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Yunguang helped the stubborn master out, and when he saw the tense crowd outside, he couldn't help but feel a little worried, and persuaded: "You better go back and rest, right?" The sky won't fall. ”

In just a few days, the stubborn lord vomited blood twice in a row, obviously in a hurry, anxious and stasis, swallowing a large amount of blood could not be slowed down, and his body was seriously damaged.

Yunguang is incomprehensible, if he comes out so stubbornly and takes a look, will the winning family leave? Impossible.

The stubborn lord shook his head, sighed, and said, "I know that the sky can't fall, but I can't help ......it."

He didn't say any more, and looked up at the crowd outside the house, with a little anticipation in his eyes.

In fact, he also had a little caution, wanting to take advantage of the winner's troubles to take a look at Twilight.

He hadn't seen Twilight for a long time since he fainted that day, and he missed it so much.

He didn't mind who was around him, he only cared if there was still a place for him by Twilight's side.

Although he doesn't want to share the twilight with others, if he can be together and can bear it, he can bear it.

Anyway, he has always had a good temper and doesn't account too much.

Probably, he is the most uncompetitive person among all the blood clans, so he simply broke the jar and broke it, and he had no face and no skin.

Yunguang saw the stubborn master's thoughts from the eyes of the stubborn master, and a anger that had nowhere to vent suddenly rose in his heart, and he really wanted to find someone to fight.

She gave the servants beside her a look, motioned for them to take care of the recalcitrant master, and then walked towards the door.

At this time, more than a hundred people from the Ying clan surrounded the courtyard, and they had already forced all the slaves into the door, narrowing the encirclement.

Bian Qiu stood in front of the slaves, taking the lead in confronting the Win clansmen, and not letting the Win clansmen take another step forward.

Yunguang approached Bian Qiu and asked, "What does the Win family say?" ”

Bian Qiu snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Hmph, what can you say?" Breaking into the family's old house is a serious crime that kills no matter where it is. ”

If the boss hadn't given an order in advance not to allow them to do anything, he would have rushed forward with a bayonet.

Since he changed careers, he has had itchy hands for a long time.

Wen Ran stood in the midst of a group of slaves, a cold blue uniform with a strong coercion, his eyes were indifferent, and his thin lips were pursed into a graceful line. Lust, the temptation of extreme restraint.

He shook his sleeve slightly, and a slender baton fell from his sleeve and held it in his hand.

If it really starts, it seems that it is time to choose sides.

It's a headache.

He has difficulty in choosing, which affects the entire Wen family.

A hurried figure walked out of the main room, it was Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng pushed away the servant, walked to the front, and said to a member of the Ying family who looked like a consul: "There is an invitation in the Venerable Lord's house, and the nobles will be heard." ”

Among the blood clans, the ancestors of the past generations are people who have survived since ancient times, and their words and deeds are quite ancient.

"Hmm." The Win clan man nodded, turned and walked into the clan, and passed away.

Behind the clansmen, there are two ancient sedan chairs with golden dragons painted in black colors.

The sedan chair is carried by four people, rectangular, and there is no concave and convex sedan roof on it.

The design style is simple and fashionable, low-key luxury.

The workmanship is fine, and the details of the thread are perfect.

From the side, the sedan body is slightly slender, and the overall effect is extremely eye-catching, majestic, just like a coffin dug out of the ground.

A man's voice came from the sedan chair, low and solemn, majestic: "See." ”

"Yes." The consul bowed his head and nodded to the others.

All the people of the Win clan immediately stood on both sides, made way for a passage, bowed and bowed.

In the greeting of everyone, the two sedan chairs were carried into the courtyard of the old house of the Dusk family, and did not stop until the door of the house.

All the people of the Win clan stayed outside the gate, and only two consuls accompanied the sedan chair.

Bian Qiu blocked the door and did not move.

Yangcheng and Yunguang walked into the courtyard and returned to Twilight in advance.

Outside the courtyard, among the slaves, Wen Ran took the baton, and a trace of laziness emanated from his cold eyebrows, and he quietly retreated.

The current situation should be fine, so let him think about it again.

Inside, Twilight sat on the throne, sipping a glass of blood wine.

Chang Xi stood beside her, dressed in white and snowy, her eyebrows were as elegant as ever, elegant as a lotus, and she did not eat the fireworks of the world.

Yang Cheng and Yunguang walked in, bowed, and said, "Venerable Lord, the winner is here." ”

"Hmm." Twilight put down her glass and got up to greet her.

According to the generation, the head of the winner's family is Ying Di's father, and he is also her father-in-law, so he should go out to greet her.

Chang Xi frowned slightly, paused slightly, pursed the corners of her lips, and walked out with Twilight.

According to his generation, the contemporary head of the family, who is supposed to be the winner, came to visit him with gifts.

He didn't have to greet him at all.

Chang Xi was inexplicably stunned.

He realized one thing in hindsight, as if he had ignored the issue of seniority.

When the Beihai matter is resolved, he must sort out the relationship between the next generations, and then pass on the word to find his generation.

In the courtyard, Ying Feng, the head of the Ying family, had already stepped off the sedan chair.

Yingfeng is dressed in a dark robe, noble and elegant, luxurious, with long hair reaching the ground, hanging down behind him, exuding a bit of classical charm.

Judging from his physiognomy, he does not look old, only about 30 years old.

The facial features are upright, and the deep purple eyes are like two mysterious gems, revealing a deep luster.

The contours of his face are slightly slender, which sets off his invisibly cold and imperial bones.

Win Feng stood beside a beautiful teenager.

The boy had a face as beautiful as a blade.

Flying eyebrows into the sideburns, arrogant and arrogant.

There was a little water in the light purple eyes, like a deep ocean.

He gently hooked his thin lips, as if smiling.

His figure was tall and slender, and he seemed to be a little taller than before.

There was a little more dark coldness between the eyebrows, deep and introverted.

The whole person was shrouded in the charm of low pressure, and the youthful aura slowly precipitated, as if it had been reborn, and there was a trace of youthful arrogance.

Twilight's gaze stayed on Ying Di for a few seconds, then swept over, landed on Ying Feng, and said, "Winner, Twilight is far away, please inside." ”

"I'm in trouble." Winning the wind swept his clothes and walked in front of Twilight, bringing a cold snow wind.

Ying Tu stopped in front of Twilight, staring at Twilight, and didn't speak for a long time.

I haven't seen her for a few days, but this woman is full of red face and plump cheeks, but she is doing well.

Where is like him, he was poured with the blood of the ancients, forcibly reborn, and every inch of his skin was about to die of pain.

When his father leaves, he must punish this woman well.

Chang Xi let him drink half of his blood, which was kind to him, and he couldn't fight.

However, this woman is not quite so.

There are many ways for men and women to fight, for example, in bed?

See how he punishes her.

Chang Xi looked at Ying Di and was satisfied for the time being.

The people of the Win clan have a good foundation, and with his blood, they have successfully evolved.

"Tu'er?" There was a sound of winning wind in the room, obviously displeased, belonging to the majesty of the father's generation.

Young people nowadays are really rude.

When they went out to greet him, they really welcomed him in alone, and then, they stood at the door together and stared at each other?