Just when Chen Yuangang and Mo Ru hadn't taken two steps, they were about to withdraw from the state in the "Daqian Vision", when they finally had the opportunity to observe the door, he suddenly saw a very subtle line.

This line was like silk, shooting behind him at an extremely fast speed, but there was no spiritual power fluctuation, and Chen Yuan had never seen it.

Subconsciously, he turned his head with this line, and saw that the line was connected to Mo Xianxian's corpse, and the position of the heart in the corpse suddenly lit up with a red light, followed by an electronic sound like "drop".

He immediately thought of something, Chen Yuan's face changed drastically in an instant, and he suddenly pushed Mo Ru towards the Mo family, and the "Ling Bo Weibu" instinctively worked, and reflexively rushed towards Wang Bin, who was still smiling bitterly.

"Put down and run!"

The few policemen who were about to put Mo Xian's corpse into the body bag were stunned for a moment, and then their faces changed drastically, and they were about to put down the strange corpse in their hands.

But it's too late.

With a loud bang, Mo Xianxian's corpse began to explode from the heart position, and the black blood and fire immediately engulfed all the surrounding policemen, and before they even had time to scream, several policemen flew backwards and smashed into the center of the hall in a moment.

And Chen Yuan only had time to go down to Wang Bin, and he didn't have time to think about it when he was so angry in his heart that he covered Wang Bin's ears and immediately turned back.

"Roar!"

A loud roar erupted from Chen Yuan's mouth, and the aftermath of the explosion was stopped, and the flames and black blood of the stump were finally not blown to the rear.

But in the field, only Mo Shaohui reacted and asked everyone in the Mo family to cover their ears, and everyone by the door turned pale with Chen Yuan's roar, and the seven orifices slowly oozing blood and fell to the ground one after another.

Fortunately, Chen Yuan's roar was facing the explosion in front of him, otherwise the people in the field would lose half their lives if they didn't die.

After the momentum of the explosion finally subsided, Chen Yuan looked back at the policemen who fell to the ground with a calm face.

Their faces and bodies were already charred, and the heaving of their chests slowly calmed down, most of them dead.

He put down Wang Bin, whose face was still extremely pale, and silently walked to the front of several policemen, looking at the faces of several people who could no longer distinguish their facial features, the anger in his heart was burning.

But the fire behind him became more and more vigorous, and he couldn't take care of the corpses of several policemen for the time being, so he stepped on the "Ling Bo microstep" and quickly walked to the gate.

He broke a wooden chair into pieces and took a longer one and tugged at the black silk on the door.

But soon, the broken wood on his hands became extremely black, and the other side of the sharp edge also became rotten, and the black silk on the door did not diminish at all.

The heat had reached his back, and he looked back at the fire that was beginning to spread in this direction, and his heart sank, and a look of fortitude appeared on his face.

The next moment, he turned his whole body's spiritual power into twelve points, took off the armband and put it in his pocket, and a powerful feeling spread throughout his body.

But he didn't have time to savor it, he took off his shirt, and his body covered by the "Golden Bell Jar" and "Iron Cloth Shirt" showed a faint gold.

Set up his fist, and the "Seven Wounds Fist" roared and struck hard at the weak spot of the black silk in Chen Yuan's eyes.

"Knock", "knock", "knock......

The sound of heavy collisions resounded in the hall, forming an eerie symphony with the crackling of the flames.

And the corners of Chen Yuan's mouth kept oozing blood, and every punch he made was one more point.

His originally golden fist began to be dyed black little by little, but Chen Yuan's whole person was as majestic as an iron cast, without the slightest wavering, and kept repeating

Punch and close the punch.

The move used is also the "Seven Injuries General Decision" that Chen Yuan is not yet proficient in, and it is the last move for the "Seven Injuries Fist", which is powerful and powerful, but it is also the most hurtful.

But it's not about people, Chen Yuan doesn't need to think too much, just blast away the obstacles in front of him.

Bursts of spiritual power spread from the place where Chen Yuan bombarded to all directions, but fortunately, Chen Yuan controlled it and didn't let these aftermaths bring too much lethality, but it still shocked the injured people around them to turn more and more pale.

The people who were shocked by the sound wave were speechless, and could only look at Chen Yuan in a daze, their faces full of pain.

In their eyes, there is hope, incomprehension, emotion, and hatred.

Everyone's lives are now pinched on this big boy who still looks green on his face, but the scars all over his body keep telling the people around him about the big boy's not simple experience.

I don't know how long it took, the fire got bigger and bigger, and Chen Yuan's boxing was getting faster and faster, his eyes were already blood-red, and his mouth and chest were full of blood from the "Seven Wounds Fist", which was already faintly black.

Finally, in a very abrupt "click", the black silk in that place was blasted by Chen Yuansheng, and the blackened door frame was pierced by Chen Yuan effortlessly.

Chen Yuan looked at the hole in front of him, grabbed the edge with both hands, and pushed forward fiercely with all the strength of his body and twelve points of spiritual power.

The sound of clanging exploded, and the door collapsed in less than a minute, and the fresh air immediately rushed into the hall, which also blew down the scorching air brought by the fire, and everyone suddenly felt a sense of coolness.

But the next moment, the fire that encountered fresh oxygen suddenly jumped and spread and burned at a faster speed, and the heat wave hit the face again.

Chen Yuan didn't stop, he tore his clothes in half on the ground, wrapped his hands that had been completely blackened, turned around and ran towards the fire, with the blessing of "Ling Bo Weibu", he turned into a remnant of the Dao, and kept going back and forth outside the door and inside the hall.

One by one, he moved out of the door, and after a while, the entire hall was empty.

His face was no longer solemn, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking for the source of the line that had just shot out by the door, and soon, he found a small remote control with yellow buttons by the door, picked it up, and put it on Wang Bin, who was already unconscious.

Then he looked at the people with complicated looks in their eyes, and after making sure that there was nothing else strange, he turned his head and walked towards the Mo family who had begun to recover.

Mo Sheng and the others were in the middle before, and they didn't receive much from the aftermath of Chen Yuan's boxing, but now they recovered the fastest, but the old lady had already passed out again, which made their hearts full of worry.

Seeing Chen Yuan walking towards them, Mo Ru reluctantly supported himself and wanted to stand up, and then meet him.

But Chen Yuan shook his head slightly, the black on his hand had slowly climbed to his forearm, and it was estimated that after a while, it would crawl along his elbow to his shoulder, and then spread all over his body.

Mo Ru seemed to know something, her already bloodless face turned even paler, she wanted to say something, but she was first shocked by the sound waves, and then her throat was scorched by the smoke of the heat wave, and she had to cough constantly.

Chen Yuan smiled and said to her softly, "It's okay, don't worry. ”

But the color of despair in Mo Ru's eyes grew more and more, and she saw the black on Chen Yuan's arm, slowly climbing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and getting faster and faster.

Chen Yuan also noticed this with Mo Ru's eyes, and then looked down, only then did he realize that his hands were no longer perceptual.

Laughing at himself, Chen Yuan muttered, "Heh, it's actually planted here." ”

As he spoke, in the eyes of everyone who were different, Chen Yuan slowly fell down.

Looking at the blue sky farther and farther away, and hearing the shouts in his ears, Chen Yuan smiled happily.

Time passed slowly, and a week had passed since the commotion of Moru's funeral.

It may be because of the deterrence of the Mo family, it may be because it is too embarrassing to mention it, or it may be that the figure of the young man is imprinted in everyone's minds.

I don't know why, but no one said a word except for that fire.

But everyone in Xihe City knows that the son-in-law of the Mo family has no news again.

In the main hall of the Mo family's mansion, the old lady sat on a solid wooden chair carved by Huanghuali, with a square table in front of him.

Is she sitting on Mo Sheng, flanked by Mo Shaohui and Mo Wencheng.

The withered hand slowly withdrew from Mo Sheng's body, holding a jade cube on it.

"Kujo. ”

didn't look at it, the old lady touched the bottom of the mahjong and played out.

When the words were closed, Mo Wencheng gave Mo Shaohui a look, and Mo Shaohui immediately said "touch".

After taking Jiujo back into his hand, Mo Shaohui punched out a four-cake sheet, and then looked at the old lady a little absent-mindedly.

And the old lady's eyebrows raised, she knew that the second child was going to send her away.

Judging from the cards on the field, she is the only one who wants the tube, but Mo Sheng on the opposite side is obviously doing all the same, and there are all cylinders in front of him, Mo Shaohui and Mo Wencheng are all grabbing the sticks for some reason, and they give the old lady the opportunity to make the tube.

At this moment, if the old lady doesn't leave, it is estimated that there will be another circle of Mo Sheng, and he will draw his own cards.

But the old lady didn't eat the four cakes, although she understood that the situation was urgent, and she also knew what Mo Shaohui meant, but the dignity of being the head of the Mo family did not allow her to accept Mo Shaohui's fire.

With a light snort, the old lady said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Shao Hui has been very kind recently, he often stays at home, is the business okay over there?"

As she spoke, she took one from Mo Sheng's side again, rubbing her fingers against the bottom of the card, and her face did not change.

Seeing that the old lady didn't accept that he fired the cannon, Mo Shaohui didn't have any slander, and said with a smile: "The business is very good, there is no problem, the Wang Bureau has been investigating a lot recently, and I have sent all the dishonest ones as gifts, and Ah Shui is not small, it's time to learn something, and it's no big problem to hand it over to him." ”

The old lady nodded, this time she didn't play the card, but took it back and inserted it into her own card, and said to Mo Sheng: "Sheng'er, your business over there is okay? Xiaoru still doesn't want to come back?"

As she spoke, she tapped her thin fingers on the square table, which was also carved from rosewood, and some dull sounds sounded on the table.

"The business is very good, but there is some trouble overseas, and it is estimated that it will take years to deal with it. Mo Sheng said lightly, but his eyes kept staring at his cards, "Ru'er is still like that, guarding that kid every day, it's useless to say anything." ”

Speaking of this, Mo Sheng's heart sank slightly, and he remembered the three tickets he gave to Mo Ru before, which had expired for three days.

The old lady still didn't play the cards, but none of the three urged her.

Hearing Mo Sheng's words, she said with some regret: "Hey, what a young man, I don't know if I can go home for the New Year." ”

After saying that, she looked up at the window, and the goose-feathered snow kept falling, as if it was trying to cover everything.

The three of them were also a little silent, the young man's upper body, the picture of smiling with blood was like yesterday, and he was about to open his mouth when he heard the old lady say two words lightly.

"Self-drawing. ”