"A lot of money!" Wu Ling raised her brows and looked a little tempted, but she felt funny in her heart. The Wu Family controls the finances of the entire Wufeng Principality, and there is still a little money!
"I. I also have a daughter. She is seventeen years old today. She is as beautiful as a flower. If you don’t dislike me, you can be a girl. We from the Song family are famous for their beauty. My little daughter’s beauty, It's also considered top-notch in our Song family."
Song Gongyun could have seen it. Today Wu Ling came here to inquire about the news. Killing talents is the main purpose, otherwise he would not kill three so decisively. If he wants to survive, he can only show the utmost sincerity.
Moreover, looking at Wu Ling's strength, Song Gongyun is not difficult to imagine that there are probably not one of the 100 Song elites who were brought to Tianxiang City by Song Ming today.
It's terrible, so cruel and cruel at a young age, will it be worth it when you grow up
"My own biological daughter is willing to give it away? You are too beast." Wu Ling smiled while touching his chin.
Song Gongyun pulled an ugly smile on his face, flattering: "Master Ling is happy."
"But." Wu Ling said with a cold tone, "Snake-snake-fighting and follow the stick, and letting the tiger go back to the mountain will end up in trouble. Shouldn't the great elder understand this?"
"No, absolutely not, as long as you walk around me today, I will definitely be a cow and a horse for you in the future, but Young Master Ling is your head." Song Gongyun waved his hand again and again. , Immediately called people to cut Wu Ling to Song Mansion.
It's a pity that he has no chance again.
If Wu Ling doesn't make a move, there is absolutely no room for negotiation once he makes a move!
He came to the nest of the Song family in the capital of the drizzle today, and he didn't have the idea of having any big gains. Unexpectedly, he received such an important piece of news.
After knowing the ins and outs of the matter, Wu Ling was even more angry, and his hatred for the Song Family and the Temple of Yama was even higher than the sky and as deep as the sea.
What Wu Ling hates most in her life is being calculated by others. This time he was ruthlessly calculated by the Yan Luo Temple and the Song family, which was the most intolerable to him. With nowhere to vent the monstrous hatred in his chest, Wu Ling decided to play with Song Gongyun.
An iron olive pierced Song Gongyun’s throat. Before he died, Wu Ling whispered in his ear darkly: “Song Ming’s servant is also dead in my hand, and I’ll give your daughter to you later. If she is raped, she will be sold to the brothel, so that she will be a kiln sister with two pieces of vermilion lips and thousands of people to taste, and a pair of jade arms and pillows!
"You are. A bird. A beast!" Song Gongyun exhausted his last bit of strength, trying to grasp Tang Feng's collar, but he died only halfway through his hands. His eyes were so wide that he couldn't squint.
"You lied to you, your psychological endurance is too weak!" Wu Ling curled his lips.
Although the Song family has repeatedly disadvantaged him, it is still the fault of a small group of people in the final analysis, and Wu Ling has not been brutal enough to destroy the crowd.
The most contemptible person in the world has its merits, let alone the Song family, there are always some good people!
Wu Ling's principle is that if people don't offend me, I don't offend people; if people offend me, they will kill them all. As long as those from the Song family don't bother him, Wu Ling won't bother to kill him. At this time, Wu Ling thought of Yue Guli, and compared to Yue Guli, who had never killed innocents indiscriminately, Wu Ling felt ashamed.
After all, the cultivation base of the warrior and the number of murders are not directly proportional. Only by killing the people who really deserve to be killed can you have a clear conscience, and only when you practice can you have a clear conscience.
Indiscriminate killing of innocent people can only degenerate into a villain pointed by thousands of people, and eventually lose their original heart.
The senior leaders of the Song family, the third elders, and the envoy of the god Yama, Murong Leng, were all killed in less than a stick of incense. Maybe they did not expect that if they stayed in their own homes, they would be attacked. Moreover, the sneak attackers also used extremely weird techniques, causing them to be pushed onto the cutting board by Wu Ling like a catfish before they had time to display their strength.
In fact, if it is alone, each of these four people can have a few tricks against Wu Ling. The envoy of the Yan Luo Temple Murong Leng, Yi Sui's second floor strength is comparable to Wu Ling, the three elders of the Song family are also Yi Sui first floor strength, although slightly weaker than Wu Ling, but if the four of them join together, Hard work together, even if Wu Ling's feathering ascends the fairy step is more mysterious, there is no life in one-to-four. However, Wu Lingqiang insisted that he was eclectic and should not be merciless when he should use small tricks.
It is good to be able to face off in an upright manner, and it is also in line with Wu Ling's style, but to deal with an enemy who tries to put him to death, blindly being upright is not smart, it can only be said to be naive!
If someone wants to kill him, then killing the opponent is the last word. Regardless of whether it is a duel, a hidden weapon or a mechanism, the enemy's combat power must be resolved first before grievances.
Obviously the strength is not as good as the others, and he still has to fight hard with others. There are only two kinds of people who can do this kind of thing, either a fool or a lunatic!
Wu Ling obviously does not belong to either of these two types of people.
"I didn't ask them a long time ago. After wasting so much time, the reason why Yan Luo Temple wanted to kill me was still not asked!" Wu Ling was a little depressed.
However, this visit today can be regarded as a good harvest, not to mention killing the three remaining elders of the Song family, and also killing the envoys of the Yama Temple. Thinking about it this way, this trip was finally not in vain.
"The Temple of Yan Luo is the next target to be eliminated. However, before that, you have to go to Huayu Pavilion to learn some skills, and then find some information about the whereabouts of your mother. The Temple of Yan Luo will slowly clean up in the future. "Wu Ling made up his mind and made some plans for the future. He was about to open the window. When returning to Tianxiang City, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, and then a man's voice came over: "Father. !"
Wu Ling hurriedly hid behind the door and buckled the iron olive in his hand. He was in the Tiger's Den of Longtan at this moment, and if he didn't pay attention, he would die, but he couldn't be careless.
After a while, the door was pushed open, and a man who was a few years older than Wu Ling walked in quickly and said anxiously: "Father, there are two servants who were knocked out on the rockery in the garden. How bloody it is. taste?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the tragedy inside the house. His father and two uncles fell in a pool of blood. The man's eyes widened instantly, and a cool breeze hit the back of his head.
This person's reaction was also timely. He suddenly shorted, and Wu Ling's iron olive flew past his scalp, scraping off a large amount of blood.