In the mourning hall, Fang Daoming and Fang Qixing looked at Fang Han in the ebony coffin silently, after being processed by the mortuary, after the time passed in the past few days, Fang Han's body did not show the slightest sign of decay, and the expression on his face also looked calm and peaceful. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The eldest son, Fang Qixing, pursued martial arts in his early years, and he never came back for seven or eight years, but he often received letters sent home from him, Fang Daoming poured countless efforts into Fang Han's body and hoped that he would become a talent, hoping that he would be able to take charge of Fang Mansion in the future.

Fang Daoming never thought that his trip would turn into a white-haired person sending a black-haired person.

Fang Daoming stretched out his right hand that trembled slightly, this hand had taken the lives of many martial arts masters, but now he shook uncontrollably and caressed Fang Han's face.

The air seemed to be frozen. The surrounding martial artists didn't dare to move, cold sweat dripping down their foreheads, and they only felt that boundless rage and tyranny were brewing in the backs of the two men in front of them.

It was as if a volcano was about to erupt and erupt in the heart of everyone.

"My son ......"

"My son!!"

It was as if the earth was cracking, the molten was exploding, the green bricks on the ground were cracking inch by inch, and the huge spiderweb-like cracks were expanding wildly like snakes, and from Fang Daoming's body, a tyrannical blood qi rushed straight into the sky.

A terrifying howl shook the house, and countless clouds of dust fell from the beams. All of them turned pale, covered their ears tightly, and looked in horror at the desperate and domineering figure in the smoke and dust.

So powerful.

Fang Nanxi's heart was beating for a while, and she only felt that it was difficult to breathe, only Fang Qixing's expression was sad, and she didn't seem to be affected when she stood in place.

"Who is it!Who is it!" Fang Qixing also almost went berserk, and roared with a hideous expression.

All the martial artists and subordinates were terrified, their faces turned pale and retreated, and one by one they half-knelt on the ground and did not dare to speak.

However, before the rest of the crowd could react, the terror gradually subsided.

Instantly reined in all his emotions, Fang Daoming looked indifferent and asked calmly:

"Nanxi, how is your mother now?"

This extremely calm tone made the kneeling people tremble again, and Fang Nanxi choked up:

"Mother doesn't have any physical damage, it's just ......"

"What's it?"

Dr. Kim said she might have been stimulated and had hysteria. ”

"Okay, good ......" Fang Daoming was still the kind of calm to the extreme: "Qixing, you go with your sister to see your mother, everyone else retreats, I want to stay alone for a while." ”

"Yes. Fang Qixing replied astringently, and when he left the mourning hall first, Fang Nanxi and the rest of the martial artists and everyone walked out with their heads down.

In the quiet mourning hall, Fang Qixing stood quietly, his violent aura was gone, and his figure suddenly fell down, obviously in the prime of life, but he looked old.

He muttered in a voice that only he could hear:

"Second brother, if you were sensible earlier, it would be nice to learn martial arts earlier. ”

"Second child, why did you say you were so naughty and disobedient when you were a child?"

"Second child, Dad won't let you walk Huangquan Road so lonely. ”

"Second ......"

Fang Daoming closed his eyes, and two lines of turbid tears slowly flowed down.

......

After visiting Mrs. Fang, who was demented, Fang Qixing walked out of the bedroom. Now he was also still, sitting like a sculpture in a chair in the hall, not moving a word.

Fang Nanxi was worried in her heart, she knew the cause and effect of this matter clearly, but Fang Han's mother and son were the enemies who persecuted her mother, and the other was the enemies who persecuted herself, there was no friendship between her and these two, and some were just raising her eyebrows for revenge, but she didn't dare to show the slightest sign, and she had to pretend to be sad.

However, the fate of these two people was not her intention, and she can be said to have spent the past few days in contradictions and entanglements.

The eldest brother in front of her has always been strange to her, Fang Nanxi only remembered that Fang Qixing had left home seven or eight years ago when she was just an adult, and it seemed that he had joined the command of the famous warlord of Yunzhou, the Moon Breaking Army, and she had not seen him come back for such a long time.

Call!

The wind came, Fang Nanxi looked back, her father Fang Daoming had already walked into the living room, his expression was cold, Mu Ran opened his mouth and asked Fang Nanxi:

"Nanxi, this matter, the cause and effect, word by word, no detail, there should be no omission!"

Fang Nanxi's heart tightened, there were many witnesses to what happened in Fang Mansion, and she couldn't hide anything. He whispered it right away.

Of course, she didn't mention the matter of Yue Pingsheng's escort all the way, both unwilling and undaring.

After Fang Nanxi's words fell, a father and son in the hall fell silent.

"Under the loud roar, the four warriors of the tiger and leopard thunder fell to the ground, powerless to resist?"

A word seemed to be squeezed out of between his teeth, and Fang Daoming's expression became tyrannical again:

"Your mother also became demented because she was screamed?"

At the same time, his thoughts turned.

Who is this person who has such a great power when he exhales like thunder? Who among those who have hatred, contradictions, and conflicts of interest with him has such strength?

People who practice martial arts are strong in blood, fierce and ruthless, in order to understand their thoughts, repay grievances directly, and pay attention to revenge not overnight. It's normal to draw a knife against each other without saying a word, who doesn't have a few enemies?

What's more, I did some ridiculous things when I was young.

Fang Daoming's mind was spinning one person after another's faces.

But how could such an effect be achieved by exhaling like thunder? Not to mention him, even if it was a high-ranking martial artist whose blood was like mercury and even went further, it would never have had such a strange effect of hitting the spirit!

Zhang Wenying, the commander of the north of the city, is only a martial artist who has reached the stage of rushing to the pass, and he does not know the realm of martial artists, so his guess is not accurate. And Fang Daoming himself couldn't be clearer.

A master at the level of a martial artist, when he made his move, the blood and qi boiling and roaring in the oven, judging from the descriptions of other witnesses, this murderer did not have the characteristics of a martial artist when he made his move.

"Father!" Fang Qixing's eyes were cold, and he said categorically: "What this person is using is definitely not a thunderous method. Only the secret martial arts can have such an effect!"

He stood up violently, boundless hatred surging and boiling like a tsunami, and said sharply:

"In this matter, we must not expect the city guards to hide their heads and tails, the characteristics of this martial arts are the horses and feet that he exposed! This is the clue and basis! I will immediately mobilize all the forces of the Moon Breaking Army to find out this beast!"