Those documents that symbolized supreme privilege were snapped and fell to the ground.

Master Li's pupils contracted, and his whole body trembled violently.

He knew that Zhang Xiangbei took out these documents, which basically meant that Huaxia's national law and family law could not control him.

Homicide?

He has been reckless for ten years, and he has killed fewer people?

Master Li's expression was angry and shocked.

Over the years on the mountain, there have been many powerful bigwigs who have been entertaining the wind and rain under the mountain.

Including the first brother of Beimang twenty years ago, when he went up the mountain, he had to follow the rules and be honest.

The old men on the mountain are used to being arrogant and arrogant, and they are used to being uncles.

I feel that when everyone in this world sees them, they have to pout, they have to lie on their stomachs, and they have to be dogs.

Because this piece of the world was brought down by their relatives and elders.

They have this right and deserve to enjoy the temple.

"Amitabha..."

The old monk folded his hands and wanted to play a round.

"Shut up." Zhang Xiangbei glanced at the old monk coldly, raised his gun and pointed it. "Go and chant for your two beloved disciples."

"Huh?" The corners of the old monk's mouth twitched, and his face was full of horror.

The little apprentice was shot dead just now while chanting unsuspectingly...

"You don't want to?" In Zhang Xiangbei's dark eyes, a fierce anger flashed.

"I'll go."

The old monk chuckled in his heart, and ran to the coffin with his robe.

But before leaving, he cowardly glanced at Master Li.

Li Ye, Li Ye, but don't provoke this benefactor anymore, why dare to kill people in public...

Kill it, kill it, I don't mind being a master, what do you mind? I really don't need you to do justice.

At the funeral scene, the old monk's professional chanting sounded.

Zhang Xiangbei looked back at Master Li and said lightly: "Why don't I preside over the memorial service first?" ”

Master Li gasped and almost ran out.

Several old men nearby were good-looking, and they almost broke the defense.

This surnamed Zhang is really inappropriate...

It's all like this, and you're still thinking about Old Man Li's two Huazi?

"Can you still preside over it?" Master Li said with a mouthful. "Why don't you see everyone's attitude first?"

"It was your son who died, not theirs." Zhang Xiangbei frowned, and the words changed. "Why should I care about their attitude?"

Master Li's body on crutches shook into a sieve as if his mother was convulsive.

"Zhang Xiangbei, are you really afraid that I will give you an order and beat you into a hornet's nest?" Master Li glared at Zhang Xiangbei angrily.

His eyes were red, and he was so emotional that he almost spurted blood.

Zhang Xiangbei was stunned and asked rhetorically: "Do you want to listen to the truth, or a lie?" ”

Without waiting for Master Li to speak, Zhang Xiangbei shook his head lightly: "Forget it, I'll talk about it." ”

"Of course I'm afraid, but I bet you don't have bullets in your gun."

"Honestly."

Zhang Xiangbei's eyes sank and looked around: "Xiao Li, do you know that I, Zhang Xiangbei, am going to die in your Li family, what will happen to you?" What will happen to those relatives and friends who came to give you stinky feet today? ”

Zhang Xiangbei lifted a candle next to the coffin, tilted his head and lit a cigarette, and said indifferently: "The leadership of Beimang's generation was hand-picked by me. ”

"I have also arranged the next generation of leadership of Beimang."

"The three institutes are very supportive of my work, and the brother departments of Yamashita also appreciate my vision and talent."

"Oh yes."

Zhang Xiangbei raised his eyes and glanced at Master Li: "My father's old brothers also give me face." ”

"I want money and money, I want people, I want power and power, and I want face and face."

Zhang Xiangbei raised his hand and poked Master Li's chest: "You intimidate me? How old are you? ”

Master Li said in a trembling voice: "Zhang Xiangbei, you want to rebel!?" ”

"Rebellion?" Zhang Xiangbei's dark eyes flashed with murderous intent. "Whose rebellion am I? Rebellion of my own? ”

"At the foot of the mountain, have you done the Lord?"

in the crowd.

You Yun twitched the corner of his mouth and buckled the palm of the stunner: "Daddy, General Zhang is at the foot of the mountain, and he has such great power?" ”

The stunner also twitched the corners of his mouth: "The words sound a bit deviant, but the words are not rough." ”

"At the foot of the mountain, this General Zhang, who slept next to you last night, does have a bit of a cloud-piercing arrow, and thousands of troops come to meet each other."

You Yun Cherry's small mouth opened, and her intestines were green.

It's not impossible to be a concubine, can't the concubine's father also be called the national abbot?

"Nan no Amitabha..."

The old monk folded his hands and finished the souls of the two beloved disciples.

I was just about to turn around and ask if there was nothing to do, so I went back to the temple first, and I haven't finished my morning menstruation this morning...

Bang!

The old monk's head was blown out.

His expression was stiff, remorseful, and unwilling to collapse in a pool of blood.

Master Li didn't provoke him either...

What is this for?

You kid is too moody and unpredictable, right?

Kill people at every turn, and the Buddha will punish you...

This shot was fired from standing next to Master Li.

"You—" Master Li was furious.

In the crowd, there was also a roar.

"Give you a minute to reminisce about twenty years ago."

Zhang Xiangbei exhaled a thick cigarette, and his face was full of anger: "The eight thousand Beimang souls buried in the battlefield of the outer lands, these people present, who participated, who committed a great crime." ”

Zhang Xiangbei changed the magazine with an experienced and calm movement: "I forgot to tell you that I am presiding over a memorial service in Beimang, and I usually find someone to accompany the funeral first." ”