Mo Guang and the three evil slaves were so frightened that they rolled out of the Mowang Mansion.

At this time, Mo Daming came from the street, and looked at the appearance of several people fleeing in the desert, and his brows were furrowed.

Mo Daming is Mo Guang's eldest brother, but Mo Guang is a concubine, and he is a lot shorter than Mo Daming in terms of identity.

"What are you doing? Panicked, no body at all. My dad is about to become the king of ink, you'd better be honest with me, don't make a mess!"

Mo Daming was high and taught Mo Guang a lesson in the tone of a lesson.

Mo Guang was extremely resentful in his heart, and secretly scolded: Bastard, your father is also my father, if you don't admit it, he is also my father!

Scolding in his heart, he had to laugh on the surface.

"Yes, second brother, I know. ”

Seeing that Mo Guang was so submissive, Mo Daming's voice softened a little. Even if he didn't want to admit this younger brother in his heart, the two were also half-siblings and could not be changed.

"Who hit you with a broken head and bleeding?"

He can bully Mo Guang, and he will never allow others to bully him, this is a matter of dignity.

"Yes......" Mo Guang lowered his head, feeling very ashamed, and was embarrassed to say it. It's a shame to be beaten like this by a fool!

Looking at the Mo Wang's Mansion not far away, Mo Daming seemed to understand, with a disdainful expression.

"You can't be beaten up by a waste and a fool, right?"

"Count...... At last...... Isn't it!" Ink Guang's face was hot, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

A wave of anger arose in Murdamin's heart, "You are useless, but waste and fools cannot touch you. Go and watch how I clean them up!"

Mowangfu is antique, majestic and majestic, and the three brilliant characters of "Mowangfu" on the plaque represent the great glory of Mowangfu. However, it seemed very glaring to Murdamin, and it was decided to destroy it.

"In the future, this will no longer be the Mo King's Mansion! My father will soon become the Mo King, there will be a new palace, and I will change this place into a horse breeding pen. ”

Whoosh, he jumped suddenly, this leap was more than three meters high, and kicked on the plaque of the palace.

With a bang, the plaque broke in two and fell down with a thumping and piercing falling sound.

Mo Daming's five-grade martial soul immortal crane, this kind of martial soul belongs to the speed-type martial soul, which has a divine effect on cultivating light martial arts.

Just now he jumped, the white crane flashed its wings, very graceful and chic, and the explosiveness was also very strong.

The strong of the Eastern Continent are respected, and the martial arts are prosperous. There are ten levels of martial arts cultivation, martial apprentices, samurai, martial artists, and generals......

From low to high, climbing the peak of martial arts is like mountaineering, step by step.

Each level is divided into nine sub-levels. Mo Daming was seventeen years old, and he had cultivated to the fifth level of a warrior, and his speed and explosiveness were already terrifying.

"Who is so presumptuous and dares to destroy the plaque of the Mo Wang's Mansion?" Mo Yunfei was shocked, looked at his younger brother, and limped towards the door of the mansion. I just sent away a plague god, why is there another one?

"Rubbish roll over here!" Murdame was domineering, like a master calling a slave.

Before he reached the door of the mansion, hearing Mo Daming's shout, Mo Yunfan's legs trembled and he took a step back.

"Why should I listen to you?"

"Even you two lowly guys dare to hit Moguang. I'm going to torture you and you're starting to doubt life!"

Mo Guang followed behind and said viciously: "You are determined to die this time, my second brother will not let you go." ”

At this time, Mo Yunfan's eyes were clear, looking at the trembling crowd, he showed surprise, as if he was frightened.

"Brother, why are you so tall?"

"Ah! you ...... Who are you, and where are my little sisters?"

Three years is enough to change many people and things, they are the age of growing their bodies, and the maids have changed from young to slim, convex and backward!

And he woke up and remembered three years ago. Looking around the once lively and glorious Mowang Mansion, which was already desolate like a tomb, his heart was indescribably shocked and desolate!

"Less...... The young master ......, "A few maids, pear blossoms bring rain, and they can't cry."

The eyes they looked at the young master changed from shocked and cold to clear, and their hearts rose and fell.

When the young master's eyes were calm and clear like a clear lake, his heart settled. When they looked at him frightened, their expressions were particularly confused, and many vivid memories of the past came to their hearts, but with an indescribable sourness.

What a good young master, from being admired and envied by others to being spurned by others, being scolded as a fool and a waste. When they thought of this, they all felt sorry for the young master and felt aggrieved for him!

"You're finally awake!" Mo Yunfei didn't care about Mo Daming and the others, stumbled back, hugged him tightly, and cried.

Three years, three whole years! He lived in oppressive pain, and could not accept that his brother had changed from a genius to a fool.

He has a mediocre martial spirit, even if others call him a waste, he won't be too angry.

But his younger brother used to be amazing! The younger brother became stupid, and was insulted by the teenagers who once pursued him, his heart was like a knife, he hated the injustice of the world, and he was angry with the world!

Mo Yunfan only saw the growth of others, but he didn't see himself. In fact, his height is about the same as Mo Yunfei.

He looked like an older brother, patting Mo Yunfei on the back to soothe.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, I'm nothing. With me, everything will be fine!"

With me, everything will be fine! Mo Yunfan often said a simple and unpretentious word, but it evoked many heartwarming memories of the maids.

Mo Daming's heart trembled slightly: What fool woke up! What can he do when he wakes up? He was left aside by everyone, grateful that his dignity had been trampled on by them.

"Hahaha, fool, you're finally awake! He shouted loudly, venting the unhappiness in his heart.

Mo Yunfei's heart trembled violently, and then he remembered that there was still a bastard in front of him, so he hurriedly let go of Mo Yunfan and took a few steps forward.

"You...... It's so hateful! It's obvious that the ink light has bullied us, but you have come to ask us about our sins, and the deception is too great!"

"Wastes like you deserve to live on your stomach in the world, to live as lowly as dogs. The ink light insults you, and you endure it. If you move him, you will be punished!"

"Damn, you will be damned!"

How could Murdamin not be angry when he was so domineering and rude. Mo Yunfei's lungs were about to be blown up!

Mo Yunfan's fists were clenched tightly, his nails were pinched like flesh, and his anger was almost spurting out of his eyes.

"Usually, they bully us like this?"

The three maids wept and nodded, they had endured too much humiliation! But they were too helpless, and persuaded them: "Young master, bear with it!"

"This is Mo Daming, more ruthless than Mo Guang!"

"I'll count three times, roll over to me, lick the mud off my shoes, and I'll spare you this time!" Murdamin smiled wickedly, his eyes full of playfulness.

Mo Guang and several evil slaves began to laugh wickedly.

"Lick the mud off our feet too, like dogs!

Mo Yunfan's steps were heavy, and he walked over step by step, hating to crush the ground. Seeing the plaque of the palace on the ground, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he wanted to freeze the whole world.

The plaque of the Mowang Mansion is the glory of the Mowang Mansion, and if someone comes to destroy it, it is an insult and disrespect to the ancestors. Those who insult their ancestors, even if they chase the poor and fall into the Yellow Spring, they will be killed!

"The fool came over just right, come here, the two of you have one shoe each, like a dog and lick it clean for me, I will let you go today!"

When Mo Daming saw Mo Yunfan's bloody head and bloody face, he felt a little better, and felt that his useless brother was not too much of a loss.

"Get out!"

Mo Yunfan drank lowly. This rolling word is full of endless coldness and anger.

Although he really wanted to kill the bastard in front of him, after killing someone, his relatives would inevitably be retaliated against. He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of affecting his relatives. They are already very miserable, accompany themselves, suffer all kinds of humiliation, how can he not think about them!

Mo Daming was slightly stunned, feeling the other party's anger, like the smell of hell.

However, he quickly calmed down, his face showed a fierce look, and he suddenly released the Immortal Crane Martial Spirit. A crane with white feathers and shining with the glory of the moon hovered above his head.

Unleash the martial spirit, and people of similar rank can probe the opponent's martial soul.

When he investigated, he found that Mo Yunfan's martial soul was gone, and he immediately laughed arrogantly again.

"A fool, a fool, even the martial soul is gone, and he still speaks wildly. Fool, I'm telling you, you're not only stupid, you're a piece of trash. But it's an arrogant garbage!"

"I'll say it again, get out of here!"

Mo Yunfan is confident and determined, and his resolute face is full of domineering and cold.

"How old are you, I'll torture you, and you're starting to doubt life!" was shouted out by a waste and fool one after another, and Murdamin was annoyed and ashamed. Suddenly, the figure flickered, and he rushed over.

Immediately after a flash of cold light, he had an extra dagger in his hand and stabbed at Mo Yunfan's throat.

Mo Yunfan didn't move, and when he moved, he was like a dragon going out to sea, quickly turned sideways, turned over and grabbed his wrist. A pull and a push quickly dissipated his strength, and then kicked him in the stomach.

Bang!

Murdamin flew out like a kite with a broken string. Bang, slammed out the door!

"You call me rubbish, but I beat me to vomit blood, aren't you even more rubbish. I repeat, get out of here, or I'll torture you and start doubting life!"