Thunder roared and silver snake danced.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, as if the Milky Way is pouring down.

Yang Shouwen sat at the entrance of the pavilion, watching the heavy rain outside the pavilion, motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song and Yang led the others to gather in front of the stone tablet, talking and laughing.

"What a heavy rain!"

Zheng Jingsi and Yang Chenglie stood at another entrance of the pavilion, looking at the tomb not far away.

Zheng Jingsi said: "This year's rain is not very heavy! In previous years, there was never such heavy rain."

"Yes." Yang Chenglie responded.

However, he seemed a little absent-minded and his eyes swept towards Yang Shouwen on the other side of the pavilion from time to time.

The structure of Pangui Pavilion is somewhat different from other pavilions. It is not a round pavilion with air permeability, but a rectangular shape with only two entrances and exits. The walls are built with stone on both sides, and a triangular roof is above it.

"Wenxuan, you... I was always curious, including Shijiurang, but I didn't dare to ask.

If you are convenient, just say it, just forget it. I just feel curious. How did you disappear from the past?”

"I encountered some things back then."

Yang Chenglie was talking, his eyes suddenly condensed and he looked forward.

I saw a group of people suddenly appearing on the mountain road covered by heavy rain, running towards this side.

He couldn't help but feel excited. Yang Chenglie pushed Zheng Jingsi into the pavilion with his backhand, and then reached out and pulled out the Dragon Breaking Sword.

"Shizi, be careful!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw two people jumping out of the group, half kneeling in the rain, taking out the bow and arrow, and shooting at Yang Chenglie.

Yang Chenglie flew his knife in his hand and knocked two arrows away.

Yang Shouwen suddenly woke up, reached out and grabbed the gun bag from his side.

He held the gun rod with one hand and rubbed the gun bag with the other hand. The tiger swallowed the big gun and held it in his hand.

Two strong men in leather armor rushed around the pavilion to the entrance. Yang Shouwen stood up, took a step forward, and then lowered his body in a lunge. He said sternly: "No guns will be returned, no guns will be returned."

The tiger swallowed a big gun and screamed, and a sound of wind thrust out.

The sharp wind on the gun even tore the rain curtain open and penetrated a big man's body.

Before the strong man could scream, Yang Shouwen stepped forward in a misstep, and after knocking away the big man, he turned around and shot him again.

"Yang Moli, help my dad!"

Yang Moli was holding a meat pie in one hand and a rice ball in the other, and she was eating sweetly.

Hearing Yang Shouwen's shouting, he opened his mouth wide, stuffed the rice ball as big as a fist into his mouth, and then grabbed the iron hammer from his side and rushed to the other end of the pavilion.

"Big Alang and Yang Moli are here."

He said vaguely while chewing the rice balls.

At this moment, a sharp arrow flew over and shot the meat pie in his hand. The meat pie broke suddenly, but it made Yang Moli furious.

Yang Moli has a good temper, but it doesn’t mean he won’t be angry.

You can beat me and scold me, but if my food is broken, it will be a mortal hatred.

"Give me the meat pie."

Yang Moli roared angrily, and rice particles were splattered in her mouth.

One hand of iron hammer raised upwards, and the steel knife in an assassin's hand collapsed with a clang. The other hand of iron hammer wheel opened and hit the assassin's head with a snap. Yang Moli had tears in her eyes, roaring like a crazy lion.

"Give me back the meat pie, give me back the meat pie!"

As a year younger, Yang Moli was a few centimeters taller than when she came to the Yang family. However, his strength has increased even more terrifying. In the past, Yang Shouwen and Yang Moli could still fight, but now Yang Shouwen is no longer a match.

If he and Jeddah join forces, they can confront Yang Moli.

But if one-on-one, it won't take long to lose.

Yang Moli's face was filled with anger, and a pair of iron hammers flew. In the blink of an eye, three assassins fell outside the pavilion, either with their brains bursting or their bones broken. At this time, Yang Chenglie also chopped an assassin to the ground.

"Public propaganda, what's going on?"

Zheng Jingsi hugged Zheng Qian and hid beside the stone tablet.

Yang Chenglie held the Dragon Breaking Sword and stopped an assassin, and replied loudly: "I don't know why there are so many assassins."

"Who are you waiting for? I am..."

Zheng Jingsi stood up and wanted to report to his own portal.

A sharp arrow flew over, but fortunately, Yang Rui was quick-witted and knocked Zheng Jingsi away.

"Uncle 29, don't stand up, there are archers!"

As he said that, he ran to Yang Shouwen.

Song was so scared that she was so scared that she hurriedly said, "Erlang, come back soon."

However, Yang Rui had already run out of the pavilion at this time and picked up a big knife from a corpse.

"Erlang, go back!"

Yang Shouwen was surrounded by three strong men at this time. When he saw Yang Rui running out, he was shocked and shouted loudly.

An assassin walked around the pavilion and stabbed Yang Rui when he saw him.

At this time, Song Ping also ran out, picked up a gun from the ground, blocked Yang Rui's side, and knocked the gun open with a snap.

"Damn it!"

Yang Shouwen shouted angrily, and a big gun slammed out with a buzzing sound.

His gun was very fast, and it turned into a afterimage. The energy on the gun was even wrapped in rain and pierced into a strong man's chest. However, the strong man was also a brave man who was fearless. He threw the knife in his hand and grabbed the gun's rod with both hands.

"Gyro gun!"

Seeing this, Yang Shouwen was not panicked. He suddenly exerted force on his hand, and the gun rod suddenly rotated.

The huge force broke open the strong man's hands, and a blood hole as big as a fist drilled into his chest...

"Yang Moli, stay at the entrance, dad, go and help Erlang."

While speaking, Yang Shouwen turned his body, grabbed the big gun with both hands and threw it hard, and threw the strong man's body out.

At the same time, Yang Chenglie also reacted and came to the other end of the pavilion.

Yang Moli is a wide-skinned, round waist, strong body, and no less than an adult. Standing alone at the entrance is enough to make those assassins unable to make progress. Yang Chenglie is actually not very useful next to Yang Moli, so it is better to stay at the other end.

After Yang Chenglie came to the other end of the pavilion, the pressure of Yang Rui and Song Ping was sharply reduced.

"Everyone hide your body and don't move around."

At this time, Yang Shouwen had already reached Yang Moli's side.

Two sharp arrows flew over, and Yang Shouwen shot one away, but was shot in the arm by another sharp arrow.

He snorted, pulled out the sharp arrow with his backhand, and the blood instantly dyed his sleeves red.

"Where are these people coming from?"

Yang Shouwen looked at it with a big glance and found that the number of people on the other side was as large as fifty or sixty, which made him secretly shocked.

"I don't know!"

Yang Chenglie yelled on the other side.
Chapter completed!