Chapter 469 The drag that should exist naturally has to disappear

   "Young master, I don't think I'm dreaming. After all, the current leadership is in my hands, isn't it?"

  As he loaded the gun, his chin slightly raised, showing a triumphant momentum.

   The pitch black that touched Gu Mingyuan's temple was stained with bloodlust.

  Looking at the thing that threatened the old man's life, Gong Jiu's silent eyes became more and more dangerous: "You dare to touch my grandpa!"

   "Then do as I said, rest assured, my young master, at present, I will not compete with you for the position."

  He smiled slightly: "After all, the young master is not a long-lived person, no, as an elder, I can't persecute a junior who has not much time."

  This remark almost made Gong Jiu laugh silently:

   "Everything that should be taken has been taken away, and it's all spread out on the bright side. In the end, Uncle Huai still has to be reserved. Really, it's shameless enough."

   Sullen face surfaced, Gu Shihuai couldn't maintain his expression anymore because of her not sweeping face, and she felt cold at the moment.

   "Let's see, is it the speed of the young master, or the speed of the gun in my hand!"

  The finger that landed on the trigger clicked slowly and tentatively.

   "Patriarch!" Old Tang's face changed suddenly.

  Heart convulsed, Gong Jiu's face suddenly changed: "Stop!"

   No matter how fast the speed is, she is not sure of this distance, let alone betting on Grandpa's life.

   There was a pause in the movement of his hands, Gu Shihuai looked on quietly, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Young master, this is it, have you figured it out?"

   "Mute!"

   But before Gong Jiuhan could continue to speak out, Gu Mingyuan, who was held captive, let out a low growl first, looking at the granddaughter below with a condensed expression:

   "Don't forget what I entrusted to you, my incomplete old life is not worth mentioning in front of the family!"

  The ends of her eyes were red, and Gong Jiuhan's clenched fists and fingers were pinched into her flesh. Instead of looking at Gu Mingyuan, she turned her gaze to Gu Shihuai:

   "Uncle Huai, how about this, let's take a step back."

   "I can consider what you want," she pointed at his dark hand, "but you have to put that thing in your hand down first."

He looked down at the person beside him, smiled, but quickly disappeared, and looked at Gong Jiuhan: "Do you think I'm stupid? If I put down the things in my hand, with the young master's skill, I can How much benefit do you get?"

  He glanced at the several struggling people at the feet of Yangong Jiuhan, who had no ability to fight back: "Maybe, they should look like those people at the young master's feet."

  Having been fighting with my family for so many years, from Gu Mingyuan to now, it was only a single Gongjiu that made him suffer countless losses.

   Today's military confrontation, the two sides have completely torn skins, how could he give Gong Jiu any respite?

  Since you want to achieve your goal, you have to grab it at once.

  At this point today, he doesn't allow any trouble to happen again.

   It's been a long time since I felt this kind of being controlled by others, but this long-lost feeling made the restlessness in Gong Jiuhan's chest almost overflow.

  But when he saw the person beside Gu Shihuai, he pressed back fiercely.

  The space became silent again.

   There was a stalemate for a while.

   "Patriarch Huai, you are really deceiving people too much!" Old Tang's face was filled with rage, and he took a step forward, but Gong Jiuhan raised his hand to block him back.

   In desperation, he could only swallow his anger, and stood back angrily.

   "How about this?" Although the young man's expression was ruthless, it was a little more casual: "Uncle Huai will come with me, and I will take you to the ancestral hall of my family in person, how about I inherit the genealogy for you."

  The strength in his hand was loosened, and Gu Shihuai considered her suggestion.

   Putting his hand into his pocket, Gong Jiu raised his eyebrows silently: "Why, the opportunity is here, but Uncle Huai is cowardly?"

   Gu Mingyuan, who listened to the conversation between the two verbatim, his face darkened, he clenched his fist and gave a heavy hammer on the wheelchair: "Gong Jiu is silent!"

   But the young man below didn't seem to hear his voice, his eyes just looked at Gu Shihuai standing beside him without blinking.

  Old Tang also tried to say something in a low voice: "Young Master..."

   Slightly sideways eyes, the corner of the eye reflects no doubt, Gong Jiu's voice is very weak: "Uncle Tang."

   His expression froze, and Old Tang fell silent.

  Now he has no right to speak.

  Looking at the old man who was kidnapped above, he looked remorseful and bitter.

   What I regret is, if it wasn't for my failure to protect it well, how could their old Patriarch have suffered such a disaster, and how could the young master have been threatened by others.

  The bitterness is that they were the heads of the family who were decisive and murderous everywhere, but now they have become prisoners of their opponents due to half-body disabilities.

  Looking at several people, Gu Shihuai smiled, and put away the gun pointed at Gu Mingyuan.

  He leaned on the railing, raised his head, took a deep breath, and suddenly parted his lips and smiled.

   makes the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes accumulate more and more.

   From a low laugh, it gradually turned into a big laugh.

   Seeing that Gong Jiuhan narrowed his eyes dangerously, the twitching eyelids did not disappear much because of this action, but intensified.

   I'm afraid it's not just that, it's as simple as asking for an inheritance right.

"My dear young master, what you said was my request just now." As expected, Gu Shihuai laughed and gradually lowered his smile. Looking at him, his eyes were gloomy and gloomy: "Now, what I want is not just the right of inheritance. , and your life."

  The voice fell, and countless figures emerged from the darkness again, and the flashing sharp silver light was dyed with cold murderous aura.

  The blood in the eyes suddenly appeared, and the temperature of Gong Jiu's expression dropped to the lowest point, a pair of cold eyes, full of terror.

  It seems that today, the two sides are doomed to fail to reach an agreement.

   Gu Shihuai, who came all the way to Morocco, was not only determined to win, but also humiliated for a long time.

  What he wants is not only fame and fortune, but also the life of this person who once suppressed him for many years.

  On the flat floor, figures intertwine.

  If there are foreigners present, you will be shocked to find that in the fight here, even if you don't blink your eyes for a moment, you can't see any of the young man's shots and movements.

  Because, the people who rioted, the ruthlessness of the wrapping was almost precisely and ruthlessly fell on everyone who tried to attack her.

boom-

   Grabbing a person's neck, the afterimage flashed by, and he slapped him hard against the wall, Gong Jiu's eyelids slightly lifted, his face turned cold.

  The five fingers shrank suddenly, and blood overflowed from the corner of the man's mouth again, and he quickly lost his breath.

  She tilted her head slightly: "Hold the person, and leave the rest to me."

  Old Tang and the others clicked their jaws, and then their figures kept flickering.

  Looking at the chaos below, Gu Shihuai clicked his tongue, and his cloudy and dark eyes were full of interest.

   His gaze remained unchanged, but he tilted his head lightly: "Brother, look, how does this scene compare to the past?"

  At this time, he exudes a sense of looking down from a gentleman playing princes, as if the current fight is just an impromptu performance to him.

  Even if the blood below is completely stained and someone dies.

  The hint in the words made Gu Mingyuan keep clenching his five fingers.

   That year?

  Gu Shihuai's so-called years are just referring to Gong Jiuan when he was the prey in the arena, it was the pain of his life.

  He who brought people back also did not miss those cherished documentaries.

   Swallowing and rolling with anger, Gu Mingyuan remained expressionless.

   Looking at the person whose face was still sitting still but whose eyebrows were already twitching ugly, Gu Shihuai was in a great mood.

   "Old brother, are you really old?" He looked at Gu Mingyuan's lap on the wheelchair: "Now that you are dragging a broken body, how can you take on the responsibility of the rise and fall of a family?"

  He slowly leaned over to get closer, glanced at the side of the eye, and sighed:

   "In the current situation, if it were me, I'm afraid I wouldn't want to be this **** drag."

   "The drag that shouldn't exist, naturally has to disappear." Gu Mingyuan's rationality is shockingly terrifying.

  He turned his neck and raised his eyes, the old but still deep and sharp eagle eyes were calm: "You are bound to win the Lord of Ancients?"

   "Why, don't you believe me?"

  Gu Mingyuan hooked his lips.

   "I believe in my dumb."

   A smile melted on his lips, and Gu Shihuai let out a low laugh.

   "Brother, do you really think that you are the only card in my hand?"

  His voice fell, and in the whole building, a buzzing sound suddenly fell from a high place.

  It seems to be regular, but also seems to be chaotic. It rushes into people's ears, and it arouses the intolerance and discomfort in people's hearts like the friction of rusty iron.

  Among the crowd, Gong Jiu turned pale.

  (end of this chapter)