Chapter 64: Fire Dragon Burns the Warehouse
Chapter 64: Fire Dragon Burns the Warehouse
The lush bamboo forest in Madam Jiu’s courtyard.
The wind and snow hit the bamboo outside the window, sometimes making a high-pitched whistle and sometimes a low, weeping sound. Facing the invasion of the strong wind and snow, the thin bamboo forest can only open its doors again and again, allowing the wind and snow to come in and out, and finally leaving large clumps of snow on the branches and leaves.
She looked as if she had drunk two kilograms of strong liquor, her face flushed: "Tonight... Tonight..."
Sikong Huan slowly stood up, put on his underwear, and asked, "How was tonight? Tell me."
Huang Xiuyu bit her teeth lightly and said, "The master is as fierce as a dragon and a tiger. He looks more than thirty years younger."
Sikong Huan laughed: "Thirty years younger? That's exactly the age of Deputy Gang Leader Chang?"
Huang Xiuyu felt uneasy, and quickly sat up and brushed her wet hair: "Why did the master suddenly mention Deputy Gang Leader Chang?"
Sikong Huan looked down from above, very arrogant. He glanced at the window pane. The shame of standing in front of the bamboo forest that night was finally washed away!
Ten breaths? How is that possible?
When I was young, I was known as the Little King with the Golden Spear, the Seventh Prince of Pingyang.
"I can't bear it. You and I are enjoying ourselves here, but Chang An has to lead his men and horses, lie on ice and chew snow, endure the wind and frost, and go to Qingfeng Village to fight for his life."
Huang Xiuyu saw that he mentioned Chang'an again and again, and she felt guilty after all. She endured the burning discomfort, got out of bed with only a layer of gauze on, and diligently helped Sikong Huan to get dressed.
Sikong Huan looked at the two smooth long legs and the faint shadow of the bamboo forest outside the window. He reached out and scooped up a handful of bamboo and chuckled, "Did you fill up the granary tonight?"
Huang Xiuyu whispered, "Master, this is terrible...the granary is about to burn down."
She picked up the robe and was about to put it on Sikong Huan when she suddenly saw a small porcelain bottle fall out of it and land on the ground with a thud. Unfortunately, the small note on the porcelain bottle had not been torn off yet.
"The dragon's spirit and the tiger's fierceness disperse."
Huang Xiuyu picked up the small bottle and saw those five words. She couldn't help but sneered.
Sikong Huan's face suddenly became unhappy and darkened.
Huang Xiuyu quickly stopped smiling and said with false concern: "Master, regarding the bed, just let nature take its course. Don't use too much medicine, it will harm your body."
Sikong Huan sneered, "Let it be? When I let it be, it's only ten breaths? Or is it 'all in the hands'?"
Huang Xiuyu's face suddenly changed, and her heart gradually sank into an icy cave. These were the words she and Chang An said when they were whispering to each other, how did he know?
"Master, what are you..."
"Tell me, what are you and Chang An plotting against me behind my back?"
"Do you want to run the Shennong Gang as a husband-and-wife team?"
"Then when will you attack me?"
Sikong Huan's tone was gloomy. He pushed Madam Jiu away and tied the belt himself.
"Master, I am innocent. It was all... Chang An who forced me to do this."
Huang Xiuyu knew that something had happened. At this critical moment of life and death, she no longer cared about her lover and only wanted to save her own life.
She rushed over desperately, knelt down to hold Sikong Huan's legs, held them in her arms and touched them gently, hoping that Sikong Huan would remember the hearty pleasure just now and show mercy to her.
"late."
Sikong Huan kicked Huang Xiuyu away and walked out the door.
A moment later, four disciples of the Shennong Gang rushed in, picked up Madam Nine, who was wearing a thin spring dress, and dragged her straight out of the door without allowing her to put on any more clothes.
"Let me go, where are you taking me?"
"According to the orders of the gang leader, send Madam Nine to the snake cave!"
The disciple from the Shennong Gang looked serious and spoke in a cold tone, but his hands were quietly feeling the delicate and smooth skin under Madam Jiu's armpits. This kind of beauty was like a ginseng fruit, and people like them usually couldn't even smell it.
"No, no! I want to see the master..." "Please, let me see him..."
"A day of marriage brings a hundred days of love, and a hundred days of marriage is as deep as the sea. I don't believe he is so heartless."
When Madam Nine heard the word "snake cave", she was so frightened that her soul flew out of her body. She lost control and the yellow liquid flowed all over the snow.
"I want to see the master. I won't go to the snake cave."
When the four Shennong Gang disciples smelled the faint scent, they became more and more excited, as if they had taken the 'Dragon Essence and Tiger Might Powder'. They looked at each other and had an idea in their minds.
That night, someone near the snake cave shouted all night long, crying and complaining, and only stopped at dawn.
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Sikong Huancai returned to his room when he felt a huge wave of fatigue overwhelm him. His legs went weak and he sat down along the edge of the bed.
"The bitch is right. We really can't take too much of Master Meng's medicine."
He was just about to go to bed with his clothes on to rest when he heard a noise outside. He staggered and opened the door, only to see flames coming out of the warehouse in the southwest, with black smoke gushing out along with the flames.
Those Shennong Gang disciples who came forward to put out the fire were all stunned by the black poisonous smoke.
"Boss, someone set fire to Warehouse B and injured many of our brothers."
A disciple hurried over to report.
Sikong Huan was terrified, and his first thought was: "Chang An is back?"
The disciple asked in confusion, "Deputy Gang Leader Chang? The arsonist was a black-faced man, and there was also a giant man captured by Master Cong. They are both highly skilled in martial arts. Many of the gang's masters have gone to Pingyang. We can't stop them."
The meaning of his words was very clear, asking Gang Leader Sikong to take action.
Sikong Huan was weak at that moment, his legs were soft, and he could use less than 50% of his abilities. How could he dare to go up and fight with the master who dared to attack Shennong Gang at night when the situation was unclear?
He took two steps back into the room.
"Go and ask Master Meng to come over and put out the poisonous fire and smoke. Don't worry about those two people for now. You can let them go."
On this side, Fan Zhutian was carrying a huge bamboo basket with two sacks of poison weighing at least 200 kilograms. He was waving two twisted iron bars in his hands, and any Shennong Gang disciples who stood in front of him were either killed or injured.
Zhang Yu followed beside him, feeling amused, he found that Fan Zhutian's outfit was quite similar to the 'Alchemist' from a game in his previous life.
"Brother Fan, can you still hold on?"
"Don't worry, Brother Zhang. Old Fan doesn't have any other skills except that he is naturally strong."
The two men snatched the horses and rushed out of the gate of Shennong Gang. No one dared to chase them, and they ran for sixty miles in one breath. In the early morning, the horse under Fan Zhutian's crotch could not be driven anymore and fell to the ground foaming at the mouth.
Zhang Yu killed it with one sword and cut off more than 20 kilograms of horse meat. He then found a nearby forest that could shelter him from the wind and snow, built a fire, and roasted the horse meat over the fire.
"Brother Fan, drink."
Zhang Yu took off his wine bag and threw it over. Inside was the "Drunken Ox".
"Good wine! I haven't had such strong wine in a long time."
Fan Zhutian was also addicted to alcohol, but he was often short of money and could only buy some inferior wine to satisfy his cravings.
The two men roasted by the fire, drank, and cut horse meat to eat, and soon warmed up their bodies.
Zhang Yu saw that his bear-skin coat had disappeared and he was left with nothing to cover his body. He asked curiously, "Brother Fan has all these skills. He could have joined any underworld force without being in such a difficult situation."
Upon hearing this, Fan Zhutian shook his head slightly, as if he had something to hide.
(End of this chapter)