Chapter 367

When Fu Rong woke up from his coma, it was already noon.

The weather is hot and the sun is scorching.

But Fu Rong felt that his whole body was cold.

Yesterday morning, his most beloved baby daughter died.

Early this morning, he saw the head of his second son again.

Fu Rong had a drip on his hand, and an oxygen mask was hanging in his mouth.

He was in a coma just now, and he was not sent to the hospital, and a private doctor was ready at home at any time, so these were handled by the private doctor at home for him.

When he woke up again, Fu Rong's face had no expression.

It's like yesterday when he found out that his daughter had been killed and he locked himself in his study.

At this time, Fu Rong was calm and terrible.

He ripped off his oxygen mask and drip needle, got up, pushed the door and walked out.

"Father..."

Fu Chunliang ran towards him as soon as possible, with a deep grief on his face.

"Call someone."

Fu Rong simply spit out these two words.

Fu Chunliang didn't say anything, just nodded heavily, and then he turned around and went to gather people.

Fu Rong looked at the scorching sun and took a deep breath.

Then he walked towards the back of the Fu family's villa with that step that seemed to be suddenly old.

Here, there is a gazebo.

At this time, in this pavilion, there was a middle-aged man dressed in white cloth.

He looked to be in his mid-fifties, sitting cross-legged on a futon with a teahouse in front of him, making tea.

Next to him, there was a sword.

An ordinary-looking Tai Chi sword, it seems to be a friend of this person, quietly accompanying him.

This person is the first master of the Fu family, and Fu Ao, who is known as the patron saint of the Fu family.

As soon as Fu Rong arrived, Fu Ao's voice sounded over there: "You haven't been here for a while." ”

Fu Rong nodded slightly, then walked to the pavilion and sat opposite Fu Ao.

"Chunyan and Chunlong, both dead."

"And Fulai and Gooden, who are also dead."

"Hmm."

There was a trace of strangeness in Fu Ao's eyes, but this strangeness was fleeting, and he soon returned to the calmness he had at the beginning.

"I've heard about it, what's the other party's deal?"

"Summer, a young boy under thirty years old."

"It's a long story."

Fu Rong took a deep breath, and just wanted to organize his language and tell Fu Ao the ins and outs of this whole thing.

However, Fu Ao handed him a cup of tea: "Your heart is very chaotic now, this cup of tea can calm your mind." ”

"As for the ins and outs of this matter, I'm not interested in knowing, are you here to let me make a move?"

Fu Rong took the cup of tea in Fu Ao's hand and took a sip.

"Yes!"

"It's decided?"

"Yes, it's decided."

Fu Rong replied decisively and resolutely: "That summer, it was not an ordinary person, yesterday I asked Chunlong to go to Qingshi to find people from the local underground world to deal with him, and early this morning, they sent the heads of Chunlong and Gu Deng over." ”

"So, this matter must be done by you."

"I have already asked Chunliang to summon people, this time, even if my Fu family gives everything they have, they will kill Qingshi, kill the whole summer family, and destroy the entire underground world of Qingshi."

Speaking of this, Fu Rong finally calmed down a little and his heart became irritable again.