Hearing the sound of the plane, a few people looked up, and the people around them became more and more alert, but it seemed as if they had already known about their arrival.

The plane gradually stopped on the ground, Su Mohan jumped down from the cabin door, and a foreign man walked over, with very white skin and long yellow hair, and enthusiastically stepped forward and stretched out his hand to Su Mohan: "The third young master is finally here, wait any longer, the old man's patience will be running out." ”

Su Mo laughed coldly, did not shake hands with him, but turned straight to a two-story villa in the middle.

The island is home to large plantains, turquoise waters, soft sand, and plenty of sunshine, making it a great place to spend your time in a bikini.

However, the heavy smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the stout men made the atmosphere here inexplicably depressing.

When they walked to the door, several men stepped forward and searched their bodies, and took away all the weapons on Su Mohan, Black Eagle and others, and then several people were finally allowed to enter.

The living room on the first floor is very large, there are many hanging paintings on the wall, and there are already many people sitting on the eight immortal chairs and sofas in the living room, which looks very lively.

In the middle of the Eight Immortals chair sat a man with silver-gray hair, his hair was a little messy, wearing an off-white linen tunic, embroidered with a pale golden dragon on his chest, and the man held a long string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and turned it again and again with his eyes closed.

Su Mohan stood still in place, looking at the man on the recliner, who was his biological father, Tang Jinlong.

"It's coming... Have a seat. ”

Xu heard his footsteps, and the man spoke lightly, but there was an indescribable sense of suffocation.

Su Mohan got up and walked to the empty sofa on the side and sat down, while Black Eagle stood behind him.

As soon as he sat down, the man on the recliner spoke again: "No one." ”

As soon as the words fell, a tough man standing behind the man's recliner turned his head to look at Su Mohan and said, "Third brother, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Su Mohan lowered his eyes and said, "Thank you for taking care of the second brother." ”

"The third brother's life can be said to be smooth sailing now, and he is almost forgetting me as a big brother." A somewhat feminine man sitting opposite Su Mohan spoke slowly, with a hint of playfulness in his expression.

"It's not as comfortable as the life of the eldest brother." Su Mohan said lightly.

After some words, the man on the recliner finally stopped turning his fingers of the Buddha beads, and his somewhat cloudy eyes swept over several people one by one, and chuckled: "I'm afraid that our father and son haven't seen each other for many years, I think you won't mind if I invite you over in this way." ”

Su Mohan and Yin Shaolong both lowered their eyes and were silent, don't you mind? How could it not be minded?

But none of them thought that he was really not dead!

You know, it's been five years since he was 'killed' last time, and compared to the past, he has never been seen for so long, which even made them really believe that he was really dead.

But I didn't expect it, what about five years?

He's back anyway......

None of the three of them spoke, but Tang Jinlong chuckled and said, "This is your Aunt Man, let's call it all." ”

Su Mohan raised his eyes to Tang Jinlong's side, a woman who looked to be thirty or forty years old, well-maintained, with her hair coiled, wearing a black suit, capable and beautiful.