White chrysanthemums spread out, bunches of flowers, and fell to the ground

Jian Shaoan knelt down in front of the monument with a "bang" and looked at the person in the photo

"Dad......"

He spoke, his eyes were full of pain, but in the depths of his eyes was a desire for family affection

Mu Yan glanced at Jian Shao'an, and finally exited the cemetery, leaving him here alone

Night...... It's quiet

In the cemetery, the cold stone monuments glowed with an eerie cold light under the moonlight

The drizzle is falling one after another, and the ground is gradually wetting, adding a touch of eerie atmosphere to the place

The young man who was kneeling motionless in front of the monument also became strange in this strange aura......

Jian Shaoan raised his head and looked at the smile frozen in the photo, his heart was like a knife

"The revenge of killing my father is not shared, I, Jian Shaoan, must pay the price and fight for their lives!" He gritted his teeth and said word by word

Gong Qinghan's little face suddenly appeared in his mind, and his eyes full of cold air gradually became soft

"Dad, I met a girl who looks like me!"

"It's really the same, it's an orphan, it's the same who has been in that ghost place, it's just that she is the person Nangong Ling Tian likes!"

"What an enemy likes, it's just as much an enemy, right?"

He seemed to be asking others, as if he was asking himself, but what answered him was quiet......

This night, Z City was much quieter,

But far away in the capital of country M, it is lively, not so much lively, but rather upside down

The palace that was splendid during the day was brightly lit at the moment,

The warm golden light shines brightly on the gold-dwelling furniture

The middle-aged man who had been sitting on the sofa for a day finally opened his eyes slowly,

The sharp and deep brown eyes are like poisonous snakes, as if they can penetrate people's hearts,

Yellow skin is the hallmark of the Chinese people, which is different from the natural fair skin of country M

A scar on the face spread from the left eye to the lower part of the right face, and the scar looked like it had been for a long time,

is as ugly as an earthworm, but it makes the whole face look a little more charlatan

"Z City!" He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, like a dull saw sawing a table leg

His sharp and deep eyes gradually appeared with an impenetrable layer of color

It's been ten years, but I didn't expect that Xiahou Zhentian would call him,

I didn't expect that ten years later, he would hear the word Z city from others

On that bloody night ten years ago, the bloody manor,

The knife on his face was also left that night, and that night, that place, could be said to be his slaughterhouse......

He suddenly grinned and laughed: "Boom! ”

The voice was hoarse, so that those who listened couldn't help but get goosebumps all over their bodies

What flashed in his eyes was pride, even madness

"What about the founding fathers, what about the overlord of Z City, in the end, it didn't die at my hands, you are a big family, you haven't been slaughtered by me!"

He laughed, his voice echoing through the hall

Let a man in black who had just come in pause

Then he respectfully walked towards the middle-aged man: "Your lord, the plan has failed, and the white owl is not dead!" ”

The man on the sofa restrained his smile, and his eyes shot at the man like a poisonous snake: "Failure? ”

The man's body trembled: "Yes, the white owl seems to have taken precautions, but he was just injured!" ”

The man's eyes like poisonous snakes gradually narrowed, and he scolded: "A group of rice buckets!" ”

The man bent lower and said nothing

"Leaving no traces, right"? The man on the couch calmed down