Immortal Emperor's Life As A Son-in-law

The night has gone deep, and the so-called hustle and bustle seems to have slowly calmed down.    

    

On the Liuhua Street in the north of the city, the scent of blood that was wrapped in the air did not dissipate.    

    

Instead, because of the increasingly dense wind at night, it also became denser.    

    

That's right. This was the main branch of Dragonwing Hall, and it was also the "heaven" built by the Dragonwing Hall after the construction of the gang.    

    

However, at this moment, there were no birds singing or dancing in this heaven. There was only the wailing that lingered in the air.    

    

The blood was getting heavier and heavier under the moans.    

    

Even though they were lying on the ground, the disciples of the Dragonwing Hall widened their eyes and stared fixedly at the building that was located deep within the street.    

    

It was also the "Imperial Palace" that Jiang Loong had personally built.    

    

As long as one stood on the roof and looked at the lights outside. He can appreciate the prosperous empire he built with his own hands.    

    

However, at this moment, the brightly lit building was silent. The towering doors and doors were nowhere to be found.    

    

Outside the door, a group of people were standing on the ground, their faces bruised and swollen. They whimpered and could not get up.    

    

Through the waning lights, one could faintly see the messy ground inside.    

    

More people were lying inside, and the fresh blood that flowed out dyed the floor mottled.    

    

In the messy lobby, behind the stacked figures, a few figures suddenly stood in the middle.    

    

"Jiang, have you ever thought about today?" Conghu curled his lips and revealed a cruel smile. He bent his body and looked at the figure in front of him with his head lowered. He said in the same cold tone.    

    

That's right, the man whose face was covered in blood was the leader of Dragonwing Hall, one of the famous dragon and tiger duo in the underground world of Jinlan - Jiang Loong.    

    

At this moment, Jiang Loong was trying his best to raise his head, glaring at Conghu with a face full of blood.    

    

His eyes, which had been dyed with blood, were also looking at the few figures beside Conghu who were calm and composed.    

    

Even if they were standing in a pile of people, even if they were standing in a pool of blood, those few people were still so indifferent.    

    

They raised their necks high and looked at ___ with disdain and indifference.    

    

They were like swans standing in the middle of a flock of ducks, looking at each other with disdain and incompatibility.    

    

"Don't you feel ashamed?" Jiang Loong gritted his teeth. He had been holding it in for a long time, but he could only say it.    

    

"You are the one who is embarrassed! In our world, only those who are still standing in the end have the right to speak. You? Hmph hmph, take a good piss and take a good look at your current appearance. What face do you have to bring up shame to me!"    

    

Conghu had a look of disdain on his face. After saying that, he rolled his eyes and then laughed at himself.    

    

"I almost forgot. When you pee at this time, it will only make you smell like urine. Haha, haha... "    

    

The proud and arrogant laughter filled the entire space, shaking the chandelier hanging above his head.    

    

Upon hearing this, Jiang Loong's face turned as red as a pig's liver.    

    

He tried to prop himself up, but the moment he moved, he felt that the shadow before him had become heavier.    

    

Then, a foot stomped on his back.    

    

With a clang, his body, which had just left the ground, crawled down once again, sticking even closer than before.    

    

The scattered pieces of glass pierced into his arm. The pain made Jiang Loong sweat profusely and involuntarily let out a muffled groan.    

    

"After fighting for so many years, it's time to put an end to this grudge. Under the golden orchids, there's never a need for two bosses!"    

    

As he spoke, Conghu rubbed Jiang Loong's back with his heels.    

    

Along with the wound on his arm, Jiang Loong's entire body rubbed against the ground.    

    

At that moment, the fragment also pierced deeper, and even a wound on his chest was pulled out.    

    

Fresh blood poured into his nose, making Jiang Loong couldn't help but want to cough. However, just as his throat wiggled twice, his head suddenly tightened.    

    

Conghu suddenly squatted down, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the hair on the back of his head. He fiercely pressed him to the ground.    

    

The cough was also forcefully pressed back. At that moment, pain also followed along his face.    

    

"But don't worry. We have known each other for so many years. I won't let you go on your own. Ah, these, those, there will always be a few who will go down to accompany you." Well, there will always be a few of them who will accompany you.    

    

At the same time, he grabbed Jiang Loong's hair and lifted his head. He raised his hand and pointed at the scattered figures in the hall.    

    

Facing his cold gaze, the group of Dragonwing Hall underlings could not help avoiding his gaze.    

    

"Tsk tsk, what a pity. These underlings of yours don't seem to have any intention of accompanying you."    

    

Conghu smacked his lips. He had a mocking expression on his face. As he spoke, he took the opportunity to pat Jiang Loong's face.    

    

The blood that stained his hand was once again smeared on Jiang Loong's body in disdain.    

    

It was not easy for Jiang Loong to reveal some of the color on his face. In an instant, that pale face was covered with a layer of redness.    

    

It was unknown if it was because of pain or anger. Only his eyes were still staring at Conghu's face.    

    

"Conghu, the patriarch didn't send us here to listen to your nonsense. Hurry up and finish your business!"    

    

The few figures beside him seemed to be very impatient. They furrowed their brows and warned Conghu in a cold voice.    

    

Hearing this, Conghu loosened his grip.    

    

With a clang, Jiang Loong landed on the ground once again. Looking at the shiny blade that suddenly appeared in Conghu's hand, his angry and protruding eyes also jumped. His flushed face once again turned pale.    

    

"I'm sorry. I originally wanted to have a good time with you, but it seems like time waits for no one. Don't be in a hurry to leave after going down. I will send you a few companions as soon as possible, haha..."    

    

As he spoke, Conghu had a sinister smile on his face. The blade in his hand also sank in an instant.    

    

Jiang Loong's eyelids constricted violently, but he could not muster up any strength. He could only watch the blade grow bigger and bigger.    

    

The coldness spread from his eyes all the way to his eyes. Fear and unwillingness also vividly played out in Jiang Loong's heart at that moment.    

    

"You bastards! I will not let you off even if you become ghosts!"    

    

Jiang Loong spat out those words fiercely. Finally, he closed his eyes in despair. However, he did not see the disdain in the eyes of Conghu and the others.    

    

"Suddenly, a round of applause came from outside the door.    

    

"What luck, I just happened to catch up with the final chapter!" Xiao Chen clapped his hands as he walked in from outside the door. He cast a sidelong glance and saw everyone's gazes coming over. He said calmly, "You guys continue. Don't worry about me. I'm just a spectator."    

    

As he spoke, Xiao Chen walked in and patted the bar in the hall. He sat on it lightly.    

    

"Xiao Chen!" Seeing him, Conghu's face turned ferocious. "You won't walk on the road to heaven, but you won't be able to break in. Today, I will kill you!"