In the early morning, it is the cleanest time for the city.

For the smell of blood has been left yesterday, and the morning mist has buried the sin.

At this time, the Mo family.

"Newspaper~"

The messenger held a letter in his hand and looked panicked.

"Say!"

It was the Mo family's housekeeper who spoke, known as Uncle Mo, and also the righteous head of the Mo family's ruler - Mo Lichi.

His eyes reveal warmth, and his eyes always look at people like a smile, which makes people inexplicably trusting.

"Uncle Mo, last night, the Li family in the south of the city, the Lin family, the Ji family in the north of the city, the Yin family in the west of the city, and several not too big families were all murdered and wiped out overnight!"

Mo Lichi was as gentle as ever, and patted the messenger's shoulder to signal him not to panic.

Talk about spit out a sentence.

"It should be so, if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, they are too presumptuous on weekdays, and there are many people who have offended, so they should make an example of chickens and monkeys!"

The messenger nodded heavily.

"Also, don't go after it!"

Mo Lichi's words have a deep meaning, but the letter guard understands at this moment that the people who can make Uncle Mo jealous can turn the clouds and rain in Yuancheng.

"Understood!"

After hearing the messenger's promise, he nodded with satisfaction, turned around, and prepared to report.

"Uncle Mo, there is one more thing! It was sent by the Nan family just now, and it was for that incident again! ”

The messenger stepped forward, handed the letter in his hand to Uncle Mo, and said with some solemnity.

Listening, Uncle Mo's originally gentle face was pale with a hint of disdain and ruthlessness.

Cold opening.

"They, wishful thinking, are all playing well!"

took the letter, tore it up directly, and turned around angrily.

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Outside the ancestral hall, the altar is sacrificed. Mo Tianyi, the ruler of the Mo family, closed his eyes tightly, frowned, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and muttered in his mouth.

"Pre-......"

The large compass in front of him suddenly cracked, making a crisp sound.

Mo Tianyi's brows furrowed even tighter, and he looked at the word pointed at the last point of the compass pointer with solemn eyes, and fell into deep thought.

Lose?

Lose!

Could it be that his Mo family's anger has been exhausted?

Sighing, he crouched down and stroked the broken compass.

"Big Brother~"

Mo Lichi also looked at the broken compass on the ground, and the expression on his face became more solemn.

The Mo family's Xingchi compass is a symbol of the Mo family's life, but now it is broken.

"Li Chi, you said that my Mo family's fate is really over?"

Mo Tianyi looked up at the sky, and a few strands of white hair looked inexplicably dazzling at this moment.

Once, he was also high-spirited, but there is always a time when people get old, don't they?

"Big brother doesn't have to mind, who can say for sure?"

Morrichi stepped forward, crouched down and carefully gathered the broken compass.

"Big brother, let's go back to the house and rest first, there have been too many things in the past few days, the body is the first, and the Mo family will rely on you!"

Mo Tianyi sighed heavily, a bleakness flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting after all.

"Where's the kite?"

got up, straightened his clothes, and was meticulous.

This is the bearing of a man in power.

"Been in the room all day today and haven't come out!"

Mo Lichi carefully wrapped the fragments and accompanied Mo Tianyi into the study.

In the distance, behind the screen, a woman in yellow with a beautiful face looked at the altar with a sly gaze, the corners of her mouth raised, and she turned around and left.

Inside the study.

"Say, this time is the Nan family, the Si family or the Bai family?"

Mo Tianyi looked at the painting on the wall and spoke lightly.

Mo Lichi also turned his head, looking at some of the drawings, but quickly calmed down.

"Nanjia!"

Mo Tianyi smiled bitterly and muttered softly.

"In the end, it's going to change, and a group of hairy boys are going to come forward to go wild......"

His slightly thin hand was raised, and he stroked the person in the painting with great tenderness.

It was his wife, the only hostess of the Mo family.

"Yao'er, don't worry, our kite will never become a victim of this political struggle!"

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