Things have to start from that day when Wan Er went to Xiuchun Building to think about the shame of the snow.

Now this Quzhou City is his world on the surface, but if you want to investigate carefully, Mo Zizhai is the biggest behind the scenes in the city.

The resounding name of the Mo family giant is not called in vain, this can be said to be the base camp of the Mo family, whether it is a temple or a matter of the rivers and lakes, none of them can hide it from its ears and eyes, Xiuchun Tower, a huge Mo family machine, is running all the time.

On that day, as soon as Wan Er arrived downstairs in Xiuchun, the woman on the top had already paid attention, and if she wanted, she could even know what Wan Er ate every day, and the horror level could be imagined.

The willow eyebrows were slightly delicate, and Qianqianyu pinched a letter that had been opened, not knowing what to do.

The Mo family, although rooted in the city of Quzhou, has always been not concerned about the affairs of the city, but also has nothing to do with the forces in it, this troubled era for a hundred years, I don't know how many forces have changed here, Xiuchunlou is as stable as Mount Tai.

The message in the letter can be said to be about the life and death of the people who are constantly clamouring below.

In fact, it was not only him who came to target, but the entire force in Quzhou, all the people in power were beheaded, their information had already been fully understood, and the shot would be like thunder.

What happened after that was just as said that day, Wan'er failed to take revenge and returned defeated, but in Zhao Tianlang's hand, there was an extra letter, which was the one that Ning Qingwei took, so that he was prepared today.

In the blacksmith shop, the woman in the dilapidated environment was like a snow lotus, so white that people couldn't bear to look at it directly, and they didn't dare to blaspheme.

Ning Qingwei's dress is very different from usual, a white plain skirt sets off her like a fairy, fading away from the enchanting, not an ordinary taste.

"Father-in-law, dragon master, is it a real dragon?" she asked, this question had been bothered for a long time, and she really couldn't see what was so extraordinary about that ruffian-like man, there were too many such people in the world.

"There was once a fish, going upstream, crossing the rapids, crossing the shallows, and finally jumping into the dragon gate to become a real dragon, and since then it has traveled all over the world. Mo Zizhai said, the truth is self-evident.

"Could it be Waner, is it the fish that can cross the dragon gate?" Ning Qingwei asked again.

"Who knows, maybe it's just a dish cooked by others, whether it's steamed or braised or boiled, just steam. As he spoke, he became the old man who worked as a blacksmith again, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and decided to eat a steamed big carp today.

Ning Qingwei smiled bitterly, how could she not know what kind of person this is since she was a child, today, she is destined to get no answer.

"He's already made a move, I'm afraid this troubled world won't last long, I don't know if it's so clear, whether I can take a look, I really miss it. Mo Zizhai spoke again, he was now just an old man with emotion, for some reason, giving people a feeling of twilight.

"Father-in-law. Ning Qingwei whispered, she knew far more than Wang Dao, the old man in front of him now didn't know how many peers he had been, despised and abused, but who knew the bitterness in his heart, the day he bent his back, who saw the tears in his eyes, who knew how much he had paid for that big plan.

is innocent, but he is willing to fall into the manure tank, even if he comes out, I don't know if he can get rid of the stench.

"Mo family, it's time to be born, I don't know if the people of the world still remember my Mo family's tens of millions of ink heroes. Mo Zizhai opened his mouth and said, if this news spreads, can those people still sleep peacefully on the couch?

Hearing his words, Ning Qingwei's heart trembled, finally, I don't know how many black-clothed dreams this sentence was, how many people didn't hear it until they died, under the Yellow Spring, if they could still hear it, they would definitely be happy.

At the beginning, the Mo family giants led the twelve guards, thousands of ink heroes, what a majesty, that day, an order, all the ink heroes hidden in the rivers and lakes, some people ploughed the fields, some put away the killing knife, willing to be a butcher, some people worry all day long, live on wine, some people have thousands of wealth, and there are groups of wives and concubines......

To this day, there are still a few people who remember the Mo family.

Speaking of the City Lord's Mansion, not to mention the few heroes on the roof, our Wan Da Commander is now sitting in the lobby, next to Zhao Tianlang and Wang Zhili and the only six of the eighteen iron-blooded generals, all the high-level people gathered.

"Wan Er, you really don't go out to hide?" Zhao Tianlang said, and only he could talk to Wan Er like this.

"You Zhao Tianlang are not afraid, what are Lao Tzu afraid of. Wan Er said, took a sip of tea, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional, it is better to have a dragon well before the rain in Xiuchun Building, compared to it, this is like swill.

Listening to his words, Zhao Tianlang was just a blank eye, he didn't care, no matter how much he said, it would be a scoundrel, with him, there was no need to talk about him, and he might not be able to talk about him.

Seeing these two enemies, everyone was speechless, one was the commander, the other was the military advisor, these were the two people with the highest status in the city, who dared to intervene.

Wang Zhili smiled in his long narrow eyes, picked up his precious wine jug and took a sip, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What are you laughing at, listen to Lao Tzu, hurry up and get out of here, save me a mess here. Wan Er said again, he was really shot while lying down.

mentioned the word get out, which reminded him of the battle in Houcheng that day, the scholar who was holding a bloody knife in his hand and only had a shoe left on his foot, and he also told him to get out of the way that day.

I have to say that although the quality of this Waner is not good, it really has a special charm, after the bloody washing of Quzhou, waving a knife to the big business, the gift of the Wang family, the gift of the Wang family, the gift of the king joined ***, in just a few months, he has been willing to die for it, this is the charm.

Everyone was speechless, and after glancing at each other, they all laughed, and they were arrogant, today, no one retreated, even if the whole river and lake didn't matter.

On the roof, the killer king knife held the murder knife in his hand and whispered: "It's here." ”

In a moment, a large number of black-clothed people swept into the air, with a cold light in their hands, and at a glance, they knew that they were not idle.

There were forty or fifty of them, and they went straight to the city lord's mansion, and the people who fell behind were really not small, but tonight everything was doomed to be in vain, and tomorrow, their heads would be hung high on the city wall.

Xiao Lotus only showed sharp corners, murderous and soaring into the sky, holding the first lotus, the impermanent judge Yan Luo accompanied him, the sword ghost in the Central Plains, raising a sword in three years, the sword ghost was arrogant, and the first lotus was stained with blood.

One person and one sword, people are soldiers, and the sword is a murderous sword, how can we be willing to be nameless, just wait for one day to break the blue sky, Fu Junqing is here, who dares to fight.

The black-clothed ink man, the hidden Mo family, the rivers and lakes do not show the name of the Mo family, by my Wang Dao to speak, the Mo family disciples are thousands, just waiting for the birth of the blood to be shocked, the murder king knife, the existence of the top 20 in the rivers and lakes, today, famous all over the world.