After hearing this, Ye Zhikuang almost hugged his head and beat him up.

How could there be such a man who is so ungrateful?

The two entered the ancestral hall at the same time.

The ancestral hall is very large, with tablets of the Ye family's ancestor hall on three sides. The ancestral hall on the table in the middle is the ancestral tablets that the Ye family dug up in the Tianyuan Continent. Moreover, they are all experts who are ranked in the Tianyuan Continent and have a well-known reputation. Even after thousands of years, people still remember their names.

On the left is the tabletop dedicated to the ancestral plaque of the Ye family’s male ancestral monument.

On the right is a female stele.

When you walk into the ancestral hall, you will see neatly arranged ancestral tablets, which look very spectacular.

However, at night, it is inevitable that there is a bit more gloomy here.

But when Ye Zhikuang looked at the table in the middle, his body was stunned and his steps stopped.

The ancestral monument on the table in the middle was messy.

Some ancestral plaques were even photographed in half.

Seeing this, Ye Zhikuang's face changed drastically, and Ye Haitian was sitting on the chair at this moment, staring at Ye Zhikuang with anger.

"Dad..." She stepped across the doorbar and walked quickly towards Ye Haitian.

Ye Haitian turned his face away and did not respond to her, and the expression on his face looked very angry.

She could understand the feeling of being tied to this place inexplicably. If it were her, she would find a way to make the place so messy even if she was tied up.

She is not a sloppy woman at all.

However, Ye Haitian would never do that. He respected his ancestors. Not to mention letting him split the ancestor monument, he would not allow him to even if others came in and touched him.

But she couldn't understand what happened to the ancestral monument plaques that fell on the ground and broke into two pieces.

Mo Junxie followed Ye Zhikuang silently.

The two came to Ye Haitian together.

Mo Junxie glanced at him, then walked around behind him, raised his fingertips, and the white light lit up from his fingers.

The light shines like a star, flying towards the rope.

When the light intersected with the rope, the immortal rope immediately let go of Ye Haitian's body and returned to Mo Junxie's hand and turned into a green dragon whip.

Ye Haitian, who had obtained freedom, suddenly stood up and raised his hand. Without a word or a warning, he slapped Ye Zhikuang in the face.

"Ba"

The scorching pain was clearly transmitted to the perceptual senses on his face. He used too much force to make her snow-white face immediately slap the marks.

She tilted her face sideways, and the green dragon fairy hairpin inserted on her hair also fell to the ground at that moment, with a crisp "ding dong" sound.

Her eyes fell on the Qinglong Fairy Hairpin, with apologetic in her eyes but also her inherent stubbornness.

But after Ye Haitian slapped her in the face, his anger was still not relieved. In his anger, he raised his hand and slapped her in the face again.

The clear and cold wind blew, and the two men's garland was blown up by the breeze. His palms cooled down, and his movements of slapping Ye Zhimai paused in the air.

The cold hand held Ye Haitian's wrist hard.

Ye Haitian had never felt that a person's body temperature could be colder than a dead person.

He turned around and saw Mo Junxie's eyes shining like ice, and then pushed Ye Haitian away heavily.

Ye Haitian retreated repeatedly and bumped into the ancestral worship platform behind him.

Another batch of ancestral plaques on the table fell down with a "bang bang bang".
Chapter completed!