Fengsheng's gaze shifted from Old Madam Feng's face to Old Man Feng: "Grandpa, take care." ”

The canonization turned around and walked out again.

"Canonized! Regardless of whether Luo Yangyang really left? If you don't bring her back, the Feng family will definitely cut off relations with you! I immediately order the removal of your authority as the president of the Feng clan! ”

Old Man Feng looked at such a resolute, cold-blooded and ruthless canonization, and he was faintly angry.

It is the grandson of the Feng family and the heir of the Feng family that he cultivated single-handedly, and in the end, he dares to turn around and deal with him!

"Withdraw, I don't care, after all, grandpa, you should know that with my current ability, it is not a problem to start a Feng clan."

The canonization walked out of the hall without looking back.

Seeing that the canonization was really like this, the old man Feng left without looking back.

In the raging rage, he suddenly felt his heart suffocate and could not breathe, and the next moment he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Old man! Old man! ”

Steward Li, who had been standing aside and had a very low sense of existence, was so frightened that he immediately stepped forward to help him when he saw the old man spurting blood.

"Old man!"

Old Madam Feng wanted to recover the consecration and keep him, but Steward Li shouted that she looked back at Old Man Feng.

Looking at the blood on the ground, Old Madam Feng was so frightened that she hurriedly ran back to Old Man Feng.

Walking out of the hall, he heard the voice of Steward Li coming from the house.

No one saw his footsteps pause, and his frown furrowed.

But in the end, he didn't go back either.

The old man's body is quite tough, not so weak, there shouldn't be any major problems.

Jiangnan Ancient Town.

In the old town, there is a youth hostel called 'I'm here'.

'Here I am' sits by the river, and when you open the window, you can see the murmuring water downstairs.

In the drizzling rain of the south of the Yangtze River, Luo Yangyang lay on the small desk in front of the window, looking at the picturesque drizzle outside the window.

It's been a week since she's been here, and it's the first time she's seen a rainy day like this.

Across a small river, opposite the 'I'm here' hostel, is also a hostel.