Soon, the old man decisively led the Ouyang clan and quickly evacuated Cangfeng City.

But Qu Mo and the two patriarchs who were looking for trouble made a request that, except for close-fitting things, the Ouyang family was not allowed to take away any valuable things when they evacuated, and even the business, account books, etc. in other places must be explained clearly.

So, a scene was staged, where two clan leaders forcibly accepted and distributed the Ouyang family's industries.

The style of Xuanling Dalu, weak, meat, strong, and food is fully demonstrated.

Of course, in the past half a month, when people from the Qu clan and the Mo clan meet, one or two small blood, small episodes, and small disputes will inevitably occur. Anyway, the two clan leaders have become accustomed to it for so many years.

As long as no one is killed, they will pretend to be dead.

Today, in the original Ouyang Mansion, the plaque has now been removed, and it is an unknown mansion.

In the hall, the two patriarchs were staring at each other.

After distribution, the rest is Cangfeng City.

Cangfeng City is a rich and important city!

If the Qu clan wants to get it, the Mo clan will naturally not let it go!

At this moment, Mo Yifeng behaved gently and took a sip of tea. His face did not flush and he said without breathing: "Captain Qu, our Mo clan, Young Master Sun, married your young master. No matter what, you have to give it some dowry. I didn't give it before, but it's okay to make up for it now. Cangfeng City is allocated to the Mo clan."

"Puff!" Liu Qianshui was spraying, and he was watching the show with joy.

At the same time, he gave a shameless look to the leader of Mo.

Sure enough, the ones with the surname Mo were all the same.

After hearing this, the old patriarch Qu's eyebrows were raised and he counterattacked: "Class Mo, do you think the young master of our Qu tribe is so easy to marry? How can a mere Cangfeng City be successful? At least, you must hand over half of the property you just received in the Ouyang family as a betrothal gift to express two or three points of sincerity."

"Haha! Well said." Liu Qianshui applauded.

Really shameless than the other?!

One asks for a dowry! The other asks for a betrothal gift.

Isn't it just for a city?!

And at the same time, on the hillside of a certain place.

A new tomb was set up.

There was a man and a woman standing in front of the tomb, wearing mourning clothes.

The clouds are so sad that they are lightly cage, and they are bleak and desolate.

A woman was worried that she had been in the funeral for half a month and was buried in peace until now.

He remained silent and stayed in front of his master's tomb.

She didn't know when he would get out of this emotional trough, but she would always be with him. However, she would also feel sorry for his body, "Chengcheng, Master, he...If you know that you are so happy, regardless of your body, regardless of your body, will you be relieved?"

"..." Mo Liancheng was slightly dull.

Looking back, his eyes fell on Qu Tan'er's little face.

She held his big hand and said softly: "You are losing weight again. Oh, what should I do if I ask me to deal with you?"

Finally, Mo Liancheng's slightly turbid eyes gradually cleared.

Instead, they held her little hand, knelt down together, and kowtowed.

"Tan'er, do you know how Master died?"

"..." Qu Tan'er shook her head.

He hasn't told her the truth for so many days.

She also wanted to know what happened in the dry well.

"Master, it was for me that I burned my mysterious god." Two lines of clear tears slid down the extremely handsome cheeks. He said it slowly.
Chapter completed!