"Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Gong Ao's words were like a sword, and he directly asked Wang Dong to choose a way to die himself.

But his tone does not give people a sense of arrogance, it is a natural way to tell a fact, as if his words have determined the other party's fate.

"This kid violated Young Master Ao's taboo, he is dead!"

"The dragon has a scale, and you will be angry when you touch it! Young Master Ao's scale is his woman. If this kid hurts Young Master Ao's woman, he may die miserably!"

"It's not that I'm afraid, but that I'll die miserably."

"Once there was a young master from a noble family who was not very eye-catching teasing Mr. Ao's woman, and the next day he was destroyed by Mr. Ao's whole family. The eldest master of the noble family was also broken and his tendons were still begging for food on the street..."

Many warriors present were very dissatisfied with Wang Dong.

Wang Dong smiled and said, "Do you want to kill me?"

Gong Ao did not answer, but said lightly: "I don't like someone standing on a high place to talk to me. If you don't want to die too ugly, it's better to get out now."

Cui Ting also recognized Wang Dong. In the battle of Dingzhou Martial Arts, she was defeated by three whips, leaving a deep impression on her.

She didn't expect to meet Wang Dong again, and she didn't expect the other party to take action with justice.

"He was a mistake without any intention, and I hope the young master will show mercy." Cui Ting pleaded.

"Hmm?" Gong Ao narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Cui Ting: "Are you pleading for this person?"

Cui Ting immediately felt a surge of pressure coming. Before she could speak, a beautiful maid came quickly and walked towards Gong Ao and whispered: "Tianmu Mountain Yinfeng Ghost Grandma has arrived!"

Gong Ao's expression turned upright. The originally cold and solemn aura dissipated and empty. Yun Danfeng glanced at Wang Dong lightly: "Forget it, I'll spare your life for this girl to plead for you, but I don't want to see you in this city again, get out!"

After saying that, it turned into a phantom and returned to the bronze sedan chair, with the sound of gongs and drums. In the blink of an eye, it turned over the long street.

"Husband, is that boy so cheap?" At this time, the woman named Yanying said.

"Of course it's impossible to let him go so easily." Gong Ao waved his hand: "Send someone to stare at him first, and after he leaves the city, he will capture him and leave it to Rou'er for disposal."

"Rou'er" is the name of the woman in white.

"Hehe! I knew my husband was a petty man and would definitely keep a backup plan!" said the girl named Yan'er.

Gong Ao smiled bitterly and gave her a blank look: "If I were really a petty person, and if I say bad things like you, I will definitely take off your pants and slap your little ass now!"

"Ah!" The girl Yan'er quickly covered her buttocks with her hands, and was very shy: "Husband is so bad!"

Gong Ao laughed again and then said with a stern expression: "Actually, if someone disrespects me, I may not be as good as this person, but if someone dares to disrespect you, it may even hurt you, hum! My Gong Ao subordinates will never show mercy!"

Hearing this, the women looked at Gong Ao with touching eyes, and the woman in white Rouer even offered a kiss with affection.

"That boy can injure Rou'er with a drop of water, and he is not a weak person. Let the eight flower slaves take action together!" Gong Ao ordered.

"Hehe, Yan'er also wants to vent his anger for Rouer's sister." The girl Yan'er shook Gong Ao's arm and said coquettishly: "Husband, just let me go with the flower slaves."

Gong Ao was slightly stunned, and then he thought of eight flower slaves pressing the formation, not afraid of causing unpredictable storms. He smiled and said, "Okay, I know that you have a deep sisterhood, I agree! But how should you thank me?"

Gong Ao touched his face with a smirk.

"Thank you, husband!" Yan'er kissed Gong Ao with a pop, and said happily.

In the teahouse, Wang Dong was the host and invited Cui Ting and others to a banquet.

However, Cui Ting's companions obviously had no fear of revenge. They were afraid of the revenge of the Double Cultivation Palace and were afraid that they would be angry with Wang Dong. They would be vented by the young master Gong Ao. They just drank a glass of wine and someone asked to say goodbye.

Cui Ting sighed lightly, secretly reminded Wang Dong, persuaded him to leave the city as soon as possible, and then said goodbye and left.

Looking at the table of wine and food that had not moved a few bites, Wang Dong threw down a few golden leaves, replaced another utensils, and poured and drank by himself.

"Tianmu Mountain--!"

Wang Dong showed a slight expression of contemplation.

The maid whispered in Gong Ao's ear just now. Although her voice was so strong that she could not hide from Wang Dong's ears. Hearing the name Tianmu Mountain made him a little familiar.

After thinking about it, I remembered that when he was sweeping the Yin family in Fuyang that day, Yin Keren shouted that his sister's master was from Tianmu Mountain.

However, Wang Dong has long been different from the past, so he doesn't care much. It would be fine if he didn't come to provoke him that day. If he really dared to avenge the Yin family, he would not be afraid at all.

Put the Baihua Valley and Tianmu Mountain behind your mind. The way of cultivation is relaxed and orderly. You must become nervous when you should be nervous, and you should be relaxed when you should be relaxed.

Wang Dong concentrates on enjoying the delicious wine and food.

"Damn it, I'm still in the mood to drink, I'm so angry!" Yan'er, a girl who was secretly monitoring Wang Dong, gritted her teeth, and said to the eight flower slaves behind her: "You stare at him, I'll take a rest for a while."

"Yes!" The eight flower slaves bowed and said that.

These eight flower slaves have ordinary figures and faces, but their eyes are full of energy, and their internal strength has reached a certain level.

After an hour, Wang Dong went down the teahouse leisurely, took the shopkeeper to pick up a good horse, and rode the horse out of the city.

"I finally left the city. How dare I let me wait for so long. It's ugly to ask you to die later." The girl Yan'er looked very arrogant and waved her hand to order: "Catch up."

A group of nine people, eight flower slaves, led by Yan'er, chased after Wang Dong's direction.

Wang Dong did not gallop at the horse, but just rushed to the road at normal speed, so Yan'er and others quickly chased after him.

Fourteen or five miles away from the outskirts of the city, Wang Dong let the horse leave by himself.

The wind sounded nine times, and the swallows and eight flower slaves came closer.

Yan'er waved his hand, and the eight flower slaves surrounded Wang Dong without saying a word.

"Are you surrender yourself, or is this girl personally taking action, interrupting your hands and feet, and dragging you back?" Yan'er held her hands in front of her chest and stared at Wang Dong with a smile.

"Why should I be so troublesome for something like a native chicken, tiles and dog?" Wang shook his head, his figure suddenly disappeared, and the fifteen words still echoed in his ears. Eight flower slaves had already blown away, and when they landed, they had no breath.

Yan'er was suddenly shocked. Her arrogance was all based on Gong Ao. In fact, her martial arts skills were not as good as Hua Nu. Seeing that the eight Hua Nu were killed while breathing, she was both scared and hurriedly pulled away and fled.

With a sneer, a strong wind shot towards her. Yan'er felt a little cold in her body, but it did not affect her. She didn't care about so much at this time and still fled for the death.

Wang Dong did not pursue and looked to the west. At this time, a golden Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, smiling. (To be continued...)

ps: There is another update later.

On Saturday, Sunday, something unheard of outsiders happened, so it was not updated.
Chapter completed!