In the hall, Leng Yeting and Leng Xiuyuan were busy. They learned that Leng Xinyue came to get the news. Song Zhi went to Wei Yan to say.

Wei Yan urged him to prepare another group of people, and ask if there are guests at home.

The ugly family is not good, especially during this time, the cold family really made too many things.

Song Zhicai left, and Wei Yan heard a little bit in a little bit.

Leng Yeting came, and his wide palm held Wei Yan's waist: "Are you tired?"

Wei Yan shook his head gently, but was worried about him: "What about you?"

Having said that she raised her hand on Leng Yeting's forehead, and she was still a bit hot, but I don't know if it was the reason why it was just busy.

"I'm not tired," Leng Ye Ting said, "Are they Cold New Moon, they are here?"

"Um."

"You take a little bit."

A little bit hugging Leng Yeting's legs, the sound is smaller than just now: "Don't, Dad, I want to stay here."

Leng Yeting held his long hands and hugged him: "What's wrong with the sound."

"He was afraid of Mrs. Leng." Wei Yan explained for his son.

Leng Yanting's thick eyebrows, this son, is so distressing.

When I kissed my son's face, Leng Yeting was about to speak. The cold crescent moon came from the door.

Song Zhi took someone to stop them and not give them into it.

But this time they had weapons in their hands, Jiang Xiangming held a fire hammer in his hand, and it looked like a dry frame.

Leng Yeting put a little bit back to the ground, lifted his feet, and saw him at a glance: "Leng Yeting! You still have a face back here!"

Leng Yeting said with a deep voice: "Go out."

"The person who should get out is you!" Leng Xinyue's voice was extremely sharp. "What qualifications do you have to stand in front of the old man's body today?!! It was you killed him. Today, I am in front of the home.

People tear your face down! "

Leng Xiuyuan's voice sounded: "What do you do, don't make noisy in front of Dad's body! Roll!"

Leng Xinyue stretched his fingers: "Both of your father and son are not good things. This will be pretended here. It is time to roll you! It was for you to force the old man to death.

He lived alive !! "

Speaking, her voice brought up crying, and her expression became indignant: "Get out quickly, don't welcome you here!"

Compared to her excitement, Leng Yeting was always cold: "Grandpa left me a sentence before his death, saying that your eyes are blind."

At this time, Leng Xiuyuan saw Jiang Xiangming's fire hammer in his hands, and anger: "Who allows you to take this thing to the body of the old man's body, I let you roll out! Drive them away!"

The men went around all of a sudden.

"Who dares to come!" Jiang Xiangming raised the fire hammer in his hand, "I really can do it, you have many people, if I hurt you, this is just a defense!"

Leng Yeting suddenly walked towards him. Jiang Xiangming ignored it, raised the fire hammer and rose towards him.

Wei Yanxin tightly, when he reached out and covered his son's eyes, he stepped forward and almost called out the name of Leng Yeting.

However, when I saw Leng Ye Tingliso, he easily took off Jiang Xiangming's fire hammer, and followed his abdomen to make up.

Whether Leng Yeting is a head or strength, it is completely crushing for Jiang Xiangming's 60 -year -old people. In addition, Jiang Xiangming fell back and almost didn't go down the steps.

Leng Xinyue and Leng Tianrui screamed and helped him.

Mu Wenwen, who was not far away, also covered his mouth.

Jiang Xiangming was lifted up by the mother and son, and his chest hurt. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spit out a bright blood.
Chapter completed!