C351 Variable Day
C351 Variable Day
When all the practitioners from the Xiao Family rushed into the Li Family courtyard with faces full of anger, they discovered that the entire Li Family had already lost their leader position. Lee Wuheng had long since run off to somewhere unknown, and without Lee Wuheng, the Li Family experts were nothing but a motley crowd in the eyes of Xiao Juezhong! It was not a big problem at all.
The smoke from a smoke beacon was ignited at this moment! The experts of Xiao Family wielded shining cold blades, and slashed out one flower of blood after another! At this moment, all the experts in the entire Xiao Family had turned into ferocious tigers at this moment. Anyone who saw a person who had any relations with the Li Family would use their full strength to kill them!
The Li family immediately flowed with blood! Corpses and broken limbs littered the ground! The mournful wails seemed to resonate throughout the entire Northern Cold!
Without Lee Wuheng, the Lee family was like a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They could only be slaughtered to death! The people from Xiao Family seemed to feel that just slaughtering them was not enough to resolve their hatred, so they simply took out a fire and burned the entire Li Family to ashes! Flames immediately shot up into the sky. The enormous and gorgeous building had burned for three days and three nights before finally being burnt to ashes and ruins!
"Brother Ji Lei, the Li Family really doesn't exist in the Northern Cold anymore." Suddenly, Xiao Juezhong's voice came from behind him. He turned around and revealed a smile on his face as he said to Xiao Juezhong: "The hatred in Xiao Family Master's heart, has it been resolved?"
At the mention of this, Xiao Juezhong's face still showed a hint of malice. He clenched his teeth and said: "Damn it, I didn't find that old fogey Lee Wuheng! As long as Lee Wuheng doesn't die, my son will never be able to rest in peace! "
However, when Ji Lei heard this, he only smiled and said to Xiao Juezhong: "Xiao Family Master is wrong."
"Wrong? Where did you get this wrong? " Hearing Ji Lei's words, Xiao Juezhong did not understand what he meant, so he asked Ji Lei. When Ji Lei heard him, he sat down and explained to Xiao Juezhong: "Lee Wuheng is currently just a scab, a mere Martial King, it's no longer possible for him to pose any threat to the Xiao Family, and the Xiao Family can dispatch a lot of power to pursue Lee Wuheng. Lee Wuheng is unable to turn his back on the situation, the current Lee Wuheng is just like a fish in water, if they meet a fisherman, they can only avoid them and escape in panic."
Clapping his hands, he said to Ji Lei: "Brother Ji Lei is reasonable, as long as I send people to chase Lee Wuheng, Lee Wuheng will have to run to the ends of the earth, but as long as he is still in Frost State, I will definitely chase him to death!"
"The Master of the Xiao Family understands, so he should know, if there is no Li Clan, in the entire Northern Cold, there will be another force that will seize the opportunity to rush up right?" Ji Lei's eyes flickered slightly. How could the annihilation of a Lee family be his target? Those who should pay the price, will never escape the punishment!
Hearing that, Xiao Juezhong's eyes became slightly serious. He then asked Ji Lei probingly: "Little brother Ji Lei, you said... Which family is it? "
"I don't care about which sect or clan. The Xiao Family Master must know." Ji Lei smiled.
"Yes …" The destruction of the Li family, the entire Northern Cold situation would become a one-of-a-kind, two-legged thing. Xiao Juezhong was clear, and it was precisely because of the existence of the Li family in the past that the Xiao Family would be low by one head everywhere. Now that the Li family was no longer there, Xiao Juezhong would definitely not let the previous situation occur again!
He had to take down all of the Northern Cold!
"Some people do business in the open, but who knows how they develop behind the scenes? It's always a common thing to hide your abilities. " Ji Lei said meaningfully. Suddenly, a trace of vigilance appeared in Xiao Juezhong's eyes.
"Just a few words to wake the dreamer up. I have learnt my lesson." Xiao Juezhong clasped his hands at Ji Lei and walked straight out of the door, leaving Ji Lei alone.
"Just one sentence to wake someone from his dreams …" In the dark, Ji Lei's lips curved up in a mocking smile: "So it turns out that Xiao Family Master has always been dreaming huh … What I had in the past must have been a long and dangerous nightmare … "
"In short, I'll just look at what happens next …" Within the haze, there was light. Within the light, there was blood, and the blood was suffused with traces of smoke and fire, like rain. As it settled down, it seemed as if the entire Northern Cold was about to fall.
The night was as dark as ink, even the Northern Cold were no longer restricted. Ji Lei walked out of the entrance of the Northern Cold Capital and arrived at a barren mountain.
The corpses at the city gate were long gone. Perhaps they were eaten by the birds, or maybe they were blown away by the cold wind. However, Ji Lei didn't care because he had already achieved his goal. The road of life isn't that you owe her what she owes you, paid off the debt, do not owe each other, is the best.
"Are you happy that you've achieved your goal?" Ji Lei was looking at the pitiful flames that were swaying in the wind due to Northern Cold. Suddenly, an ice-cold voice rang out from behind him. He turned around and saw that Lee Wuyuv's dark face was filled with grief.
"Why did you come out?" What about your family? " Ji Lei ignored Lee Wuyuv and asked half-heartedly.
"Where's my family …" Lee Wuyuv laughed at himself and then sat beside Ji Lei. "From the moment my father left, I had no family."
"Lee Wujiang is dead?" Ji Lei turned around and looked at Lee Wuyuv. For the first time, a trace of seriousness appeared in his eyes.
"Dead." Lee Wuyuv nodded, his tone seemed to be saying that it was as normal as usual.
Ji Lei finally began to carefully observe this man. The third son of the Li family, eldest brother Lee Wujiang, was a domineering and peerless person, a person worthy of being called a superior! The third eldest, Lee Wudao, was a top foppish young lord. He was ruthless and had a lot of tricks up his sleeves. He was willing to do anything to achieve his goals. He was truly a cruel man! Only his second son, Lee Wuyuv, Ji Lei was unable to tell what kind of person he was.
"Are you very curious?" Lee Wuyuv looked at Ji Lei and squeezed out a bitter smile. He then slowly said: "I might … He should have been born in a civilian's house … "He doesn't like fighting and likes to endure anything. That's exactly the reason why Father never intended to cultivate me. On the contrary, I stayed in the Li Family and leisurely stayed for twenty-two years."
"You can't see through me." Lee Wuyuv said at last.
"Why can't I see through you?" Hearing this, Ji Lei smiled and said, "Of course I know who you are!"
"Oh?" A trace of curiosity was revealed between Lee Wuyuv's brows, "Tell me about it?"
"You are an unspecialized character." Hearing that, Lee Wuyuv thought for a moment before sighing. He said to Ji Lei, "That's right, I'm probably unspecialized …"
Lee Wuyuv stood up and prepared to leave.
"Where are you going?" Ji Lei had his back to Lee Wuyuv and didn't even look back.
"Without the Li Family, I can go wherever I want. As long as I don't return to the Northern Cold, any place will be my peaceful and happy village."
Ji Lei, you and Pathless are very similar, but you are more like Pathless Origin than him, "Lee Wuyuv said slowly. Afterwards, he let out a breath of loneliness, and for some reason, he said:" At least … "You are the oldest in the Dao, which means that there is still a path in your heart."
"Let's go, thank you brother Ji Lei for sparing my life." Lee Wuyuv cupped his hands across the air and then disappeared into the thick night.
Lee Wuyuv was likely sad. This fire would forever be a scar on Lee Wuyuv's heart, but even so, victory was always written by the strong. No matter what, the one who won was the strong.
In the great scrolls of the world, the blade was the brush, and the blood was the ink. The law of the jungle was the truth. Every expert was a bloody artist, and war and slaughter were the most perfect masterpieces in their hearts.