Chapter 22 If you want to live a decent life, you must always have a little green on your head

Zhang Hezhi's mind is completely unturning.

They were more ruthless than he expected, they were all a family, and their blood was inseparable, so why did they want to kill them so quickly?

If he were to change the time and situation, he might be sad, angry, desperate, confused, overwhelmed, cynical, and have all the negative emotions, and even if he didn't die, he wouldn't be the same person anymore.

But in the face of the current situation......

You're going to kill me? Even at the expense of dispatching so many master killers and such a big battle, you want to kill me at any cost?! But the pomp and circumstance you put on has become a toy in the hands of Mo Wenjun, and the bloody wind and rain can't even touch the corners of their clothes.

You're going to kill me? Even at the cost of using such a terrifying and mysterious poison, you want to kill me?! But such a poison was solved by Yuebai casually taking a bottle and smelling it twice.

Come on, where is there a bit of unending tragedy?! It's a farce!

The spear was like a dragon going out to sea, passing through a person's chest, the tail of the spear swept, shook the head of another person, and returned to the hand of Mo Wenjun after a half-spin, and the man's head exploded like a watermelon, red and white scattered all over the ground, but the farthest stain was still three inches away from Mo Wenjun's feet.

Mo Wenjun stretched out his hand to take off the flying spear from the air, and shook it slightly, and the stains on the spear were suddenly scattered, as smooth as if they had just been wiped clean.

At this moment, except for the three of them, no one in the room was standing, and Mo Wenjun's wheelchair had not even moved to the place.

"Your family shouldn't have the courage to kill you again now, what you do now is up to you." Mo Wenjun put the gun behind him, Yuebai was cleaning up those porcelain bottles, since he had already decided on a strategy, he didn't want to stay in this place for a moment.

Some people may feel hypocritical and steal the bell, but it is the reality. Just like many people will feel uncomfortable and want to vomit when they see the scene of killing pigs, but it doesn't mean that they don't eat pork.

Mo Wenjun also didn't like the temperament of his family here, so he naturally planned to leave as soon as possible with Yuebai.

Zhang Hezhi's eyes gradually became imprinted with a river of blood flowing here, and a trace of scarlet gradually spread to the bottom of his eyes, and he suddenly turned around and saluted like Mo Wenjun: "I'm going to ask my father and ask him why he is here!" Please come with me. ”

It turned out that he was not completely unmoved.

It's good to have feelings, and there are feelings, which means that it's not that the heart is indifferent, and the people are completely helpless.

"What's going on with your housework?" There are feelings, but Mo Wenjun does not plan to continue to involve Zhang Hezhi's cause and effect.

It was originally a meeting in Pingshui, why should I be a nanny for you?!

Yuebai packed up the things to be destroyed, and also cleared a way, Mo Wenjun pushed the wheelchair out: "Your favor is still returned, and those people don't dare to do anything to you for a while, and it won't be too difficult for you to grasp the situation next, so you can do it yourself." ”

Obviously, it seems that the two of them are not walking fast, but before the words fall, the two of them have not been able to find any traces.

He said that even if he was in a wheelchair, he would be faster than me, and it was true......

In the desolation, Zhang Hezhi's first thought was such an unrelated sentence.

Walking all the way, it seemed that Mo Wenjun and Yuebai were not fast, even the most ordinary servants could clearly see the trajectory of their walking, but in fact, no one could catch up with them. In a few breaths, they were already outside the mansion.

Obviously he had already come out, but Yuebai half-bowed his head, as if he was not in a high mood.

"What's wrong?" Maybe the frustrated aura exuded by Yuebai's body was too strong, even Mo Wenjun, who was pushing a wheelchair and sitting in a wheelchair, noticed that Yuebai was depressed and asked softly.

"Nothing, I just want to know...... Why? Obviously, they are all relatives who are related by blood! Yuebai pursed her lips, and the corners of her mouth faintly downward.

"That's right." Mo Wenjun nodded, "In the final analysis, Zhang Hezhi is also the son of the city lord of Zhang here, even if he doesn't like it, it is nature to be connected by blood, Zhang Hezhi is not very old, and the power struggle has not yet reached the most fierce time, why do you want to be so ruthless?" ”

As for this matter, the city lord does not know...... Please, even if he doesn't have the ability anymore, he has been a city lord here for so many years, and if he doesn't know such a big pomp, he is no longer incompetent, he is simply a dead man! What's more, there are many people among those assassins who are dressed as servants, if you want to say that he is completely unaware, then he himself is not far from death, okay?

"What's the use of saying this? Anyway, it's none of our business. The corners of Yuebai's mouth drooped slightly, and it seemed that she was really in a very bad mood.

"It's useful, do you want to listen to what the person has to say?" Mo Wenjun's fingers on the armrests buckled the armrests, turned his head and asked Yuebai, who was pushing the wheelchair.

"Huh? You mean you're going to watch their father-son confrontation?! Yuebai blinked, "Didn't you say that you won't touch his family's cause and effect anymore?" ”

"There's no cause and effect, I'm just going to see the fun." Mo Wenjun smiled, and the originally resolute and upright facial features were actually narrow, and Yuebai was stunned.

I heard that the Marshal of Wuding and the four evils of the fairy world intersect irreversibly, and it is really the black one who is close to the ink! Look at what the original calm gods have become now!

"Being a man must have a beginning and an end, since we already know the beginning of this story, we have to see the ending, right? It's not a good habit to be unfinished. Mo Wenjun winked at Yuebai, "We're quiet, they can't find us." ”

Yuebai had already been shocked by Mo Wenjun's flattering eyes into Zhang Hezhi just now, and he was so dizzy that he pushed Mo Wenjun back.

What did I just see?! I must be blind!

By the time Yuebai came back to his senses, they had been lying outside the window of the City Lord's Mansion for a while.

The confrontation in the room was Zhang Hezhi and a chubby middle-aged man who looked a little like him, looking a little silly, but there was no master around here, and it was estimated that he died under the gun of Mo Wenjun.

What kind of grudge is this? As for such a ruin?!

Taking a closer look, Yuebai's heart was shocked, and he glanced at Mo Wenjun, only to find that he was also looking at himself.

He also found out?

Yuebai gasped: he knew what the hell these two feuded and what they feuded against.

Although the two in this room are alike, they are absolutely not related by blood! What a grudge! This special meow is simply not a common day!

Zhang Hezhi was not born to his father?!

This gossip is so exciting!

At this time, Zhang Hezhi, who happened to be in the house, was also slapping the table and roaring: "I am also your son!" Why can't you tolerate me so much?! ”

"Because you are not my son!" The City Lord of Zhang also broke out at this moment!

This old man knows that there is a verdant and lush primeval forest above his head?!