"Nope!
No!
”Patriarch Li shouted frantically, unable to believe what his eyes were seeing.The Wu patriarch was even more angry, and he was crawling on the ground half-dragged by Zhuge Yi.He scolded fiercely: "Zhuge thief, are you crazy?
Do you know where this is, to dare to be so presumptuous!
”Zhuge Yi dragged the Wu patriarch to the offering platform with one hand, and held the hand of the Wu patriarch with the other hand to hold the fire fold.When questioned, his eerie laughter was even more terrifying than that of the devil."
yes, I'm crazy.You killed the one I love the most, and I will make you live in regret for the rest of your life. ”"Zhuge thief, you dare to commit murder in the ancestral hall, we will not let you go until we die!"
The Wu patriarch struggled to resist, but his whole body was powerless, and it was a battle of trapped beasts after all.Zhuge Yi dragged the Wu patriarch to the offering platform, and raised his hand holding the fire fold with him.The flames were like a greedy little snake constantly swallowing the curtains on both sides of the offering platform, and gradually extended from the weak fire snake to a giant python, and in an instant, the colorful dougong roof beams of the entire Yansheng Hall were dyed into charcoal ink."
No!
No!
”Patriarch Li was still crying and shouting.He can be a mediocre and incompetent son, a greedy and selfish patriarch, a man in power who kills innocents, or a husband and father without conscience, but he always believes that he is the most worthy of the proud descendants of the ancestors of the Li family.He wants to be a model for future generations and a hero in the annals of the Li clan.All dreams were shattered in an instant in the fire in front of him, and he couldn't imagine how the annals of the Li clan would write about his exploits a hundred years later.He, as the patriarch of the Li clan, not only did not protect the Feng Xian daughter of his clan, but also let the murderer Zhuge Yi set fire to the ancestral hall in front of him?"
Gonggai was impossible before, but it's still okay to leave a stench for 10,000 years."
Ling 18 came forward to comfort the Li patriarch and said to the two masked black-clothed men, "Take the Li patriarch to the Xiqiao Palace." ”"No, you can't!"
Patriarch Li had fallen into madness, and even though he was carried to the apse by two masked black-clothed men, he still looked up to the sky and shouted: "No!
No!
…… No!
No!
…… No, but, ......"
Ling Eighteen sneered and said, "We have the final say on this matter, what's the use of you yelling and screaming?"
”looked at the Wu patriarch who was controlled by Zhuge Yi and set fires all over the main hall of Yansheng Hall, and mocked: "Everything has a cause and an effect.When you drove away Ah Yi's henchman and old steward, you set fire to Beimin Alley and killed my sister Haitang.In fact, you know very well in your heart that as long as Ah Yi comes back, the eight clans will still be in his hands, and your bamboo basket will be empty, leaving you infamous for all generations. ”"Yes and no."
Thrown to the ground, the Wu patriarch gasped.The smoke of the fire made his eyes water, and he couldn't see the two teenagers who were close at hand.But he refused to admit defeat and stubbornly complained."
Do you think that by burning down the ancestral hall and the pavilion with our hands, you will be able to get your wish?
She's dead after all, and you won't even get a corpse.Hahaha!
The ancestral hall burned down, and we can build it again.There are so many girls in the eight clans, you can just find a girl with a three-inch golden lotus, no matter who her surname is, as long as she is obedient. ”Ling 18 nodded in agreement after hearing this, and said, "Well, you're right.Therefore, we not only borrowed your hands to set fire to the Yansheng Hall and the Xian Pavilion, but also burned the Wuxin Courtyard and the Longfu Family Temple.As for whose hand to borrow, the elders of the Wu clan will always think of it. ”"Guess it.Mo, Cheng, Si, Dian, Yan, they have already taken refuge in you.Behind Patriarch Yan is the wordless son of Huajian Building, how dare you fight him.The rest of me and Patriarch Li are held by you, and we only have the share of being hit by the knife and carrying the black cauldron. ”The Wu patriarch seemed to see through life and death, and gave up struggling and collapsed against the only wall that did not burn.It was getting harder and harder for him to breathe, and the smoke of the fire was so hot that he couldn't open his eyes.Zhuge Yi and Ling Eighteen glanced at each other, and both quietly left.Whether he dies or lives is fate, whether the Wu patriarch can survive the fire depends on the will of God.The Wu patriarch, who was leaning against the wall, struggled to open his eyes and saw the black smoke of the fire filling the house.He smiled wryly and closed his eyes for death.He did whatever he wanted in his life, with a group of wives and concubines, and his only regret was that he did not have a son to inherit the position of patriarch.It's a pity that the palace prescription that Li Haitang sold him has not been used, otherwise he ......
"No!"
I can't die!
I'm going to have a son!"
I can't die!
”Suddenly, the spirit and strength came, and the Wu patriarch struggled to crawl towards the door of the main hall.He opened his mouth to shout "help", but he choked on the smoke, choking him so much that he rolled his eyes and choked his neck and fell to the ground."
Help, help, me!"
At some point, a white moonlight stepped through the dark night and drifted through the burning carved window, bringing hope to the desperate Wu patriarch.He stretched out a bruised hand, a hoarse begging from his smoke-burned throat."
Please, please, you!
Help, help, me!
”"Patriarch Wu's wish is unfulfilled, it seems that I want to let you go."
is so familiar with her voice, and the cry of the yellow warbler in the valley is not as pleasant as her voice.Delicate with a hint of sweetness, like a pool of spring water ripples.Stepping on the fire and the flame, the white moonlight gradually approached.The Wu patriarch raised his head longingly, and when he opened his round eyes and tried to see Bai Yueguang's face, he suddenly felt that all his internal organs were shivering, and the burning throat was even more painful, preventing him from making any tones."
Patriarch Wu, do you recognize me?
I am the chestnut begonia that you burned alive in a dry well. ”The sweet voice drilled into his ears like a spell, like a punch to his body.The Wu patriarch let out a hoarse "ahhhThe white moonlight approached step by step, and the green silk was scattered behind her at knee length, and the few strands of hair that flew were scorched by the flames flying around, emitting a faint smell of burnt."
Patriarch Wu, you have ruined the hundred-year glory of the Eight Great Clans with your own hands, are you happy?""
AhhThe Wu patriarch roared angrily.He doesn't care if the little girl in white in front of him is a human or a ghost, he won't be intimidated."
Huh!
You don't have a son yet.After death, the position of patriarch passed to someone else's son, what a pity.I think you did a lot of evil things in the past to compete for the position of patriarch, right?
”"AhhThe Wu patriarch wanted to scold her for talking nonsense, but his throat hurt so much that he could only make a single sound."
It's okay, I'll make it happen for you.After you die, the wife of the Wu patriarch will be pregnant with Liujia, and then give birth to the eldest son of the Wu patriarch to inherit the position of the patriarch.Hahahaha!
Puppet, the eldest son of the Wu patriarch will become my puppet!
Hahahaha!
”"AhhThe Wu patriarch was stunned.Who is this little girl in white?
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Didn't the chestnut begonia die?
Bai Yueguang retreated step by step, until the eyes of the Wu patriarch were so smoked that she couldn't open them, and she disappeared at the door of the main hall in an instant."
Boom la la ——!"
The roof of the main hall of Yansheng Hall collapsed, burying the Wu patriarch who was desperately waiting for death in the flames.() Glory to the end