Twilight turns to night.

Today's Yanjing does not know how, without the shining starry sky of the past, the sky is dim and dark, as if a storm is brewing.

After a turmoil, I originally planned to return to Junlin Bieyuan before dark, but it was postponed by an hour.

The commercial vehicle drove slowly in the bustling night market.

The lights outside the car are brightly lit, cars roaring by, and pedestrians, men, women, old and young strolling along the roadside, each full of happy smiles.

Lin Xiao sat in the car and looked at these scenes out of the car window with a knowing smile.

After five years of military service, he fought in the South and the North, defending his family and the country.

Isn't it for the prosperity of the country and the people?

He did it.

Defend tens of thousands of foreign enemies, defeat countless powerful nations, and fight against several powerful nations no longer dare to set foot in Yanjing.

It makes them terrified!

It made them tremble!

When they heard the words Lin Xiao, they were instinctively afraid.

A generation of legendary stars rises high from the ancient east, attracting the world's attention and admiration by the world.

He Lin Xiao dared to speak up, to live up to the people of the world, live up to the people of the world.

"Lin Shuai, at half past seven tonight, the third young master of the Mo family, and the third child of the Mo family are going to have funerals at the Yongle Funeral Home. We are just passing by, you see?"

As soon as Xu Hao received the news, he immediately reported it, with a playful smile on his face.

Lin Xiao also smiled, "After all, I killed the person. Since there is a destiny, it is better to go and get a stick of incense, so as to give away this third young master of the Mo family."

"Good!" Xu Hao looked excited.

When I went this time, I didn't know what it would be like to be the Patriarch of the Mo family, and what expressions there would be on his face.

He is looking forward to it.

The business car didn't rush or slow down, so it gradually headed towards the Yongle Funeral Home.

At this moment, Yongle Funeral Home was in silence.

The surrounding courtyard walls were covered with white wreaths, dozens of black cars were parked on the side of the road, and white flowers were hung on the fronts and reflectors.

Hundreds of people stood in Yongle Funeral Home with their heads bowed, all dressed in black suits with white flowers hanging on their chests, and bowed their heads in silent mourning.

Sad music sounded.

Cries were everywhere, some were heart-piercing and some were weeping silently.

At the forefront was Mo Wentian, the Patriarch of the Mo family, holding a portrait of Mo San in his hand, with a sad expression, turned slowly, and walked towards the crystal coffin placed outside the door.

Following him were his real wife and three concubines.

They said they were concubines, but none of them had a marriage certificate.

But for a large family, marrying a few wives is easy, and it doesn't matter at all.

Especially the male phoenix like Mo Wentian was born, and the more the better for women.

I didn’t know how many women I played when I was young, and there are countless illegitimate children and illegitimate children.

For these people, he watched indifferently throughout the process.

Except for sending some money every month, everything else is ignored.

Without some outstanding ability, want to enter his Mo family door?

Totally impossible!

The Mo family doesn't need waste.

This is what he said to those illegitimate children, and also to the women who had played.

In the end, he was able to enter his house, but in fact there were only three women.

They are all rich ladies and ladies, each with a strong scheming and wrist, they are not the masters to provoke.

At this moment, except for the piercing wife who is really crying.

The other three concubines and their children, although all of them were sad.

But few people are sincere, most of them are hypocritical.

For them, it is good for Mo San to die, so that no one will compete with them for the property.

One less competitor.

In recent years, Mo San has really shown his sharp edge, less the impetuousness of his youth, and a little more calm.

Whether it's scheming or the city government, they are actually much better than their children.

At that time, if they compete for the property, they will definitely suffer a big loss.

Mo Wentian knew all about the thoughts of these concubines and children, but he didn't bother to care about these smoky matters.

A group of people who only know how to deceive and deceive for a few acres of three-point land, do nothing, and it is impossible for future family heirs to find them from them.

At this moment, in addition to sadness, there was anger in his heart.

His three sons were killed, but the murderer is still at large.

He has nothing to do so far.

Originally, he offended Lin Xiao. With Luo Fei's help, he planned to leave Yanjing to avoid the limelight and leave everything to Luo Fei to take care of.

But Mo Wentian, who has already left Yanjing, think about it carefully, the Mo family, who is known as the fifth largest family of Yanjing, was forced to leave his hometown by a stinky hairy boy?

Mo Wentian, who wanted more and more anger, simply took everything directly from Luo Fei and returned to the abbot to be fair. He doesn't believe it, can Lin Xiao come to the door again?

This makes him feel extremely angry every time he thinks about it

There are three major misfortunes in life when he lost his son in the middle age.

Mo Wentian retracted his thoughts and walked outside the door with the portrait of his eldest son in front of the crystal coffin.

Looking into the crystal coffin, the young man with his eyes closed.

His expression was a little sad, and he was in a trance listening to the sorrow and joy floating around.

Once upon a time, this young man stood in front of him, depicting his blueprints with great vigor.

Once upon a time, this young man stood on the top of the mountain, smiling at the wind and clouds of the day.

However, now he is sadly withered.

"If this revenge is not reported, I will not be a man by Mo Wentian!"

Mo Wentian yelled at the sky, grief and anger in his heart, and his hatred for Lin Xiao was getting worse.

boom!

Suddenly, a loud bang rang around everyone's ears.

A coffin of pitch black as ink and ordinary material crashed onto the crystal coffin.

He directly smashed the crystal coffin into a mess, and also smashed Mo San's body into a mass of flesh.

Karen Mok: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Is this someone coming to hit the field? !

This funeral is an unprecedented growth.

Hundreds of people participated in the event, and countless relatives and friends of the Mo family came here one after another.

But, tonight, someone came to smash the place

All the guests in the room were taken aback for a while.

The third young master of the Mo family, on the day of the funeral today, was pressed with a coffin to turn his body into mud.

In other words, the intention was to suppress this Mo family's third youngest member of an immortal life without being overborn?

This

"Who, who did it?!"

After a short silence, Mo Wentian was furious instantly, raised his head and swept around, questioning loudly.

Today, his three sons were buried in a funeral, but they were disturbed for no reason. They even sent a coffin and pressed his three sons underneath.

Is this looking for death?

Do you want to be an enemy of his Mo family? !

"Come on, check it out for me, kill that dog and blow it to pieces!"

Mo Wentian ignored the shock of a group of guests.

Nor did he pay attention to the hypocritical anger of the people of his own tribe, and the hatred of the same enemy.

With a direct wave of his hand, more than a hundred security guards appeared in an instant, all with weapons in their hands, followed behind him, and walked toward the outside mightily.

Everyone in the room looked at each other.

Tonight, I am afraid there is a good show to watch.

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