Entering late autumn, it is about to enter November.

The weather in Yanjing is getting colder, and the sky is getting darker and faster.

Less than seven o'clock, the sky had gradually turned into darkness, and the entire Yanjing was shrouded in darkness.

The faintly visible bright moon scenery is particularly moving, and the cold wind blows through, bringing a different poignant beauty.

Mo Wentian below looked up at the top of the Broken Star Building, his eyes were cold, and his killing intent was filled.

Listening to Lin Xiao's words, the anger could no longer be stopped, and he said coldly: "Lin Xiao, I know you have resentments, but shopping malls have always been intriguing and thrilling. If you fail, you will end up sadly."

"This is an iron law that hasn't changed for thousands of years. Don't you understand this truth?"

"Now you come back to seek my revenge, forget it, you killed my son, really think you can cover the sky with only one hand in Yanjing?"

"What's more, my son is a real dragon, and his future is bright. A great seedling was killed by you."

"I'm not afraid to put the words here today. I, Mo Wentian, will definitely cut you off, and I will kill everyone who is connected to you!"

Mo Wentian was very angry, very angry.

Mo San was his most respected son, so he died, so tragically.

"As a human being, it is better to recognize the reality clearly. Mr. Mo still advise you not to live in your own dreams forever."

Lin Xiao smiled slightly, and the evening breeze blew up a strand of hair that fell off his forehead. That handsome face, against the brilliance of the bright moon, looked like a monster.

The hustle and bustle of footsteps downstairs began to sound, very quickly.

There are at least forty or fifty people who listen to the sound, and it may even reach hundreds of people.

The people in black who had been standing side by side respectfully and guarding, started to move at this moment.

Qi Qi looked coldly and took up the pistol in his hand, and stood at the door waiting for the enemy to arrive.

Below, Guo Kaiyong, the old housekeeper guarding Mo Wentian, suddenly said: "Mr. Da, the people have already gone up, and Lin Xiao will definitely be brought to justice."

"Ok…"

Mo Wentian feels much relieved, but the phone call has not been put down for the time being.

He wants to see how the culprit died in despair, and how annihilated.

I believe that by then, it will definitely be comfortable.

"At the beginning of December, I hope that the Mo family, and the other families, plus the Xiao family, a century-old family, can personally go to my father's grave and kneel and confess and choose their own grave."

"Good on the road!"

Karen Mok: "..."

Actually want him to kowtow to the service Lin Hai with an apology and repentance with the remaining four?

Is this kidding?

To them, there are five big families, high and powerful, above ten thousand people, below one person.

Let them kneel in front of their tomb and kowtow, then choose the tomb?

"Lin Xiao, you have a wishful thinking and want our big families to kneel and confess at your trash father's grave. Do you think you are worthy?"

"What's more, now you can't protect yourself, what about the beginning of December?"

Mo Wentian sneered, wanting him to kneel on the grave and confess to the man five years ago.

It's impossible!

Besides, the death squad that the Mo family has cultivated at a high price has reached the top level.

In the future, there will be a group of death squads of about fifty people who will continue to rush up.

Just relying on Lin Xiao's line, do you really think you can escape?

Kill my son, then wait for me to die!

"The autumn wind is cold, Family Master Mo is careful to catch the cold."

Lin Xiao stood on the top floor and looked up to see the panoramic view of this huge city.

Below, Mo Wentian was a little confused when he heard this inexplicable sentence.

But, in an instant.

In the sky, a large swath of gorgeous, demon-red blood-colored petals slowly floated down

Beautiful and colorful.

The whole broken star building was filled with a feast of flowers.

On this late autumn day, with this enchanting red flower, there is a little bit different poignant beauty.

Everyone looked at this rain of flowers idiotically, and only thought it was magnificent.

"What a nice view"

Many of the girls stretched out their hands, took the flowers, and looked at the sky madly.

Mo Wentian stretched out his hand and looked at this scene with doubts.

At this time, a flower just floated in the center of his hand.

boom!

Of course, at this moment, a loud bang interrupted everyone's carnival and also interrupted Mo Wentian's thoughts.

One after another black shadows spread over the sky and the earth, like wild beasts, falling from the sky and smashing into the center of the broken star building.

The silhouette of the unknown figure fell from a high altitude and hit the ground, forming a mass of flesh.

The stump and broken arm, dripping with blood, combined with the gorgeous and enchanting blood-colored flowers, combined into a beautiful and poignant picture.

silence!

Deathly silence.

The audience was silent, and everyone looked at this scene dumbfounded.

Many people have weak limbs, their faces are as pale as paper, their throats are rolling, and an endless feeling of nausea emerges in their hearts.

"What happened to this?"

For a long time, no one in the field stared at this poignant scene blankly, and said in fear.

As he spoke, the entire venue, hundreds of people, erupted into a huge uproar.

Many cowardly people have already ran away in fright.

More are vomiting on the ground.

Countless pieces of meat are everywhere, and the debris and skeletons are stacked together, like a Shura field.

Fear and death spread in everyone's heart.

A pair of invisible black hands seemed to have come from the sky, pressing down on their heads, with a single tap, no one in the room was spared.

"This…"

Mo Wentian's pupils shrank violently, his eyes fixed on this scene, looking at the corpses in the field.

The heart is shocked, unthinkable, and even more apprehensive. It can be described as varied.

"Mr. Big, these are the people we sent."

As Mo Wentian's personal nurse and Mo family housekeeper, Guo Kaiyong was still calm, and soon eased back, but despite this, his heart was still uneasy.

For decades, over sixty years, the first time I have seen such a cruel young man, it made him feel tricky and extremely tricky.

"President Mo, my play is over, it's up to you."

A magnetic and playful voice came from the phone again.

Mo Wentian calmed down and said coldly: "Lin Xiao, you don't want to be arrogant, I..."

Dududu

However, at this time, the phone has been hung up.

There are some words, no need to say more, smart people will understand.

Lin Xiao stood on the top floor, the autumn wind was blowing, the windbreaker swayed with the wind, behind him, the Death Scythe subordinates stood side by side, listening to instructions.

Lin Xiao's five fingers lifted the phone and gently folded it together. Suddenly, there was a piece of iron filings between the phone and Huawei, floating in the air like quicksand between his fingers.

All beings are vast.

The vicissitudes of life.

Nowadays, Lin Xiao, he has power in his hand, standing on top of the heroes, turning his hands into clouds, and covering his hands as rain.

Don't ask about previous lives.

Do not cultivate the next life.

Only for this life.

Take advantage of your wealth, be an extremely human minister, and be admired by thousands of people.

But, I am in your eyes.

God above all else! ! !

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