'I eat more salt than you eat. “

Every time I heard this sentence, the horse pole had to sigh, how heavy this bite was, and it was salty enough. But this time, Ma Gan really saw what it means to eat more salt than food.

When the old man Nangong came to the ancestral hall, and everyone was condemning the old man Nangong Yi, the old man said: "I asked him to do this." ”

Those uncles were all stunned, and when the old man of Nangong asked the fifth lady to help him sit on the mahogany chair representing the head of the family, these uncles were still whispering, and they didn't know what was going on.

The old man of Nangong raised his head, and did not look at those uncles, but looked at the horse pole with his arms around his arms and his face covered from a distance, and the horse pole stood in the corner like an ordinary guard, although he was covered, it was not very conspicuous. Even so, Old Man Nangong didn't feel that he was free at all.

How to deal with the horse pole, the old man is still thinking of other ways, and now he wants everyone to understand that he is still a mountain of the Nangong family, and before he dies, whatever happens, he will solve it.

"Nangong De is dead?"

This sentence seemed to be asking, and it was also like a statement, and those people from the family below waited for the old man Nangong to speak, and they were quiet all of a sudden.

"In your eyes, is Nangong De already the head of the family?"

After the old man Nangong finished speaking, he glanced down with a stern gaze, and the uncles and the other sons of the old man Nangong did not dare to look at the old man Nangong. The old man Nangong wanted to speak, but he couldn't help coughing.

The fifth lady hurriedly handed over the tea, and the old man Nangong put the tea on the ground and shouted: "I'm not dead yet!" ”

Although the old man Nangong is shocking the family, he also regrets it a little in his heart, he doesn't particularly value the third child, the thirteen sons, he can only pick out the third child from it, in his eyes, the others are more rice buckets.

But he didn't expect that the eighth child who thought he was a waste could actually kill the third child, and when he was looking at it just now, his son, who had never paid attention to him, didn't even avoid his gaze, nor did he look at each other. The gaze was flat, it was quiet thinking, judging from the experience of the old man Nangong, the old thirteen was preparing to take advantage of this change in the family to do something for himself?

At this moment, the big bear walked in, and the uncles stood up nervously, and those elite soldiers pressed their hands on their weapons, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The fifth lady looked at her son, biting her lip, wanting to kneel down and plead for her son, but because she was a woman, it was already a great honor to come to the ancestral hall to serve, how dare she speak.

The old man of Nangong was originally angry, but when he saw the big bear, a lot of folds appeared on his face, and he said with a smile: "Bring a chair and let the eighth child sit below." “

The uncles of the sect suddenly quarreled, what the hell is going on? Sitting below the old man of Nangong, it represents the inheritance of the family and the helmsman of the next generation. Just let a martial artist manage the Nangong family?

"Yi'er's killing this time is a great achievement, do you know why?"

As soon as the old man Nangong said this, even Ma Gan was surprised, he looked at Wang Cheng, and Wang Cheng also frowned.

"Or does anyone know? Why did I kill the third child? ”

After the old man Nangong finished speaking, his eyes began to patrol again, and finally stopped at Nangong Thirteen, Nangong Thirteen was still wearing the clothes of the silk shop's account room, and there were a few people in the uncle who didn't even know, who was this account man?

"Daddy, the boy has something to say." (To be continued.) )