Three watches, and three more.

The darkness of tonight was even thicker than last night, presumably because the ink was thicker when the scholar put pen to paper.

Qin Million sat on the steps at the door of his mansion.

The saber stood in front of him, his hands resting on the hilt.

His eyes scanned the surroundings, and he knew immediately if there was any disturbance.

The wife stood quietly aside, wearing a black power suit, although she was nearly forty years old, her proud figure was still young.

Especially his wife's delicate waist, although it looks thin, it has its own heroic spirit.

The wife put her hands on her waist, and two short knives were placed at her waist.

Although the short knife is short, it should not be underestimated.

They have waited for a long time, and they are pampered on weekdays, and if they were to wait so long, they would be furious.

And tonight they dare not be angry.

Not only that, but I didn't even dare to gasp for air.

In the duel of masters, the decisive victory is often between a thousand shots.

Even the slightest slack can cost you your own life.

The other party is a cruel fanatic of the Infinite Demon Sect.

Qin Million didn't dare to be distracted, and his wife didn't dare to.

Time passed little by little, and finally, the sound of the carriage in the distance turned out.

The sound of the car resounding through the street, unusually harsh.

Qin Million and his wife looked up.

I saw two carriages walking side by side, pulling the coffin towards the Qin Mansion.

His wife's face was flustered, and when she looked closely, she saw that a carriage was pulling four coffins, and the whole street was lined up in two columns, forming two long dragons.

When my wife looked at it, she roughly counted it, and it was exactly one hundred and two coffins!

A little old man drove the carriage, and the carriage slowly stopped not far from the Qin Mansion.

It was the little old man from last night.

Now come with the coffin again!

When Qin Million saw this old man, he felt grief in his heart.

"Uncle Zheng, I didn't expect it to be you. Qin Million said.

The little old man said, "No, it's not me. It's just that a boy came to my shop to place an order, and I pulled the coffin. ”

"You've been here last night, why are you here again tonight?"

"Master Qin, tonight is different, Gongzi pays again tonight, and the coffin is not last night's coffin. ”

"Why is it different? Uncle Zheng, you see that there is a coffin in it, and the coffin board of that coffin was cut by millions this morning, and you sent it again tonight, obviously the same coffin. ”

"This time... It's really different. ”

Qin Million looked sideways, and there was a little doubt in his eyes.

Uncle Zheng didn't speak, just looked at the coffin and was silent.

Qin Million seemed to have thought of something, he stepped forward quickly and suddenly pushed open the coffin board of one of the coffins.

The coffin board fell to the ground with a "bang", smashing up thick smoke and dust. Even though it's night, you can still smell the dust in the air.

Looking at the inside of the coffin, Qin Million's face turned pale.

"Xiao Ding!"

Qin Million's voice was hoarse, and lying in the coffin was a family member named Xiao Ding, who had dismissed all the family members today, but he didn't expect Xiao Ding to die.

Qin Million's heart was sad, and his eyes became red.

Immediately, Qin Million seemed to have thought of something.

Qin Million looked at the two long lines, a full one hundred and two coffins.

A heart is slowly getting cold, and no amount of hot flame can rekindle the dead heart.

"Master Qin, mourn. Uncle Zheng patted Qin Million's shoulder and left quietly.

Old Man Qin was stunned, there were one hundred and two coffins in front of him, could it be...

Old Master Qin rushed forward and lifted the coffin boards of one coffin after another.

He saw a pair of familiar faces, but now they were different from the past, and these familiar faces were separated from him forever.

"Sir... Don't be sad. The wife said, "The concubine will always be with you." ”

He nodded, and continued to lift the coffin board.

"Bang dang dang", two coffin boards fell to the ground.

His heart was pounding violently, and his face and eyebrows were shaking.

"Oh my God, Zheng'er, Xuan'er!"

Qin Million was lying on the coffin, and the coffin pulled by the carriage was his concubine Xuan'er and his son Qin Zheng!

Qin Million and his wife looked at each other.

They should have guessed that this would be the case, and the methods of the people in this demon sect are ruthless!

"Hahahaha, Wuji Demon Sect, such a ruthless method, such a ruthless heart!" Qin Million raised his head and laughed, his laughter faintly revealing a hint of desolation.

Qin Million smiled angrily, and his tears were left unhappily.

He has always been a competitive person, a competitive husband at home, and a competitive Master Qin when he goes out.

He once warned himself that men don't flick when they have tears.

But the tears shed today are more than the blood he shed for most of his life.

For the first time, he knew what it meant to have a dead heart.

For the first time, I realized what it means to break the embankment with tears.

"Zheng'er Zheng'er, Zheng'er is not afraid, after my mother kills the enemy, I will come to accompany you. ”

His wife stroked her child's forehead and gently sang the ballad that Qin Zheng liked to listen to when he was a child.

Qin Zheng always fell asleep listening to songs when he was a child, and tonight is afraid that it will be the last time he listens to it.

The wife sang and sang, her crisp voice slowly turned into a choked voice, and finally she couldn't stop her sad emotions anymore, and she hugged Qin Million and cried.

"If I were you, I would stop crying and save some strength against the enemy. A voice rang out.

The silent streets were empty, and the sound of this sound was tantamount to thunder in the daytime, instantly waking up the husband and wife.

The husband and wife turned their heads to look.