The deepest affection in Gu Long's world

Chapter 74 Xue Xiaoren and Fang Yunhua

Respect is one thing.

In fact, Fang Yunhua has always found it difficult to understand the thoughts of those who are obsessed with their brothers.

Take Xue Xiaoren, for example. In order to get rid of his brother's control, he insists on pretending to be a complete idiot.

Despite being in his early forties and having a gray beard, he insisted on wearing a bright red embroidered dress with gold coins scattered on his bangs, and on his feet he wore a pair of red velvet shoes with tiger heads.

Her rosy complexion was still rouged. Upon hearing Fang Yunhua's words, she first danced around and chuckled foolishly. Amidst the jingling and clanging, the gold bracelets with bells hanging from her wrists also clattered together.

Then he happily jogged towards Fang Yunhua.

"Brother Fang, are you going to give me a gift?"

While laughing merrily, Xue Xiaoren reached out to grab Fang Yunhua's wrist. He dared not seriously injure or kill Fang Yunhua, who was already valued by his elder brother, in Xue Family Village. However, he could pretend to be stupid and make the other party suffer a little.

Just as he reached out his hand, Fang Yunhua flipped his wrist, revealing a bronze medal that he wasn't too familiar with. His exaggerated smile froze completely.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Xue Xiaoren stiffly turned his neck to look at Fang Yunhua, trying to catch some trace of the truth from his expression that was not the worst he thought it was.

But what he was met with was Fang Yunhua's malicious smile.

Xue Xiaoren swore that as a top-tier T2 expert in the world and the leader of the most famous assassin organization, he had naturally stained his hands with the blood of many villains, but he had never seen a villain as wicked as Fang Yunhua!

The other person's smile was like thousands of venomous snakes emerging from the abyss. These snakes swarmed out and tightly coiled around him, without spitting venom or using their deadly fangs that would kill with a single bite.

They were just constantly flicking their bright red tongues, and their narrow snake eyes seemed to contain endless malice, as if they were toying with and playing with their prey!

Then countless tentacles emerged from the abyss, tightly enveloping him and the venomous snakes. Darkness obscured his vision, and all he could hear were hissing sounds!

"Look at this bronze plaque, does Uncle Xue like it?"

At this moment, Xue Xiaoren felt an even stronger sense of malice, as if viscous black water was spreading from the soles of his feet, accompanied by the hissing of venomous snakes coming from all directions, gradually sinking him into the deepest part.

How can there be such evil people in the world!

Xue Xiaoren's smile froze completely.

What he wanted to do now was to take his sword and stab that hateful face and disgusting smile into a pile of rotten flesh!
At this point, he had lost all hope. After all, he didn't think that the other party, after being ambushed by him, would immediately come south to find him just to amuse himself with this bronze medal.

Xue Xiaoren was unaware of at which step he had revealed his true identity.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

His expression gradually turned cold, and the intense killing intent emanating from his body completely destroyed the malice that had been clinging to him!
In the original storyline, during the final battle of the Thrush, Hu Tiehua, who had only 40% of his strength remaining, was intimidated by Xue Xiaoren's murderous aura. His eyes went blank, he was covered in cold sweat, and the knife in his hand seemed to have become heavier than a thousand pounds. Even with all his strength, he couldn't even lift the tip of the knife.

He then went through a period of mental confusion until Chu Liuxiang used a trick to force Xue Xiao to retreat, at which point he came back to his senses. During this time, he lost all his memories of being forced by that murderous aura.

Fang Yunhua is now much stronger than Hu Tiehua.

But the way the opponent perfectly blended killing intent and sword energy, creating a kind of oppressive aura, still made him feel both alarmed and curious. "Brother Bao, your move is pretty impressive."

Fang Yunhua took a step forward. He had not yet mastered sword energy, nor could he use his own killing intent, let alone the superb technique of merging the two energies into a powerful force.

But he knows the essence of the Thirteen Styles of Gentle Breeze, and also possesses the unparalleled Mingyu Skill!

The next second, beneath his robes that fluttered without wind, the Lingxiao Sword he held trembled slightly. The surroundings seemed to shimmer with dreamlike sword light, and a layer of barely visible frost appeared on the soles of his feet. An extremely cold chill emanated from his body, which, combined with the increasingly surging wind, blocked the force that was about to invade his spirit!

"Knew it."

Fang Yunhua shook his head slightly, a look of understanding on his face.

"This move is only useful for bullying a few grunts, but unlike Conqueror's Haki, it can't expand the range to an infinite size. At its peak, Hu Tiehua would only be slightly affected. For someone at my level, it probably wouldn't even be able to interfere."

Xue Xiaoren had no idea what the other person was talking about; at that moment, he was only astonished by Fang Yunhua's progress.

He usually observes the other party's assessment every six months, so he is well aware of the strength of this young sect leader, Fang. He is only at the very bottom of the expert level, and this is all thanks to the Qingfeng Thirteen Styles, which are highly compatible with him.

However, Fang Yunhua now clearly possesses combat power that poses a threat to him.

As for the rumors that the five assassins from Yuntai Peak had all perished, the rumors were too varied. Some said that Fang Yunhua had killed all five of them with a single sword strike, some said that they were hacked to death by the Huashan Sect, and others said that the truth was as stated.

This, in turn, makes it impossible for them to ascertain the other party's actual situation.

After all, the distance from Huashan Sect to Songjiang Prefecture is too far. Xue Xiaoren spends a lot of money just to support those assassins, so he naturally cannot guarantee the accurate sorting of intelligence.

At this moment, Xue Xiaoren had a gloomy face. He watched Fang Yunhua grinning as he approached and started fiddling with the small bell on his wrist. For a moment, he had the urge to tear Fang Yunhua's throat apart.

But at the same moment he had this thought, he heard the other person say something in his ear.

"Brother Bao, you should know that you can't take me down in one move, especially when I'm so wary of you."

If we really start fighting, Old Man Xue will definitely notice. You don't think you can get away with pretending to be crazy, do you? Don't forget that I've made great progress this time, which will naturally make him pay more attention to me.

Knowing Old Man Xue as you do, do you think he'll believe the truth I'm telling you?

But what if he really knew everything, and found out that his own brother was actually the leader of a notorious assassin organization in the martial arts world?

They'll probably be very disappointed.

He's more disappointed than he was when you didn't meet his expectations; so disappointed that he might even feel like he's looking at a bug that deserves to be crushed when he glances at you.

Fang Yunhua clearly noticed that the body of the great master beside him had begun to tremble involuntarily.

Clearly, the other party had taken his words to heart and felt a deep, profound sense of empathy, so profound that it drove him to despair.

"So, baby brother, you don't want your brother to find out about all this, do you?"

Xue Xiaoren stiffly turned his head to look at Fang Yunhua, who was standing close by. The mocking smile on Fang Yunhua's face was twisted in his eyes like an indescribable thing with countless tentacles waving around, whose very existence represented endless malice.

(End of this chapter)