"There is no relative, the enemy has it! Are you interested, revenge for your dad?"

Mo Luo didn't get sick, wiped off the tear marks in the corner of his eyes, drank a daughter's red, and spit the alcohol.

Xiao Zhijun died, and she suddenly seemed to be taken off. She was not interested in anything.

However, Xiao did not regret suddenly opening, and asked Xiao Zhijun's relatives, which made her unhappy.

If you are unhappy, she has a vicious idea.

She wants Lin Fei and Xiao to regret the disability.

"He was killed?"

Xiao didn't regret his eyes slightly, and the face that looked immature, at this moment particularly dignified.

No matter how strange this dad is, after all, it is the blood connection.

Xiao Zhijun's death, how much he touched him.

At this moment, Mo Luo said that Xiao Zhijun was killed, which made his heart, hate hate.

There is no way, this is the inner thing connected by the blood veins, and it cannot be abandoned.

He could not care about Xiao Zhijun, and Xiao Zhijun didn't care about him.

However, if Xiao Zhijun was killed, he felt unbearable.

"Yes, there is a young man who is in Huaxia called Lin Fei, which is he forced your father."

"Do you want me to kill Lin Fei? Why don't you go yourself?"

Mo Luo took another sip of wine: "It's just a ant, I'm too lazy to get it, I'm not interested."

"How do you think, I am interested?"

"Because you are half of the blood of Xiao Zhijun, half of the blood is my Mo Luo." At the same time that Mo Luo spoke, he looked at Xiao Zhijun.

"Anyway, he is your father. Father's debt is repaid, Father Qiu Zi reports, this is a matter of nature."

"Unless you are willing to be a coward!"

Xiao does not regret the immature face, there is no wave of waves.

He nodded seriously: "What you said is reasonable. Could it be that you will never be killed?"

His words had just fallen, and Mo Luo, who had ten meters away from him, suddenly appeared in front of him.

Before he reacted, Mo Luo flashed his left hand, a dagger, accurate and fierce, and inserted it in the position of Xiao Never regret the heart.

The red blood splashed out.

At this moment, Xiao did not regret his eyes widened, and his eyes were puzzled.

"Why kill me?"

Mo Luo didn't speak, just a glamorous smile.

And her smile gradually blurred in front of Xiao Da regret, and finally Xiao did not regret falling on the ground and lost her consciousness.

I don't know how long it took him to open his eyes. The sky outside had been hacked.

In the room, there are rows of red candles ignited, and it looks particularly different.

Xiao did not regret getting up, and a cold sweat was shocked.

He quickly touched his chest, nothing, and there was no wound.

He is in confusion now, is it just a dream that happened during the day?

In the candlelight, a glamorous figure appeared.

It looks like she is a fairy who came out of light and slowly walked towards him,

"Now you should understand, why do I worry about you won't die?"

Speaking, she had come to Xiao Buxi's regret, and squeezed his immature, fair face with her hands.

"Go! Do what you want to do."

"Moreover, you will find that as long as you have a mobile phone, you can locate a place. As long as you want to go to that place, it's just a matter of mind!"

Xiao Bu regret not shocked much. He has been used to his difference.

"I just want to know why I won't die?"

"Of course you will die, but in the mortal world, no weapon can kill you. Your self-healing ability is beyond imagination."

This time Xiao Buhui understood and nodded.

And Mo Luo gave him a mobile phone and an address. This address was Lin Fei's villa.

Of course, he was also given a photo of Lin Fei, and the photo was marked as the man who killed his father.

Xiao Buhui kept Lin Fei's image in his heart, then turned on his phone with his mind and located the address of Lin Fei's villa. Then something incredible happened.

Xiao Buhui disappeared out of thin air, and when he appeared, he was already in China, standing in the courtyard of Lin Fei's villa facing the rising sun.

Today is the day to cremate Mei Ting.

In the morning, the courtyard of Lin Fei's villa was still full of sadness.

Lin Fei knelt in front of the funeral bed early in the morning to observe mourning.

He was dressed in mourning clothes, kneeling, silent and grieving.

Xiao Buhui looked around the courtyard and saw the coffin shed, the coffin bed, as well as the dead and the living.

He immediately understood that there were also deaths in this family.

Although he does not live in China, he is knowledgeable about the past and present, and can speak many languages.

Naturally, we also understand that the living are grieving and paying homage to the dead.

Soon someone also noticed a child, wearing a black suit and bow tie.

The aura of the young master from a wealthy family he cultivated is very obvious, so he is particularly eye-catching.

The first person to notice him was Chen Zixuan. Chen Zixuan looked at the half-grown child, standing not far away and looking around, feeling very strange in her heart.

So early in the morning, that guest came over with his child?

However, there was no adult by his side.

Soon Chen Zixuan and Xiao Buhui's eyes met, and Chen Zixuan was shocked to find that the child's eyes were so deep.

It made her feel deeply that the person standing opposite was not a child, but an old man.

Curious in her heart, she walked over.

"***, are you here with your parents?"

Xiao Buhui shook his head and said nothing, but walked to the coffin in a very gentlemanly manner, and then bowed three times to Mei Ting's body.

His politeness and presence also attracted Lin Fei's attention.

Lin Fei looked at his fair and tender face, with an air of immortality in his handsomeness.

That's right, this is a kind of breath that can't be found in mortals.

At the same time, Xiao Buhui also looked at Lin Fei and recognized his "father-killing enemy" at a glance.

However, there was no trace of hatred in his eyes. Instead, he nodded lightly to Lin Fei: "My condolences!"

A child, like an adult, advised Lin Fei to mourn.

Such a scene made Ye Qingxue so shocked that she couldn't even open her mouth from ear to ear.

She thought this little boy was particularly interesting, and she could smell a sweet scent on him.

That's right, since Ye Qingxue became a drought demon, her sense of smell for humans has become particularly keen.

She can smell who's flesh is sweet and whose flesh is sour or even smelly.

A pair of curious eyes stared at him. Xiao Buhui did not feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he smiled lightly and looked at Ye Qingxue.

He only said four words to Ye Qingxue: "You are not human!"

"Where did you come from, little brat, how can you curse people?" Wang Ling'er, an eccentric person, had long been suffocated by the dull and sad atmosphere.

Early in the morning, she followed Lin Fei to kneel down and worship Mei Ting's body, feeling depressed.

Suddenly an interesting, strange little kid came.

The key is that the little brat cursed people when she opened her mouth, which made her explode.

Teng, she stood up and rushed towards Xiao Buhui.
Chapter completed!