Bang!

The sky thundered again.

Zhang Ruoyu, who was having breakfast with her aunt, looked up at the dark sky, frowned, and said, "Auntie, I must have never done anything wrong, have they done it?" Can I get out of this door today? If it's out, will it be implicated? ”

Lin Qingxi's red lips pursed slightly, and his eyes softened: "Go ahead." If you dare to go out of this door, your aunt will dare to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and play feudal superstition. ”

Zhang Ruoyu grinned, got up and said, "Eat dumplings at noon, I want all the fillings that my aunt is best at!"

"Well, my aunt will give you a bag." Lin Qingxi smiled and nodded, and watched Zhang Ruoyu go out.

Wrapping dumpling wrappers and preparing dumpling fillings are meticulous work, machine beating dumpling skin, hard, leather, coastal dumplings, pay attention to a thin skin and large filling.

She didn't care at all about the outside world.

Even today, the whole city is watching the funeral closely.

But Lin Qingxi only cared about whether Zhang Ruoyu could find the taste of his youth when he went home to eat dumplings at noon.

She hasn't made dumplings for a long time, and her technique has long been rusty.

Ding dong.

A message came from Lin Qingxi's mobile phone.

"Miss, I just received internal news, this funeral will be very chaotic, Xiahou has gathered a huge force, and secretly, there are also people operating it."

After reading the news, Lin Qingxi only thought about it a little, and knew that this funeral would be worse than what was explained in the news.

Even, it will die.

But this is also very in line with Xiahou's style and temperament.

When Xiahou was imprisoned, it was also because of human life.

Many, many lives.

"I'm making dumplings, except for his business, don't bother me, and you don't need to report it."

"Yes, miss."

……

After Brother Dazhi finished his cruel words, he pulled a chair and sat aside.

is still humming the world-famous song "Good Day" in his mouth, and this discipline is less ethical than that of labor prisoners.

Ye Zhengting, who was close, twitched the corners of his mouth, almost unable to hold back.

This surnamed Zhang is really evil.

The hundreds of hardcore henchmen of General Xiahou present all raised their eyebrows and pestle coldly.

Aren't you afraid to rush up and play with you?

Jiang Ling shook his legs, lowered his voice and said, "Brother, keep a low profile." I look at a few of Xiahou's horses with bulging waists, all with guys. ”

"Didn't you say it sooner?"

Brother Dazhi immediately changed his words and changed to another world-famous song known as a sister: "Good Luck Comes".

"Grass."

Gangneung almost tore Brother Dazhi's stinky mouth.

Go through the process.

Xiahou personally put a stick of incense on his daughter who was difficult to distinguish between true and false, and said calmly: "In the past twenty years inside, the gang of people outside have coaxed me, as if when I come out, even if I want the whole world, they will give it up." ”

After serving the incense, Xiahou indifferently lit a cigarette, and said with a cold look in his eyes: "I only knew when I came out, and you really wanted me to come out, and they were afraid that I would come out." ”

Ye Zhengting pricked up his ears this time and didn't hear clearly.

Because when he was incense, he had been separated from the real henchmen of the old general Xiahou.

The mourning is too noisy again.

He was so upset that he almost blurted out that he asked the backstage to make a quieter noise, which was noisy.

"The old general..."

Ye Zhengting pulled and wanted to squeeze into the inner circle.

Xia Hou turned around, waved away the crowd, and walked towards Ye Zhengting, his sharp and deep eyes made Ye Zhengting feel strange.

This old general seems to have suddenly opened his mind, and he is no longer out of touch with this society.

Subconsciously, Ye Zhengting saluted Xiahou, the military giant who had once ascended to the top, his heart was beating faster, and there was a faint ominous sign.

"You can come and pick me up from prison, even if you have a heart, at least, you have a heart than my brother who stepped on my shoulder and climbed up."

Xia Hou raised his arm, and with just a tap on his shoulder, Ye Zhengting's hair stood on end.

This old general not only has a very high prestige in the military department.

His martial arts talent is even more terrifying.

"I don't embarrass you when you call me an old general, but from this moment on, don't treat me Xiahou as a fool anymore."

Xiahou's big slap was removed from Ye Zhengting's shoulder, but he gently slapped him twice on the face: "Did you hear that?" ”

"Yes, old general..."Ye Zhengting's face was slightly gloomy.

The coercion buried in the bottom of my heart many years ago lingered in my chest for a long time.

Xiahou led the crowd and walked towards Brother Dazhi, who was holding a cigarette.

This man has humiliated him in prison for more than 20 years.

The only daughter who was looking forward to her release from prison also died at the hands of his son.

This hatred is greater than the sky.

The eighteen horsemen of Beimang felt the overwhelming anger and murderous intent.

Quickly blocked Xiahou's way, and said word by word: "Get in the car, General Xiahou." ”

Xiahou glanced at Jiang Ling lightly, and didn't even bother to speak.

Raising his hand, he picked off Gangneung's head.

Condescendingly, looking down at Zhang Dazhi sitting on the chair: "I have calculated with the master, your prison, suppresses my luck, and clashes with me." ”

"So what?" Brother Dazhi raised his eyes and squinted at Xiahou.

"I'm not going back to prison." Xia Hou stood with his hands in his hands, his face full of white hair, full of domineering. "If you want to go back, you will go back yourself."