Chapter 22: One Glory and One Loss
The kindness in Lu Wanqing's eyes disappeared, and he said in a fierce voice: "The Lu family has cultivated manpower for so many years, it is impossible for all of them to rebel.
Next, you will take over the Lu family's bodyguard team, pull out all the things that are eaten inside and out, and cut the grass and eradicate the roots! β
Whether or not something happens in the dream, kill it before the crisis happens.
Everything should also be firmly in the hands of your own family.
The gentle Lu Lin nodded: "Understood." β
Lu Yiwen said with a smile: "I know uncle." β
Lu Wanqing warned the two in a deep voice: "Don't tell outsiders about the content of today's conversation." β
Lu Lin and Lu Yiwen's faces were solemn and nodded cautiously.
Lu Wanqing didn't seem to be satisfied, and glanced at Lu Tianxi, who was indifferent and well-behaved.
He said unhurriedly to his son and niece: "You recite the ancestral teachings of the Lu family." β
Hearing this, Lu Lin and Lu Yiwen's expressions were subtle, and they couldn't help but be a little big.
Under Lu Wanqing's majestic gaze, the two opened their mouths in resignation.
Obscure words poured out of their mouths.
The general meaning of the content is that family members should unite and support each other.
Even in the face of money and power, family affection should be valued, so that the family can be invincible.
Hundreds of years ago, the Lu family was an official family.
The ups and downs of the noble family have gone through several troughs, and it is the unity within the clan that has allowed the bloodline to continue.
Today's Lu family does not have the power of their ancestors when they were at their most beautiful, and they are also prosperous before the end of the world.
The bloodline of the Lu family for generations has engraved the family unity in the bone and blood genes.
Lu Tianxi leaned on the back of the rattan chair leisurely, watching his cousin and cousin recite the ancestral teachings bitterly, with a gloating face.
The ancestor of the Lu family taught her to carry it from childhood to adulthood, and when she was a child, she didn't know how many times she cried because of her incomplete back.
She knew that Uncle Lobby was doing this to reassure her.
The other party told her plainly that no matter what time the Lu family is united, there will be no rebellion.
After Lu Lin finished reciting the ancestral teachings, he raised his eyebrows at Lu Tianxi, who was sitting opposite, with a somewhat intimate smile in his eyes.
The gentle and elegant Lu Dashao is no longer as self-defeating and decadent as in his previous life, and his facial expression is vivid.
Lu Tianxi pursed his lips and smiled, put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, gestured like a pistol, and then raised it towards Lu Lin.
Her red lips opened slightly, and she silently slammed her mouth.
The latter seemed to have been shot and collapsed on a wicker chair clutching his chest.
It's clear that a thirty-year-old person can still be so naΓ―ve.
The small actions of the two fell into the eyes of the elders, and they raised their eyebrows one after another, and no one made a sound of accusation, obviously accustomed to it.
After Lu Yiwen also finished reciting the ancestral teachings, Lu Wanqing got up and walked behind Lu Tianxi and patted her on the shoulder.
"Xiaoxi, no matter if things will develop as you dreamed in the next month, we will be here next."
Lu Wanqing was not as calm as he appeared, and there was a killing intent as sharp as a knife in his eyes.
Thinking that his own son, younger brother, niece, and cousin might die, his heart was full of emotion.
Lu Tianxi's face was innocent and harmless, and nodded obediently: "I know uncle." β
At this time, Lu Yiwen took out a notepad and pen and sent it to her: "Tianxi, quickly write down the names of those traitors." β
She wants to let those miscellaneous people know that the Lu family is not something that a cat or a dog can betray.
Most of the members of the Lu family's security company are from poor families, and all of them have received the favor of the Lu family, and how much money and energy have been spent to cultivate.
Since they dare to betray, how can they easily spare them.
Lu Yiwen has been training in the team for several years, and she is no longer the grumpy lady she used to be, and some of her iron-blooded methods torture people.
Lu Tianxi took the notebook, and the first name written on it was to the west.
If this person is not removed, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in her heart.
Lu Lin and Lu Yiwen stared at the names on the notebook one by one, and their faces sank like water.
Lu Wanqing, Lu Wanliang, and Lu Wanan saw the juniors communicating, looked at each other and left.
Lu Shirong stayed as the only elder.
He sat relaxed and contented, quietly looking at the void on Lu Tianxi's right, his deep eyes making it impossible to peek into his true emotions.
The rough fingertips of the perennial pen rubbed against the armrests of the rattan chair, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Boom! Click! β
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a deafening thunder rang out.
The courtyard was flooded with blood-soaked rain, and a rough purple lightning bolt slashed into the water, revealing two corpses.
"Damn!"
Lu Yiwen saw two corpses with frightened eyes open and staring, and she couldn't help but burst into foul mouth.
The other three also saw the body through a glass window hung with red rain.
Lu Shirong was indifferent to this scene, while Lu Lin frowned tightly and had a solemn facial expression.
Lu Tianxi's cold and lukewarm black eyes did not have any emotional waves, and he was obviously used to it.
And that's just the beginning.
The gears of fate have turned, and even more tragic casualties will send all survivors into a panic.
Upstairs.
Lu Wanliang returned to the room with a complicated mood, and Fan Wei sat in front of the window, looking at the blood-colored water downstairs.
There were stumps of broken trees, corpses, cars, garbage, and other debris floating in the water.
Her delicate face looked frightened, and she was obviously very scared, but she had to face it hard.
Lu Wanliang stepped forward, put his arm around her thin shoulders, and soothed: "Don't look at it if you're afraid." β
Fan Wei turned around and lay in his arms, her voice trembled, and she asked in a panic, "Can't we go back to our old lives?" β
Faced with his wife's inquiry, Lu Wanliang was silent.
After a long time, the room resounded with the sound of sobbing in silence.
The next room.
After Lu Wanan returned to the room, his wife Zhao Di, who was hiding in the corner of the bed, ran down barefoot.
Obviously in his early forties, he looks like he is twenty-eight or nineteen years old.
Her eyes were clear, and her eyes were full of tears: "Brother An, I'm so scared!" β
Zhao Di threw herself into Lu Wanan's arms, as if she had found someone she could trust and rely on, and hugged his waist tightly and didn't let go.
Lu Wanan was in a bad mood, hugged his wife and was silent, lifting his eyelids and staring coldly at the tragic scene outside the window.
His wife's IQ is forever stuck at about ten years old, and there is no possibility of cure.
In this catastrophe, without his care, how should Zhao Di survive in the future.
Thinking of his niece's tragic death in his dream, Lu Wanxin was both angry and sad, and didn't dare to ask him if Zhao Di was still alive after his death.
He took his wife's arm and came to the window, pointed to the corpse floating on the water downstairs, and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Di, do you see what's going on outside?"
There are dead people everywhere outside, what will you do without me? Are you going to let your daughter and son lose their mother? β
He hopes that with such stimulation, his wife's IQ will return to normal.
Even if he really has a chance in the future, Zhao Di can still live.
Zhao Di, who was dragged to the window, had tears in her clear eyes, and shook her head vigorously to refuse.
"Don't, don't, I'm afraid, I'm afraid ......"