1192 Now is not the time to grieve

Jin Feng watched quietly, his eyes did not blink, for fear that in the blink of an eye, Xia Ding would disappear.

The rain on his face kept dripping down and dripping into his mouth, which was a little salty and bitter.

That's what tears tasted like.

"You pressed me for my own good. I know. ”

"You are pushing me up for the dignity of Shenzhou, and you also want to help me turn into a dragon, I know ......"

"I cleaned up the Li family, and you didn't interfere in Ceylon, which proves that you are in favor...... I know ......"

"After returning to China for so long, you don't look for me, just wait for me to come to you...... I know ...... too."

"I should have come a long time ago. ”

"I should have come a long time ago. ”

"I know you want that, I know, I know ......"

Jin Feng looked at Xia Ding quietly, tears bursting out of his eyes.

The eighty-year-old man in front of him was lying quietly, and Jin Feng watched silently.

There are many things that want to be told to each other, but they have long been separated by heaven and earth.

Now I am thinking about it in the air, but it is a strange way of yin and yang.

Jin Feng closed his eyes in pain, his face twisted in pain, and his heart ached.

Eighty years of dominating the situation, the history of the merit, the name of the eternal.

Xia Ding, it's gone!

Even if a person dies, everyone thinks that there will be such a day.

But when such a day actually comes, no one can accept it.

Everyone is looking forward to Xia Ding living for a few more years, but when this day comes, people, how eager people are......

Xia Ding...... It would be nice to live even one more day!

The one hundred and seven-year-old man bowed down to everything, worked hard, and worked hard.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Jin Feng bit his lip tightly, trying not to let himself cry.

The ground was covered with a large pool of stagnant water, and it was cold to the bone.

"Xia Lao...... What are his last words?"

Jin Feng asked in a trembling voice, his voice choked with sadness.

No one in the old house responded to Jin Feng.

Xia Ding's personal disciples, a total of seven people, stood silently behind Xia Yuzhou......

Cao Yangzhao and Xiahou Jichi stood quietly behind Xia Yuzhou......

Everyone was unaware of Jin Feng's words.

I don't know how much time passed, Xia Yuzhou, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly raised his head, but he didn't look at Jin Feng, his face was solemn, and he said with tears in his eyes: "No." ”

Jin Feng closed his eyes, snorted, and nodded slightly.

Xia Yuzhou slowly came down under the support of Xiahou Jichi, his strands trembled, looked at Xia Ding quietly, and hissed.

"Father. Little brute, I've come to see you. ”

"Your hated little beast has come to see you. ”

Xia Ding's seven disciples looked sad and stood quietly.

Xiahou Jichi and Cao Yangzhao bowed their heads silently and said nothing.

Zhang Chengtian sat on the chair and lowered his eyes, Zhang Ling quietly looked up at Jin Feng, and suddenly shrank back in fright.

Jin Feng stood quietly in place, his face gloomy, black and terrifying.

The corners of Xia Yuzhou's mouth trembled, his old face twitched, and he whimpered: "Father, you have been taught by different people since you were a child, your body is as healthy as iron, and you have learned Taoism to maintain health, and you have a deep blessing......

"Zhang Tingyu and Zhang Chengtian, the two Dao Venerables, personally criticized your father, and your old Shouyuan can live to be at least one hundred and ten years old......"

"Meeting this little beast in front of you has saved you three years. ”

"Father, your heroic spirit is not far away, watching from the sky, how this little beast has been retributed. ”

Jin Feng quietly looked at Xia Ding, whose corpse was already cold, gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes were cold, and he didn't move.

"Get the little brute out!"

Xia Yuzhou coldly called out four words, and his voice was terrible, like a ghost call.

Jin Fengping took a step back calmly, silently bowed deeply to Xia Ding, let go of the bleeding lower lip, and said softly: "You are eternal, go all the way." ”

Mu Ran turned around and walked out step by step.

Xia Ding's seven disciples bowed their heads and were silent, their faces murderous.

Xiahou Jichi and Cao Yangzhao stood solemnly, their faces also full of grief and indignation.

No one stood up to send Jin Feng.

Only Luo Ting couldn't bear it, and gently stepped forward half a step, but he retreated back and hung his head gloomily.

Coming out of the old house, on the corridor, dozens of Xia Ding's disciples and grandchildren were quietly lined up, looking at Jin Feng coldly.

The murderous aura and anger in his eyes hit Jin Feng's body without concealment, beating Jin Feng to a thousand holes.

Huang Guanyang looked straight at Jin Feng, his old tears were crissling, and his face was distorted and deformed.

From the moment Jin Feng entered the old house, the rain in the sky was surprisingly light, and when Jin Feng came out, the rain became heavy again.

The rainstorm hit Jin Feng's body, Jin Feng didn't know it, moved his steps to the front yard step by step, and walked out of the patio step by step.

The fourth-generation great-great-grandsons of Xia Ding's lineage stood a pair every five meters, full of vegetarianism, and ignored Jin Feng.

Thunder and lightning thundered in the sky, and the ground shone like day.

Outside the door, Jin Feng looked left and right blankly, only to feel that he was the only one left between heaven and earth.

A black umbrella silently came up from behind Jin Feng, covering the sky above Jin Feng's head.

Fan Qingzhu, who was dressed in a black suit, stood quietly behind Jin Feng, letting the icy rain drench his whole body.

"Your car was towed away. ”

"Let's get in my car and go. ”

Jin Feng shivered and lit a cigarette, his rain-soaked hands on the cigarette holder. The smoke was inhaled in the mouth, but it was bitter like never before.

Jin Feng couldn't help coughing, bent down slightly, and whispered thank you to Fan Qingzhu.

Take the first step and walk alone in the miserable wind and rain.

Under the lonely street lamp, Fan Qingzhu's body was shattered by the raindrops, and he stood silently, with a touch of sadness on his jade face.

Silently turned around and quickly caught up with Jin Feng's footsteps.

A man and a woman, one in front of the other, walked silently.

Several luxury cars drove at the gate of the prince's mansion, Zeng Zimo and Wang Xiaoxin got out of the car one after another, listened to the words of the guards on duty, and hurriedly got into the car to catch up with Jin Feng who was far away.

The lonely long street, with no end in sight, under the high street lamp, a group of mosquitoes who are not afraid of death bite the lampshade densely, and they are quickly beaten into dust by the rain.

The water that had reached ankle high was crushed by the cars and spread quickly to the sidewalk.

There is a dark curtain under the dense trees, like walking on the Huangquan Road leading to the Ghost Gate, eerie and terrifying.

"I know you're sad, the death of the old ancestor has nothing to do with you, don't listen to Xia Yuzhou's words......"

"You've done a great job. The ancestors admired you in their hearts. ”

"You did everything that the ancestor wanted to do and didn't dare to do. ”

"Now is not the time for grief. ”

Jin Feng ...... You heard I ......"

The wind and rain all the way blew away Fan Qingzhu's umbrella, and the torrential rain was like a dense bullet blown by the wind on Fan Qingzhu's face, and it hurt.

Catching up with Jin Feng's pace, the expensive Givenchy women's shoes were dripping in the water one foot deep and one foot shallow, stumbling all the way.

Locks of soaked hair hung down on her delicate face, and misty eyes were covered with tears.

"Jin Feng, now is not the time for you to be sad...... It's not ......"

"You have to think about taking over your ancestor's class now. ”

"Pick him up at his place. ”

Jin Feng still ignored and walked forward silently.

Fan Qingzhu walked quickly behind Jin Feng and shouted loudly.

"This is the best chance!"

"This is the best chance to realize the revenge in your heart. ”

"It's too late, it's too late!"

Jin Feng stopped, slowly turned around, and gently stared at Fan Qingzhu.

The girl in front of her is undressed and unadorned, and she is heart-wrenchingly beautiful.

"Why should I take his shift?"

"Why can't you take over?"

"Can you find someone more suitable than you?"

"Do you know how many people are staring at this position right now?"

"How many people are busy with this position tonight?"

"And ...... How many people were calculating this position many years ago?"

Jin Feng smiled lightly, shook his head slightly, and turned to leave.

Fan Qingzhu grabbed Jin Feng's wrist and cried, "Do you have to give up on yourself?"

"Are you still the old gold thief who collected rags?"

"Where have your courage, your pride, your arrogance, and your ferocity gone?"

"All eaten by dogs?"

Jin Feng turned his head angrily, pointed at Fan Qingzhu and shouted, "I don't want this position." I'm not unfamiliar with this position. ”

"Lao Tzu Jin Feng disdains to sit in this position!"

"What do I Jin Feng want to do, I don't need you Fan Qingzhu to teach me. ”

"You can't teach me!"

"You!"

"Get out!"

The roar as fierce as a night owl made Fan Qingzhu tremble, and the eyes of the wolf Gu at night hit Fan Qingzhu's body, and it was immediately cold to the bone marrow.

Fan Qingzhu looked at Jin Feng in a daze, tears rolled down, and he drifted away, withering and withering like a lily destroyed by a rainstorm.

Fan Qingzhu looked at Jin Feng with a painful heart, looked at Jin Feng, whose face was deformed in pain, and cried and said, "If you don't sit, it will be messy." ”

His body trembled, and his voice whimpered: "You don't sit up...... The person who sits on it will not let you go. ”

"You've offended too many people. ”

"Jin Feng ......"

"Even if there is an old god of war to protect you, how long can he protect you?"

"You're going to be torn to shreds by them. ”

Fan Qingzhu bent down and shouted these words with all the strength of his body, his delicate body trembled rhythmlessly, tears like rain, and his heart and liver were pulled.

Silently looking at the tall and slender girl in front of him, Jin Feng's heart tingled inexplicably, and he smiled miserably. ()

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