Capital.

However, in this snowy and lonely winter, in this capital, there is a courtyard in which the plants and trees are in full bloom like summer, and the petals are gorgeous and fragrant, which is incompatible with the surrounding snow-capped capital, as if it is a fairyland on earth in this winter.

Between the blooming flowers and plants, the small bridge flows, and a three-story building stands quietly, in which there is a faint woman's gasping voice coming from the three-story building, which is tempting.

Click!

However, suddenly, a crisp cracking sound sounded from the small building, and the woman's gasping voice also came to an abrupt end.

"What's wrong?"

The woman's voice sounded from the small building with a bewildered and unfinished seductive voice.

"Xiaofeng, dead? There are still people in this world who dare to touch my son and Xiaofeng? ”

In the room on the third floor, on a luxurious but messy bed, an old man with white hair sat naked on the bed, looking at the glass ball in his hand that had been shattered into pieces, and muttered to himself.

There wasn't much sadness on his face, more of a gloomy anger.

Beside him, a woman wrapped up like a beautiful snake, her snow-white legs hooked the old man's waist and abdomen, showing a very seductive posture, and whispered orchid in the old man's ear: "Actually, people can also help you have a child, don't be so angry......

However, as soon as the woman's words fell, her delicate face suddenly changed!

Her face faded from blood in an instant, replaced by a miserable white, and her neck seemed to be grasped by an invisible big hand, forcibly trying to twist her cervical vertebrae!

"What are you? It's just a tool for me to vent my desires, and you dare to have children with me? ”

The old man's voice had become extremely cold, and his voice was cold, completely devoid of the lingering tenderness of the party.

"Rao ......"

The woman's originally charming face was already blue and purple at this time, and she was already on the verge of suffocation, and she opened her mouth with difficulty, trying to beg for mercy.

Click!

A crisp sound of bones shattering.

The woman could no longer make the slightest sound, her neck twisted 180 degrees, and she fell to the ground with a thud with the warm corpse, and fell into the red dress on the ground, blood quickly oozed out, and the red dress and the ground were dyed a shocking dark red.

The old man stood up slowly, his face cold, as if it was not the charming woman who was still entangled with him who had died, but an ant.

As he stood up, a layer of white clothing extended out of nothingness on his body, as if it appeared out of thin air, covering his otherwise sleek body.

"Wang Yan...... If you dare to kill my son, I will naturally make you pay, but your body is still useful, so let your family replace you......"

As he took one step, the scene around him began to change like water waves, and the original three-story small building was twisted and deformed little by little at this time, and finally disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

And the flowers and plants that bloomed around them also distorted and fluctuated at this moment, as if they were mirrors, and disappeared into the air.

The snowflakes that had been blocked from the outside fell again and fell on the old man's head.

Only the woman's body remained, gradually covered in flakes of goose feathers and snow.

"Luo Sheng."

"Luo Sheng."

Silently, above the snow, suddenly several figures appeared beside the old man, kneeling on one knee on the ground, respectfully clenching their fists towards Luo Sheng.

"Go, that Wang Yan's home should be in Yuancheng, give me all the people in that kid's family...... No, slaughter all the people in that kid's family, as well as all the people who have something to do with this kid, and hang their heads on the gate of the Yuancheng Arrest Division. ”

The old man spoke coldly, and when he spoke, it seemed that even the already icy winter was a little cold again.

"To dare to kill my son is to challenge my majesty, and my majesty will not be challenged by anyone."

He was extremely cold, and in his words, it was not because of the heartache of his son's death, but because his anger seemed to be challenged entirely because his majesty had been challenged.

"Yes."

The surrounding figures bowed their heads and said yes, and when they raised their heads again, the snow in front of them was already empty, and there were no traces of the old man's footprints even on the snow, as if everything in Fang Cai was just an illusion.

But these people know how real everything is just now.

"Hey."

A moment later, in the silence, a chuckle rang out.

"The fifth child is actually dead, then, the Wuji Martial Arts Pavilion, it is only the fourth child alone."

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and get things done, hurry up and find out, where is that kid named Wang Yan, where is his family."

When the words fell, with the sound of breaking wind, those figures also disappeared in place.

……

Meta City.

Click.

Under the bright sun, several figures appeared silently in the distance of the street, and they were in unison, slowly walking towards the community where Wang Yan's family lived.

"This is the neighborhood where Wang Yan's family lives?"

"Heh, this Wang Shen seems to have a family background, although the construction of this dilapidated meta-city city is not very good, but this villa doesn't look cheap."

"What's so much for? I have already seen that Wang Yan's family is in the villa, hurry up and kill their family, and then solve Wang Yan's network, I remember that Jiang Feng, the commander of Eastern Sichuan Province, has a lot to do with Wang Yan, and I will kill him later. ”

A few people talked easily, for a strong person like them, they were just ordinary people, and they were not taken seriously at all.

Suddenly, however, a figure spun out of the side street.

The figure had only one arm, and one sleeve was empty, but that wasn't the most striking.

What attracted everyone's attention was the sword he was holding in his hand.

A slender and slender sword, as black as ink, shining like obsidian in the sunlight.

"Such an ancient weapon?"

Such thoughts came to the minds of the few people in front of them.

Immediately, they saw the man in front of them, holding a sword, leaning casually against the side of the street, his fingers gently stroking over the dark blade.

"It's not going to work."

The man in disheveled clothes spoke lightly.