face.

"I can starve to death and be tired to death, but I will never sell my soul. I should have backbone and bottom line!"

Xu Jiawu looked at each other and said he didn't understand qingluan's idea at all.

"Backbone, no matter how good the bottom limit is, there is no white silver!"

"That is, if you starve to death, you have nothing. What's the use of talking about backbone?"

"You're so strong that you're dead tired if you can't get to the gate!"

At the moment, qingluan has begun to blacken. She is just an 11-year-old girl. She has a strong will to come here.

Suddenly, her feet softened, turned over to the end, and the body on her back fell down.

"Dad..."

Qingluan slowly climbed to Qingxiang's body, looked at the martial artists gathered around, and gasped: "which kind-hearted person can help bury my father, I qingluan... Willing to be a slave and a maid!"

But who dares to speak when Xu Jiawu is in front.

The world in front of qingluan became more and more blurred and dark, and her breath was weak.

At this moment, a gentle voice rang in qingluan's ear.

"You don't need to be a slave or a maid. Call me master!"

At this time, qingluan's will was dying, and subconsciously shouted the word "master".

At the moment of the master's exit, there was a whirlwind on the ground, and everyone couldn't open their eyes.

When the people opened their eyes again, there was still the figure of qingluan father and daughter.

"Hiss..."

Everyone, including the martial artists of the Xu family, took a breath of air conditioning, and there was a chilly feeling behind them.

The living man disappeared out of thin air. Is it haunted?

Just when everyone was surprised, on the central challenge arena of Wandao City, a martial artist covered his throat and fell dust. He twisted his body a few times and died.

Opposite him, Dao Wuxin slowly stood up. There was a ferocious wound on his face, and blood flowed across it.

This is left by the opponent.

What the opponent pays is his life.

"Good boy, you've won twenty-two consecutive games! You're a cruel character!"

"Although the path of the knife is scattered, it is cruel enough. The knife is decisive and the wound is exchanged for the wound!"

"This son has a tough heart. With a little training, he is an excellent killer!"

The martial artists on the challenge arena looked at the swords on the arena unintentionally and exclaimed one after another.

At this time, the figure flashed, and the second manager appeared in front of Dao Wuxin. He looked at Dao Wuxin up and down and nodded.

"I've been observing you for a long time. I haven't learned martial arts, but I've succeeded in attracting spirits. My hands and feet are rough. It seems that you come from a mountain village. What do you want to do in the challenge arena?"