Do it yourself.

The short five words shocked everyone.

Lin Huajun's face was suddenly green, making him apologize for himself?

"This is impossible!"

Resolutely and decisively refused directly.

who is he?

The old lady of the Lin family, the real master behind the Yanjing and even the Northern Grey Dao forces, the once domineering Linhuo, is comparable to the existence of Galeries Lafayette in the hinterland of Northern Xinjiang.

Let him apologize?

Moreover, is it to apologize for the youngest son who he most dislikes, who has been dead for five years?

How can he do it!

"You can't be blamed for this."

Lin Xiao shook his head slightly.

Lin Huajun: "..."

Huh!

Before he could react, a group of people shrouded in black robes appeared silently in the field.

About forty or fifty people, the figures are crowded, all of them are gloomy, and a gloomy breath of death circulates through them.

Almost instantly, this group of people just appeared, and they immediately enveloped the Lin family members. The sky that was still clear and clear at this time also dimmed.

The night is officially coming, and fear is coming.

Enjoy, the fear of death!

The Grim Reaper Legion, like a shadow, envelops this group of Lin family members.

Everyone felt a great sense of fear, as if seeing the endless **** corpses, and the endless killing.

Some wailed, some called for help, and some trembling on the ground.

In the eyes of outsiders, these big figures, who are above all but unattainable, become extremely vulnerable when facing this great fear.

The fragility is on the verge of triggering, and their fragile nerves will collapse completely because of a certain movement at any time.

Lin Huajun's anger from the beginning gradually began to be surprised, and then the double pupils began to dilate, becoming frightened, and there was a hint of disbelief.

"You are the one with the death sickle?"

Lin Huajun knelt on the ground, looked at Lin Xiao with difficulty, and said in shock.

He knows too well that there can be such a mysterious force in this world, except for the organization that has a worldwide reputation and is extremely mysterious.

This organization is called Death Scythe.

The death sickle enveloped the world, and everyone is under its watch. As long as it thinks, your life and death destiny can all be changed because of it.

"Under the **** of death, no one can be spared. Enjoy the fear that the night brings."

Lin Xiao smiled slightly, said something inexplicable, then turned around and left.

Turn your back to the common people, and walk with your hands.

The walking is not in a hurry, it seems to be close in front of you, but it is far away, far away.

Like the king who masters the life and death of the people in the world, tall and stalwart.

Wow~

In the sky, I don't know when the bright red begonia flowers began to fall, which is gorgeous and enchanting, but charming and moving.

Flowering on both sides of the Buddha, Begonia falling, snow clothes flying

"Snow Clothes Flying"

Lin Huajun stared at the begonia flowers falling from the sky blankly, muttering to himself.

Suddenly, his pupils dilated, and there was a huge shock in his heart.

At this time, a Begonia flower just fell from the sky and landed in his palm.

"Night Death!!"

Lin Huajun stared blankly at the Begonia flower in his hand, exclaiming.

A heart began beating for no reason, and it had already reached Gu Jing Wubo's mentality. After saying these four words, it completely collapsed.

"Shouling for seven days, apologize for guilt."

When he was watching, the young figure had completely left the hall, followed by the Death Scythe Legion, leaving only the corpses all over the floor, and the trembling Lin family. people.

In this empty hall, there was an ethereal but magnetic voice.

Lin Huajun: ""

Death in the night?

He is actually the **** of death in the night!

Lin Huajun was completely shocked, the unwillingness in his heart, the anger indifferent at this moment.

The **** of death in the dark night, he had only heard these four words once, and he was very clear about what these four words meant.

This is a taboo, a big terror.

If it is said that only the subordinates of the death sickle came, and he dared to put on clothes, then the king himself came, he didn't even dare to even dare to wait for death.

"Everyone, follow me to the cemetery and keep the spirit for seven days!"

On this day, it was destined to be unstable, and a piece of news began to circulate in Yanjing again.

The Lin Family, aristocratic family of Gray Dao, who had already faded out of everyone's vision, began to appear in everyone's vision at this moment.

Across the clan, under the leadership of Lin Huajun, the highest speaker of the Lin family, the mighty Bailai people went to the cemetery and collectively knelt before an inconspicuous grave, preparing to keep the spirit for seven days.

A sharp eye discovered that this spiritual position was actually the tomb of the magnificent Mr. Lin Da five years ago.

As soon as this news came out, all the people in Yanjing were shocked.

"Have you heard? The Lin family went to the Linhai cemetery to kneel down. When Lin Hai died, the Lin family was a native of the clan, but didn't say a word. Why did you kneel and confess at this time?"

"What you are asking about is rubbish. It has been so long. Haven't you noticed that Yanjing is now very different from the past. It has been a strong wind, clouds flying, and black clouds rolling."

"Lin Xiao is coming fiercely. Look at how many major events have happened in the past few days. The four big families will be destroyed in a few days. This incident must have something to do with Lin Xiao."

A person with a discerning eye can tell at a glance who this is actually doing.

As soon as this person's words were published, there was an upsurge again immediately, and countless people on the Internet began to talk about Lin Xiao.

Everyone was taken aback by Lin Xiao's menacing liquidation.

Four days.

In just four days, a huge Yanjing, the pattern that hasn't changed much in decades, was stirred by such a young man, and it was turbulent.

Within these four days, dozens of business families began to collapse and were acquired.

One of the four major families that had been arranging for decades was destroyed. The other three were sold for one dollar in order to protect themselves, only to apologize.

Today, the largest owl in Yanjing and even northern Xinjiang in the last era is Lin Huo, who is as famous as Lafayette.

He was even forced to take the clan up and down, kneel down in front of the grave of a younger generation, and keep the spirit for seven days.

This…

There are some big figures hiding in the dark in Yanjing.

Some old foxes who have become fine.

Hajime counts one as one, concealing their sharpness and shrinking to a corner.

Don't dare to breathe out in this important moment, for fear that Chi Yu will be hit by the final big liquidation.

The commercial vehicle drove slowly to Junlin Garden.

Lin Xiao was sitting in the back seat, smoking a cigarette without a bite, swallowing the clouds, reading the news, watching the hot discussion on the Internet, and jokingly said: "Haozi, you said that if I kill the Xiao family all at once, Yanjing Will it turn the sky upside down?"

Xu Hao spared his head and opened his mouth with a smile, "I'm afraid everyone in Yanjing is in danger."

"That's interesting."

Lin Xiao took a deep breath. Just when the TV was about to be turned off, a piece of news caught his attention. After reading it, his expression became playful, "Interesting, interesting."

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