Three more waves of people came in the afternoon, but none of them ran away and all were left behind.

The yard was no longer complete, and it was lined up all the way to the door.

As the sun wore at dusk, my father turned on the lights in the yard.

All for Lao Tzu to come out.

Dad shouted, and after a while, a group of uncles and aunts came to the door.

Lao Li wants to reappear in the rivers and lakes.

The first to come in were a few uncles, who sat in the door with their little horses.

Dad smiled, as if he was still a little embarrassed at that moment.

This group of children has grown so big, and they even hugged him when they were young.

An eldest lady was snorting melon seeds while pointing to the dotted strokes.

The man who spoke first smiled and patted Mazar under him.

Is Shengtian red today?

didn't wait for my father to agree, and the eldest lady next to me pointed out the country again.

Aren't you talking nonsense? People are angry with their children.

Just wait and see the show, be your mazar, and don't fall to the ground in a moment.

On the balcony at the moment.

Chubby trembled with fat all over his body, and he couldn't finish a whole sentence.

None of them died, none of them died.

The ghost sword of life and death, the ghost of the night, the slasher, and the old man of the yin.

Every time Chubby called out a name, the balcony would be quiet again.

These people are not only practicing martial arts, but also have a lot of knowledge in the spirit of war.

And those names just now are the masters of the masters who have long disappeared from the war between the two continents decades ago.

I don't know how long it was quiet, Chubby opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he didn't know what was wrong, and he couldn't open his mouth anymore.

After more than ten seconds, I heard Chubby make a grunt and swallow saliva.

Shen Ting and the others, who didn't know the secret, were in a hurry, and kept asking.

Xu Zhulin took the last words.

The Ghost Sword of Life and Death once fought one person and slashed millions of Western knights with one sword and one sword.

The Night Ghost is a master of poisoning, and is once said to have drugged a giant fish directly into the water of the Western headquarters.

As for the fact that there is not much information about the beheader, it is said that he is one of the members of the National Escort Corps and has been with the National Movement all year round.

Yin Ren Yue is a matchmaker in the underworld.

In the great battle of his predecessors, he rewrote the fate of the opponent's Dark Knight Legion and directly tied their fate to a mass grave.

Later, those dark knights did not play the role of charging, not to mention, and one of them found a white skeleton to be intimate there.

Li Wuya glanced out at the group of uncles and aunts, but no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like the heroes in Xu Zhulin's mouth just now.

There's a good show, there's a good show.

The wind and rain rumors by the window suddenly called.

At the same time, Leng Qingsong, who was cultivating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and the spiritual power fluctuations in his whole body were forcibly pressed into his body by him.

There are quite a few people.

Before Leng Qingsong's words fell, more than thirty people jumped down from the sky in a row.

Brother Li hasn't seen you for many days, and you're still so domineering.

In the crowd, a great Confucian in a white robe was filial.

Dad didn't even look at him, snorted and pretended not to hear anything.

Thirty or so people passed through the crowd and came directly to the balcony.

A monk wearing a pale gold robe happily came to his father.

Amitabha, Brother Li has always been good recently, can you still remember the little monk.

Dad stood up this time, bowed and said.

The monk doesn't dare, please go to the house to rest.

The monk smiled slightly. Shi Lidao.

In this cold winter weather, there are still so many people suffering outside the house, and the little monk can only rest in the house.

Amitabha, the little monk didn't dare.

Dad nodded slightly.

Then please have a cup of herbal tea here.

The monk nodded lightly and sat down at the table.

The big Confucian behind him immediately stood up and said happily.

Brother Li is almost enough, but there is no death left in his life, so stop it.

Dad smiled softly and patted the table.

Gentlemen, please be seated.

The people behind him nodded and found a place to sit.

Da Ru came to the monk and smiled.

Monk, please take a step, thank you.

The monk shook his head slightly.

This matter is not the fault of the little monk, this table is one table and two stools, if the little monk gives it to you, it will not refute Brother Li's face.

Daru shook his head and smiled.

Is a high monk a high monk? Which one is not the same? We scholars still have to be clean.

Dad suddenly hugged the murderous intent in his eyes, and quickly turned around and shouted.

Are you there?

The voice of a lazy sheep came from the doorway.

All the ones who should have come came, but there were a few accidents, and none of them came.

Dad nodded slightly, and suddenly raised his hand to the sky.

Daru's head, which was beaming with pride, suddenly flew up with his father's raised hand, and the blood in his neck spurted two or three meters high, and the corpse rolled all the way down the balcony, staining the entire stairs red.

The monk closed his eyes and said softly.

Brother Li has passed.

Dad got up from his stool and smiled.

The monk has a kindness to my family, and that guy doesn't know whether he lives or dies, so he naturally has to pay some price.

I hope that the next one is the monk, don't interfere.

The monk said with his eyes closed.

I come for excess, you come for injustice, they come for fame.

The little monk will not interfere in this matter, but he will not let others disturb him.

Dad said yes and walked down the steps.

Walked in front of the old man who was chasing Tang Ran at the beginning.

Come up with me.

The old man, who was already about to be frozen, walked quickly to the balcony under the guidance of his father.

What did the Doomsday Society give you? Go hunt down a few kids.

Ice had appeared on the old man's lips, but he was miraculously able to speak.

I confiscated nothing, did nothing.

There's a breath of power in the city, so I'll go over and take a look.

Dad raised an eyebrow.

Once again, I'm not a good man, don't make it difficult for me.

But I really didn't.

Dad smiled.

So what's going on with those three boxes of silver bars in your house? Can you explain this to me?

The old man's face changed greatly, and he wanted to jump under the balcony with a flying step.

The moment of murderous intent that shot out of Dad's eyes came almost instantly.

Whoever hurts my wife and children will be beheaded.

The old man's head flew up in an instant with his father's raised hand, and his body and head rolled down the steps together, and the steps were covered with a layer of blood red.

Dad raised his hand to do something, but after a while he hesitated to put it down.

Then he whispered to himself.

But leave a glimmer of life, the matter of destroying the door is too lacking in morality.

Then Dad raised his head and shouted.

Little classmate, you come up.

The young man who was trembling in the corner suddenly shuddered and cried.

After that, it was ground to the balcony at the speed of a snail.

You call me.

Dad smiled.

Be optimistic, don't cry when you're fine, you can only live when you have nothing to laugh and laugh for.

Let me ask you a question, do you hate me in your heart?

The boy shook his head frantically.

The teacher abducted me, and today he finally died.

Dad grinned.

Would you like to stay here?

The boy was stunned for a moment, then nodded violently.

Dad whispered to himself.

It's finally a flicker.

Then he said in a loud voice.

According to the rules, you can come to our house and follow my last name.

Then I will give you another name.

Remember, my name is very good, and I should never change it.

The boy agreed.

Dad thought about it carefully and suddenly called.

I don't have to bother to make a name to feed me.

Your name at home will be Xiao Hei in the future.

The boy's face was bitter, and then he laughed again.

Go down by yourself, you don't need me to send you.

Xiao Hei hurriedly agreed and ran all the way down from the balcony.

In a corner where no one is seeing, Dad's eyes seem to have traveled through time and space and foreseen the future.

He looked at it for a moment, then turned around.

Facing the people in the courtyard.

Now we're going to settle the score.