"Master, the old gentleman has arrived!" The man whispered in Jian Junxi's ear.

"Well, please come in!" Jian Junxi's thin lips moved slightly.

"Yes!" The man strode forward.

Jian Junxi said to Ouyang Yi: "Mr. Duanmu has arrived!" ”

Ouyang Yi stiffened, at this moment, it was like a devil in his body, as if he heard that the ancient god was coming, and immediately ran away.

Only a cowardly soul was in the body, and the cold wind howled through it seemed to be able to blow him down.

At this time, the sky was glowing with blue light, and the dawn was like a sharp blade, splitting the night and casting a light blue veil on the earth.

Not far away, a young man pushed an old man slowly, followed by several black-clad bodyguards.

The old man's square face was full of wrinkles, horizontal and vertical, and under the gray and white eyebrows, his dark eyes were still bright.

The hero of an era, even if he is old enough to sit in a wheelchair, with a straight waist, he still looks like a majestic old general.

Jian Junxi took the lead in standing up, walked in his direction, raised the corners of his lips and said, "Old man, long time no see!" ”

Duanmu Feng saw that Ouyang's family had gathered, and there were corpses of soldiers all over the ground, and his old eyes were full of shock and unbearability.

Looking at Jian Junxi, who came like a god, he didn't know what to say for a long time.

"Don't worry, these people are just under anesthetic, it's fine!" The young man whispered in his ear.

Duanmu Feng nodded as if he suddenly realized, and stretched out his right hand, which was as old as the bark of an old tree, raised his lips and smiled: "Junxi, you haven't seen me for a long time!" ”

"I'm sorry, you know, I'm busy, how are you feeling lately?" Jian Junxi held his right hand and asked calmly.

"Thank you, good!" Duanmu Feng smiled, and the wrinkles on his face were like ripples on the surface of the lake, rippling.

"That's good, this way, please!" Jian Junxi let go of his hand and led them forward.

Passing over a large family, when he saw Ouyang Yan lying on the ground, his peaceful eyes suddenly became gloomy, and his thin lips pursed downward, as if angry, angry, and silent......

"Duanmu Feng, I'...... I won't put ...... Let go of your ......" Ouyang Yu pointed at Duanmu Feng with a hesitant gaze, his blood-red gaze as if he had been caught by a powerful ghost.

"Heh......" Jian Junxi sneered and said to Duanmu Feng: "Old man, this is the fish on the board, you can slaughter it as you want now!" ”

Duanmu Feng's face stiffened slightly, it felt like he was in a dream, a decades-long hatred.

I thought that there would be no end in sight until death, but I suddenly told him that the enemy had been caught, and I was suddenly a little at a loss, and I was afraid that it was just a dream......

"Dad......" Duanmujia cried.

Duanmu Feng raised his eyes, and his hazy vision was still not very clear, but he would not forget his daughter's face and voice.

And the man who was tied to the pillar seemed to be Ouyang Yao, and the boy with the gun seemed to be Ouyang Yi, and he couldn't help but call softly: "Is it Xiao Yi?" ”

Ouyang Yi looked at his old grandfather, and suddenly remembered Jian Junxi's words, his heart ached like a knife, he actually listened to Ouyang Yan's words.

I always thought that his grandfather was a big bad guy, so I didn't want to go to see him in the past few years.

Guilt hit the sea like a storm, devouring his internal organs, tears rained down, and his legs fell to his knees.

"Yi'er ......" Duanmu Jia thought he was in too much pain, and screamed in fright.

(End of chapter)