Source of "Cloth God of War Ningbei":

At the moment, in the living room of the villa.

Qin Huilan heard Ningbei's words resounding through the manor, and couldn't help but hurriedly get up and said, "Big brother, second brother, you guys go quickly!" ”

"Hui Lan, our Qin family has already paid the price for the mistakes of the year, at present, the Qin group is struggling, and is about to be forced to go bankrupt and liquidated, once it goes bankrupt, the entire Qin family will be finished!"

Qin Niangeng's eyes showed pleading, and he asked Qin Huilan to help the Qin family.

Qin Tengshan said hoarsely: "Huilan, second brother, I haven't asked you for anything, but now I just ask you to help the Qin family, please raise your noble hand and give our Qin family a way out!" ”

The words just fell.

At the door of the small courtyard of the villa, there was an elegant middle-aged man, who was Ning Siye.

Fourth Master Ning said coldly: "Give your Qin family a way to live?" On that rainy night thirteen years ago, did you give my second brother a way out, but instead of helping, your Qin family fell into the well and attacked and killed my second brother! ”

"This blood feud, what will your Qin family take to compensate!"

Ning Siye was holding a black spear, which was a spear.

The spear guards the gate alone!

The Qin family still dared to come to the door.

It's just looking for death!

Qin Niangeng and Qin Tengshan's faces changed suddenly.

The next moment.

The Imperial Forest Army is evergreen and leads the Royal Forest Army to arrive at the door of the villa.

Chang Qingzheng clenched his fists and bent down respectfully: "Fourth master! ”

"Did Bei'er ask you to come?"

Ning Siye exhaled lightly and slowly looked at the soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army.

Chang Qingzheng nodded slowly: "On the orders of the army lord, come and take away Qin Niangeng and Qin Tengshan!" ”

Fourth Master Ning turned around and moved out of the way.

The Imperial Guards entered the small courtyard of the villa.

Qin Tengshan suddenly panicked and said, "Huilan, you must save the Qin family!" ”

"Take it away!"

Chang Qingzheng entered the small courtyard, not so polite, and ordered the Imperial Forest Army to take Qin Niangeng and Qin Tengshan away on the spot.

Suddenly, a trace of unbearability flashed in Qin Huilan's eyes.

After all, it has been thirteen years since the great change in the Ning family's internal strife back then.

Thirteen years is enough time for many people to let go of this hatred.

Even forget this past!

Qin Niangeng and Qin Tengshan are Qin Huilan's brothers after all.

Qin Huilan sighed lightly: "I'll go with you to see Bei'er!" ”

Chang Qingzheng and the soldiers of the Royal Forest Army did not dare to be disrespectful to Qin Huilan, so they let her accompany her and came to the pavilion together.

Chang Qingzheng hugged his fists outside and said, "Lord, people have brought!" ”

"Bei'er!"

Fourth Master Ning also came over.

Ning Bei walked out of the pavilion and said softly: "Mom, fourth uncle, why are you here!" ”

"Bei'er, thirteen years have passed since the events of that year, and your uncle already knows that he is wrong."

Qin Huilan walked into the pavilion, undoubtedly interceding for the Qin family.

Next to him, Qin Niangeng interjected: "Xiaobei, our Qin family made a big mistake back then, and now you and your second uncle are willing to make up for it!" ”

"Make amends?"

The moment Ning Bei turned around, his eyes were cold and full of murderous aura, and no one dared to look at him.

Qin Niangeng stiffened his head and said, "The Qin family really wants to make up for it. ”

"What do you Qin family do to make up for it? My second uncle died in your Qin family, if it weren't for my Ning Bei's thoughts and mother's kindness, I would have beheaded your Qin family today! ”

Ning Bei's words shocked the audience.

Qin Niangeng's complexion changed greatly, cold sweat flowed, and he said hoarsely: "Qin Fenghe, who attacked and killed Ning Cangnan without authorization back then, has been killed by you, and now your grandfather is old, and he has been tired of mediating various businesses of the Qin family in the past six months, selling all his old faces, and has been sick on the bed for two months......"

Speaking of which, Qin Niangeng was selling miserably, praying that Ningbei would give the Qin family a way to live.

Will Ning Bei give this way of life?

Although Ningbei is a young man, as a battle-hardened Beiliang army master, he has experienced bloody storms.

If it was because of Qin Niangeng's words, Ning Bei's heart would soften.

Then he is not the king of Ningbei!

Ning Bei was full of murderous aura.

Su Qinghe put down the Son of Heaven Sword in his hand, his cold temperament was much more restrained, and he gently stepped forward to persuade him: "Uncle Qin, Second Uncle Qin, don't worry too much, the illness of the Qin family's grandfather will be fine soon." ”

"Qinghe, you don't understand, the old man has reached such an age, and he can't afford to be sick for a long time, I'm afraid that time is running out."

Qin Niangeng's eyes showed a trace of sadness.

Su Qinghe comforted: "Uncle Qin, don't worry, the trouble that the Qin Group encounters, I will go home and talk to my grandmother, the Su Group will help you get through the difficulties together, brother, do you say?" ”

"The seven giants of Bianjing are in the same spirit, and the Qin family is in trouble, so the Su Group will naturally not stand idly by."

Su Qinghao doted on this sister, so he could only reluctantly give words.

But who gave him Su Qinghao's confidence and dared to fund the Qin family in front of King Ningbei!

All eyes are on it.

Ning Bei opened his mouth like a tiger roaring, and said coldly: "Your Su family dares to help him Qin family for half a point, I will let your Su family's century-old foundation turn into nothingness overnight!" ”

A cold sentence reveals that Ningbei can't let go of this hatred!

The second uncle, Ning Cangnan, died to protect the seven-year-old Ning Xiaobei!

Ningbei still remembers that rainy night!

Now you let Ning Bei forget this hatred and forgive the Qin family.

Where did you put your second uncle!

These people present are bullying the second uncle is dead, and bullying the dead can't speak!

No one spoke for the second uncle.

Does Ningbei also have to compromise?

If he compromises, he will not be the king of Beiliang in Duzhen Huaxia.

Hatred is hatred, grace is grace!

The Qin family's killing of the second uncle is revenge!

The second uncle protects Ningbei is en!

If he lives in Ningbei for one day, he will not let go of the Qin family.

The men of the Ning family have never died in vain!

And the Ning clan is not a saint!

There are only heroic men who kill decisively!

There is no shortage of saints in the world.

Ningbei also had no intention of becoming a saint.

Outside the gazebo, Su Qinghao was silent.

He knew very well in his heart that if it weren't for Ning Bei's thoughts and the Su family's grandmother, the grace of protecting each other in that rainy night back then, just one Su family, no different from several other wealthy families, were all ants in Ning Bei's eyes.

Su Qingheqiong's nose wrinkled slightly, and she said softly: "Ning Xiaobei, you murder me?" ”

"Wearing the sword of the Son of Heaven, holding the fortune of the heavens, you are the royal highness of the Kyoto Wennu, since you are the noble highness of Kyoto, you should have the appearance of your highness!"

Ning Bei raised his left hand and sucked the Son of Heaven Sword in the pavilion into his palm.

The Sword of the Son of Heaven was in front of Su Qinghe.

Ning Bei said calmly: "Pick it up!" ”

"I won't!"

Su Qingheqiong's nose wrinkled slightly, tilted her little head, and began to anger Ning Xiaobei.

Ning Bei's face was expressionless, and he spoke again: "Pick it up!" ”

Let Su Qinghe pick up the Son of Heaven Sword for the last time!

If Su Qinghe can't afford this sword.

Do you see if Ning Bei dares to abolish her status as Her Royal Highness the Lady of Letters!

The matter of carrying the cultural movement is related to the national fortune of China.

It's not child's play!

On weekdays, many trivial things can be regarded as frolic.

There are only some things that can't be played.

Su Qinghe slowly took the sword of the Son of Heaven.

When she held the sword of the Son of Heaven, her temperament gradually became a little cold, although she was dressed as a woman, but a trace of dignity and majesty appeared in her phoenix eyes.