"Honor, what are you...what are you going to do? I think it's better to put the revenge on hold for the time being. Your situation is worrying now, so for this incident, the old family clan group is already dissatisfied with you."

"If you go out during lockdown, you will completely anger them."

"What's more, the family has ordered that anyone be prohibited from avenging the little master."

When Mr. Han heard this, his face turned pale and he quickly spoke out to persuade him.

After all, Chu Zhenghong had just been removed from his family. If he frowned the elders at this time, he would probably find it difficult for him to return to the position of head of the family in the future.

However, in the face of Mr. Han's advice, how could Chu Zhenghong listen?

"I said, bring the knife!"

"As for the family, what are they?"

"I, Chu Zhenghong, want to leave, but who can stop me?"

The deep words are full of domineering.

"This Japanese country is planning to murder my son?"

"Doesn't you really think that no one in my son Xiaofan is in love?"

"This time, I will let them know that my son Xiaofan is not an orphan."

"He has me!!"

The low words are like gold and jade falling to the ground, making a clanging sound.

In an instant, the room was filled with endless murderous intent.

Huh ~

Outside the window, the cold wind is cold, and three thousand clear bamboos sway in the wind.

Just like that, that night, Chu Zhenghong left the Mount Chumen with one knife.

Before leaving, Chu Zhenghong left a note to Mr. Han.

"Old Han, if one day, a miracle will happen, my son Xiaofan will come back alive."

"Remember, give this note to him."

"I have nothing to give him. I only have this note to record my lifelong efforts. Perhaps it will have some effect on him."

"Also, tell him, I'm sorry to him."

"She's right, I don't deserve to be his father."

"When I was young, I couldn't protect them. Now ten years have passed, and I still haven't protected them."

Under the dark night, the cold wind blew up thousands of fallen leaves, and also blew up men's sleeves, making a sound.

Old Old Han's eyes were red, and he stared at the tall back and slowly disappeared into the night.

On the way out, Chu Zhenghong naturally could not avoid the obstruction of the Chu family's strong men.

But how can they block the men's footsteps?

Between the mountain gates, men walked step by step, each with one knife, cutting through thousands of shackles.

Outside the house, there is a mess everywhere.

All the strong men who intended to stop Chu Zhenghong were injured on the ground and could not get up.

However, just as Chu Zhenghong stepped on his house, deep in the dark night, he thought the old man appeared quietly like a ghost.

This person dresses simply and has a restrained aura.

Standing there, it was like an ordinary person, without any attention.

However, the moment the person appeared, everyone present looked frightened and respectful.

Even Chu Zhenghong himself had a little more solemnity and fear in his expression.

"Old Xuan, even you want to block me?"

The man raised his head, and the low voice sounded quietly under the dark night.

The old man did not answer. After a moment of silence, he just asked lightly: "Head of the family, don't know what to do here?"

"Tread the sky!"

The man said this resolutely and firmly, and powerfully.

"If you don't go back?" the old man asked again.

"I will never go back!"

The majestic sound echoed quietly under the night.

When the old man heard this, he finally turned sideways and made way.

The man hugged his fists and thanked him, lifted his knife and left. Soon, he disappeared into the night.

"Old Xuan, why did you let him go?"

At this time, the senior executives of the Chu family who rushed over asked anxiously.

Old Xuan shook his head and whispered: "It's useless, he has made up his mind, I can't stop him."

Huh ~

The night is lonely, and only the noise of the wind is left.

That night, one person and one sword were on the vast sea, heading towards the land of the Sun Kingdom and heading eastward.

Under his feet, the waves were rolling, and the speed was so fast that a white mark was pulled up.

From a distance, it looks like a dragon! Like a dragon!

King of Hell of Chu, as his son, has reappeared in the world!

No one knows what kind of tide will the next Japanese martial arts cause?

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It was the same night.

The lights in Yunzhou, Jiangdong, Yundingshan villa have not been extinguished overnight!

There was a table full of dishes on the dining table, but it was not moved at all.

At the table, Qiu Mucheng sat quietly without saying a word.

Tonight, she was dressed in a particularly charming way.

He dressed in a snow-white Versace long dress, outlining his perfect figure to the fullest.

She has never liked to put on makeup, so she put on exquisite makeup tonight.

The delicate red lips are like the seductive peach, delicate and charming.

However, no matter how beautiful the beauty is, no one can see it.

It's like flowers blooming in the dark night, leaving only desolation.

"Mu Cheng, it's already twelve o'clock, you go and rest first."

"I'll sit here and wait for him."

"When that bastard comes back, I will ask him to get out and apologize to you."

Ye Ximei, who was beside her, couldn't bear it and spoke out to persuade her.

The fact that Ye Fan's death was only fermenting in the martial arts world, so Qiu Mucheng and the others naturally didn't know about it.

I only thought that Ye Fan had delayed something and was unable to rush home in time.

However, facing Ye Ximei's words, Qiu Mucheng shook his head.

"Mom, it's okay, I'm not sleepy."

"I'm waiting for him here."

"I'll see when he will get home."

Qiu Mucheng sat quietly as if she was angry.

There was a full table of dishes, but I didn't eat them at all.

The red wine filled in the cup was not stained at all.

Qiu Mucheng showed peace, but Ye Ximei could still feel the grievance and anger in her heart.

In order to prepare for tonight's birthday party, Qiu Mucheng prepared for many days.

Half a month ago, I started practicing the dishes I want to make tonight many times.

Yes, I don’t know how many times Qiu Mucheng has failed to make this dish.

Although it was to celebrate her birthday on the surface, Ye Ximei knew very well that the main purpose of this table of rice was to be made for Ye Fan.
To be continued...