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Before leaving, he didn't forget to loot Fang Yi's belongings. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Fang Yi's eyes were always wide and staring ahead, and his body fell to the ground obliquely, he couldn't believe that his life was so casual, what should have been a brilliant future was shattered by someone he didn't know. The short knife that shattered his dreams was still placed in his chest, and he was unwilling to hold it in a posture that he wanted to pull out, and on the knife pier, there was a round character "Lang" engraved on it. The autumn wind blew, and his long hair covered his unblinding eyes, leaving only the bare blade still glowing in the moonlight.

Lang Yiyuan bypassed the other side of the lobby this time, expecting something to gain, while Liang Ping was lucky, finding the account room without any effort and touching it, easily stunning the night watchman and then starting to ransack.

"Hahaha, good you Fang Lao'er, just a Fang family's account office, you have such a big asset, you are almost tired of catching up with Zhang Ying's cats, but you still have to cheap me, most of these belongings can be regarded as snatched from the Lang family, and now they are handed over to me to return to their original owners, and the name is justified, hehehe." ”

He took out the snakeskin pouch he had prepared and began to pull jade baht out of the counter. Then he ran to the other side and found gold and jewels in another cabinet.

"Wow Ka good thing. He simply poured out all the jade baht and began to hold gold, but he felt that the gold was too heavy, and only loaded it with jewelry. Lang Yi walked further and further, and faintly heard a quarrel. He was subconsciously a little nervous, wanting to avoid the room, but he never wanted to get closer and closer without knowing the direction, but when he arrived at the house, he was startled, and hurriedly wanted to leave before the people in the house found out.

"This Fang family is really big, I'm lost all around, I'd better hurry up and find Grandpa Liang." He was just about to leave when he heard another quarrel in the house, and he heard it clearly, and he was stunned again.

"What's so good about that woman, it's worth thinking about you so much, you've been guarding her for more than ten years, you love her so much, but what good things has she done? Ran away with someone else! Xie Wenwan! Xie Wenwan! This name should always be remembered, but you should hate him, it is this cheap name that makes you laugh at others everywhere now, and makes you become like this, that cheap woman should be ridden by thousands of people and ride thousands of people to die well! I will burn that painting for you today, and keeping it will only be a disaster for our family!"

"No, Dad, what do you want me to rely on without it!"

"Stinky boy, you've lost all my old face!"

Lang Yiyuan was once again controlled by impulse, he pulled out another knife from his waist and flew into the room. "Click. The wooden door was completely kicked to pieces, and the people in the house were taken aback, and Lang Yiyuan stared at the three people opposite him gloomily after landing on the ground.

"Who was insulting my mother just now?"

Fang Ying didn't care about his question, and scolded with the strength of the wine: "Where did the little thief come from, dare to break into my house at night, don't you want to live?" Lang Yiyuan heard his voice, and his eyes turned to him suddenly.

"It's you!" he stabbed with his knife.

"Little thief, do you want to hurt me with this little cultivation?" Fang Ying held the altar in his left hand, circled his palm in his right hand, and was about to move forward to meet the attack, but he knew that the qi and blood in his abdomen were tumbling, and his whole body suddenly became weak, and he forcibly operated, and as a result, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Come on!"

Lang Yiyuan's knife slashed Fang Ying's palm and pierced his clothes, and the tip of the knife was embedded in the thick fat of his abdomen. Qiu Yan stood closer, and when she saw this, she hurriedly hugged Fang Ying's waist and pulled him back for a distance. The knife left a hole in Fang Ying's belly.

"Dad!! rat dares!" Fang Qi rushed forward, blocking Fang Ying in front of him and stretching his leg to kick Lang Yiyuan over, who knew that this kick went out soft and couldn't use his strength at all, but was hooked by Lang Yiyuan's ankle with a low body, put him on the ground, and then stepped on his chest. "Why do you want to insult my mother?!" This time, the three people on the other side had the heart to listen to him. But everyone was surprised.

"What? Your mother! Who is your mother? This is the Fang family, where did the bastard come from!" Although Fang Ying was injured, his mouth was still unforgiving. In the end, Fang Qi was the first to react, staring at the man in black in front of him with an incredulous gaze.

"You... You said that Xie Wenwan is your mother, you are her son, she and Lang Yuxin's son?!" Lang Yiyuan looked at him and nodded slightly. "You are the son of that woman, what are you doing here? Haha, do you mean that you want to get justice for your mother, you are not afraid that you will not be able to get out of this courtyard, where is that, let her come back to serve my son!" Lang Yiyuan raised a foot and kicked Fang Ying's face, his smiling face suddenly became ugly. The blade approached Fang Ying's face again, and this time he stopped smiling, and stepped back with his hands tremblingly, sweat dripping down his face, and the wine suddenly woke up. Fang Qi, who was stepped on by Lang Yiyuan, hugged his leg all of a sudden, but to Lang Yiyuan's surprise, the other party did not make a fuss or beg for mercy, but came up and asked him very eagerly: "How is your mother now?"

"Mother has gone, very early. When Fang Qi heard this, it seemed that his heart had aged a lot in an instant, and he had lost his faith, and even the hands that were holding Lang Yiyuan's legs seemed so weak. Lang Yiyuan didn't want to look him head-on anymore, but inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the painting on the wall, and the person in the painting was waving to him.

"Mother。。。。。。 ”

He walked over and stroked the painting, feeling the soft gaze of the man in the painting.

"So you're here。。。。。。 Fang Ying wanted to scold again, but was appeased by Qiu Yan, warned him that his injury was serious, don't be angry, and then looked at the scene in front of him with tears in his eyes.

"Wen Wan, how did she die?"

"Mother's death is because of my birth, because of my father, because of the Lang family, because of the Fang family, because of you. ”

Fang Qi listened, lowered his head, but his mood gradually calmed down. "You go, I won't stop you, thank you for coming. ”

"I'm going to take this painting with me. ”

"Okay, take it with you, and your mother should leave. ”

Lang Yiyuan took off the painting and wrapped it around it with a ribbon. Fang Ying finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Come on, arrest this thief for me!" Soon, more than a dozen people gathered outside the house. Fang Ying's roar naturally reached Liang Ping's ears in the account room, and he was so frightened that even the boiled jewelry in his hand that he was about to stuff into his pocket fell to the ground.

"No, I've been found so soon, I have to hurry up. He pushed open the door and heard a commotion of many people heading in one direction. "Hmm?!Could it be that Xiaoyuan was caught, not good!"

He was about to think about how to save him, when he saw a man in black poking his head from a corner not far away, and saw the red tail standing in front of him, and was stunned for a moment. Chiwei subconsciously thought that Lang Yiyuan had escaped, so he hurriedly waved at him and climbed over the wall first. The man in black hesitated for a moment, then followed.

Lang Yiyuan was now standing in the courtyard, looking around indifferently, holding a painting in his left hand and a knife in his right hand. He struck first, kicked over one person and rolled over the other, cutting the leg of one person, who sat on the ground, and Lang Yiyuan stepped on himself to get into the air, kicking down several more people. There were only a few people in the crowd who hadn't eaten the fruit, and they still had the ability to fight him, and Lang Yiyuan tried not to hurt their lives in the process of dodging.

Slowly, it started to rain.

In order to protect the painting from getting wet, Lang Yiyuan was accidentally hit by a stick, and the scroll flew out of his hand, and some of it was thrown out. Lang Yiyuan swung his knife angrily and stabbed the man in the shoulder, blood splattering. He ran over and covered the painting below with his body, and was greeted by the equally angry men. He saw that the unfolded painting belonged to the lower part, and the ground originally painted on the painting had been stained with rain, and the ink was disturbed, but the painting did not lose its brilliance, and in the eyes of Lang Yiyuan and Fang Qi, the current Xie Wenwan was like standing on the clouds.

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