.Sunset City, the border of the Empire, "Young Lord, where are we going now?" Gu Daozhi, a group of young people dressed in a somewhat elegant manner were walking forward, and suddenly one person asked the young people walking in the middle of the front.

The young palace master was Wu Zhi. After escaping from the Temple of Martial God, Wantini also caught up with them under the leadership of several disciples. But what made Wu Zhi depressed was that since then, Wantini never even said anything to him. She seemed to have a soul, but she looked like a walking corpse, with a wooden look, making him not know what to do.

I just said that I was looking for clues. Wu Zhi wanted to call Wantini out together, but it was still the same and received no response. He had to come out with a few strong disciples to find out if there is any whereabouts of the Palace Master Wu Lie.

Logically speaking, the War God Temple was defeated by the heroes this time, and the one who was even more injured should be the young master of the temple. Why did Wantini look like this?

"You don't need to ask about these things, you will know when you get to the place." Wu Zhi was not in the mood to talk to these disciples, and he left a word without saying anything else.

When he came to a gate of a house that looked very ancient but still exuded supreme majesty, Wu Zhi walked up and saw a mark on the door. He couldn't help but feel happy. He quickly walked up and picked up the copper ring on the door panel, gently buckled it twice, and then waited outside the door for a while.

After a long time, the door was moving, and it creaked, and the door slowly opened. The person who opened the door was an old man who stretched out his head and looked at the person outside, then asked in confusion: "Who are you looking for?"

"Uncle Zhao, don't you know me anymore?" Seeing this old man, Wu Zhi's face filled with a little smile and asked happily.

The old man looked at him carefully for a while before his eyes lit up and said, "Are you the young master?"

"That's right!" Wu Zhi nodded in agreement when he saw that the other party knew him.

This yard is a place where his mother lived before Wu Zhi was born. The old man was the housekeeper in this house, so he naturally wanted to call him the young master. The old man had a clear feeling of relief on his face. He stepped out of the door with one foot and looked around twice. Seeing that no one was around, he said to Wu Zhi: "Young master, you all come into the house quickly."

"Uncle Zhao, may I ask if my father is here?" Wu Zhi did not enter the door, but anxiously asked about his father's palace master.

"It is not advisable to talk outside. The young palace master quickly enter the house and talks." The old man took his hand and walked into the house.

After everyone outside the house came in, the old man stuck his head out and looked outside, then retracted and locked the door. Then he said to Wu Zhi: "It is in this house that the young palace will come with me to see him."

When the people of the War God Temple heard that the Lord was here, everyone looked ecstatic on their faces. After searching for so many days, the Lord found the Lord. Everyone followed the old man and Wu Zhi and walked into the house.

When he saw the palace master Wu Lie, he looked a little pale, and even his lips could not see any blood. He no longer had the heroic spirit of sitting in the palace and the kingly aura that looked down on the world, but he looked a little decadent.

"Father, what are you doing?" Wu Zhi couldn't help but step forward and ask nervously when he saw his father's appearance.

"It's nothing serious. You only need to rest for another half a month to recover." After these days of healing, Wu Lie's injuries have improved greatly, but they still cannot fully recover for a while.

"I must kill all the people from the Heroes Club with my own hands." Wu Zhi said gritting his teeth, his eyes covered with blood due to congestion.

"The insults suffered by the Temple of the Martial God will definitely be repaid after my injury is healed." How could Wu Lie accept such a stain? In any case, he would make the heroes pay a heavy price and make a comeback, so that the Temple of the Martial God stands on the top of the empire again, and no one can shake it. Then he said to the old man: "Arrang them all."

"Okay, I'll go and prepare the room for everyone." The old man said, and he was about to leave the house.

"Father, this time the heroes' association has joined forces with Yuying Academy, as well as the Xu family and Nalan family, which caused heavy losses to the Temple of War God. The remaining disciples and disciples are only two or three hundred. The child is afraid that everyone will go out together and will easily be discovered, so they will all hide in a broken house outside the city." Wu Zhi couldn't help but say with heartache.

"I know, bring everyone here. It's safe to come here, no one will know." Lying on the chair, closing his eyes tightly, Wu Lie's tone seemed very heavy.

"good."

At night, Wu Zhicai asked to bring all the remaining disciples to this house. The house is really large and looks very retro, but it is a place that few people in the city dare to approach, because this house is also the property of the Dongfang family, one of the ten major families, and can be regarded as an ancestral home. Moreover, in the entire Sunset City, the Dongfang family is also an absolute leading force, and no one dares to provoke such a powerful family.

Wu Lie lurked in the old house of the Dongfang family with the people from the Wushen Temple. In addition, he was very careful and cautious in his actions, so he was very safe.

After a few days, Wu Lie's injuries improved a lot, so he went out of the house to move his muscles and bones. He happened to see his son Wu Zhi in the yard and looked very angry, so he walked up and reached out to put his hand on his shoulder.

"Get out of here, don't bother me now." Wu Zhi didn't look back and shouted angrily, it seemed that he was really angry.

"Who made you so angry?" Wu Lie's face became a little ugly. Few people dared to speak to him like this in their lifetime, but this is his kindness, and he would not be as good as him. He just said in a cold voice that although this son is excellent enough, he also disappointed him.

Hearing that it was my father's voice, Wu Zhi quickly turned his head a little. When he saw that it was really his, I couldn't help but be shocked, and apologized and said, "Father, I'm sorry, I don't know you are behind."

"It's nothing, I won't bother with you." Wu Lie shook his hand and said.

"Father, how are your injuries?" Wu Zhi then asked with concern.

"It's much better. It should be cured in ten days. Then I will find Qunying to calculate the accounts well and make them pay for their blood debts." As he said that, Wu Lie's expression became a bit ferocious. This time, Qunying would have caused a great humiliation to the Temple of the Martial Gods. If he didn't find the shame this time, Wu Lie would never be able to raise his head to be a human being in his life.

"When my father's injuries recover, he will definitely be able to regain his Martial God Temple and restore his reputation. No one of the forces associated with the Heroes will be spared and they will be eradicated." Wu Zhi's expressions were exactly the same as his father, and it seemed that he hated the Heroes to the core.

After a while, Wu Lie replied to Gu Jing Wubo's expression, and the strong uniform air flashing in his eyes gradually weakened. He changed the subject and asked his son: "What's wrong with you? Look at who you seem to be angry with? Why don't you tell me about it?"

"Father, there is nothing big about it..." Wu Zhi said a little embarrassedly.

"Do you and your father still have to hide it?" Seeing Wu Zhi dodging his expression, he obviously didn't want to tell him that when he was the Lord of the Temple of the Martial Gods, he rarely cared about his son. Now it is rare to care about him, but the other party doesn't appreciate it, which inevitably makes him angry.

"No, no, it's just because of Junior Sister Wan." Wu Zhi respected and feared this father, and when he saw that he was angry, he quickly responded.

"It turns out that it is because of Wantini. Let's hear, why are you angry because of him?" Seeing that his son was so angry because of a woman, Wu Lie's face was not good. What kind of woman he wanted to find, the son of the Lord of the Temple of the God of War, could he find? Being so angry for a woman is indeed not like what Wu Lie's son can do. However, he also agrees with Wantini's excellence. It is understandable to be angry about such a proud daughter.

"My father knows that I have liked Junior Sister Wan since I was a child. My love for him has not faded slowly over time, but has become deeper and deeper. But Junior Sister Wan's thoughts seem to be not on me. Fortunately, although she kept a certain distance from me, she would not even talk to me. But recently, she seems to have become a different person. She often asks and doesn't answer questions and even answers when she answers, she responds perfunctorily." When she mentioned this, Wu Zhi was full of anger, which was simply too annoying.

"How can those who accomplish great things be so sad and angry about the little things of their children? Don't worry, the Wushen Temple has raised her for more than ten years, and she will be yours sooner or later." Wu Lie said very confidently. Wantini was grown up because he watched him grow up, but she is much better than her son. Wu Lie has long regarded him as his daughter-in-law.

"But, I don't want to force Junior Sister Wan. She can marry me willingly. This is the best way." Wantini is the woman Wu Zhi liked since childhood. He doesn't want to have any regrets. It is best if she can voluntarily throw herself into her arms, so that she can be considered happy. a
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