Chapter: 3247
Murong Jianghe did not speak when he saw the head of the Wang family.
No matter how angry you are in your heart, it's like hitting on cotton.
Looking at the dozen or so owners sitting in the house, Murong Jianghe's face showed a tired look.
"Everyone, now there is only one last way..."
Murong Jianghe's tone was full of unwillingness.
If it weren't for the current situation, it would have become a dead end.
In Lin Mo's hands, not only the servant and Murong Yi were in his hands.
Even the servants that the Wang Family Patriarch sent out to do damage are now in Lin Mo's hands.
All the evidence of himself and others is now in Lin Mo's hands.
The sense of crisis that could not be dissipated for a long time in his heart had to make Murong Jianghe make this decision.
His eyes looked at the back mountain of Murong's house from a distance.
It was the head of the Murong family, where Murong Hai retreated.
Murong Hai had spoken to Murong Jianghe before the retreat.
When the Murong family or Wumeng encountered something that could not be solved.
You can go to the cave behind Murong's house and call him out.
The current situation is no longer under Murong Jianghe's control.
"I went back to the back of the family to wake up my brother. This is also our silver lining."
"Before that, I hope you can sit here honestly."
"Even if Lin Mo came in and put the knife on your neck."
"Don't move!"
After that, Murong Jianghe walked straight into the rain curtain.
He didn't go to get an umbrella.
Let the rain that has become torrential rain hit him.
The heads of the families in the house looked at each other.
But in the end, he chose to listen to Murong Jianghe's words and sit there.
...
Even if it rains in Haifang City today.
The air is much cleaner than before.
But there is a faint hint of the heavy air of a golden iron horse.
The children who could still play at the door before were called home by the adults.
A group of people came in unison on Qingshi Long Street.
They were dressed in mino jackets, with long knives slung around their waists, and firearms wrapped in tarpaulins on their backs.
The big martial characters on the clothes under the robes showed their identities.
Wumeng!
They were walking in heavy rain.
The Murong family walked straight towards the destination of their own and others.
Outside the streets of the Murong family's ancestral home.
Every street was guarded by members of the Wumeng League in mino clothes.
The entire Murong family has been surrounded in all directions.
And it is still open and upright, surrounded by everywhere.
The atmosphere in the heavy rain was even heavier after the arrival of the Wumeng members.
At this moment, the Murong family's ancestral house is like ants on a hot pot.
Everyone saw that they were standing upright outside the ancestral house, with a knife on their waist.
Even if he didn't speak, he just stood there quietly.
That pressure also hit like a tsunami.
In line with the increasingly heavy and majestic rain curtain in the sky.
There was no one in the Murong family who could calm down.
The most senior old man in the Murong family, Murong Jianghe and Murong Hai's grandfather, Murong Zhou, walked out tremblingly from a small room.
His younger brother was the head of the Murong family who took office.
That is, the father of Murong Hai and Murong Zhou's father.
With the help of his servants, Murong Zhou walked to the main courtyard of the Murong family.
Since his younger brother died, Murong Zhou stopped interfering in the affairs of the Murong family early.
Now that Murong Jianghe disappeared, the Murong family was suddenly headless.
In desperation, everyone could only invite the oldest person in Murong Zhou.
"Where's Murong Jianghe!?"
Murong Zhou looked at Murong Chi, who was standing beside him, and asked in a deep voice.
Murong Chi also had a blank look on his face.
"Grandpa, I don't know where my father is."
Murong Chi shook his head at Murong Zhou, saying that he didn't know either. JrNovels.com
No matter how angry you are in your heart, it's like hitting on cotton.
Looking at the dozen or so owners sitting in the house, Murong Jianghe's face showed a tired look.
"Everyone, now there is only one last way..."
Murong Jianghe's tone was full of unwillingness.
If it weren't for the current situation, it would have become a dead end.
In Lin Mo's hands, not only the servant and Murong Yi were in his hands.
Even the servants that the Wang Family Patriarch sent out to do damage are now in Lin Mo's hands.
All the evidence of himself and others is now in Lin Mo's hands.
The sense of crisis that could not be dissipated for a long time in his heart had to make Murong Jianghe make this decision.
His eyes looked at the back mountain of Murong's house from a distance.
It was the head of the Murong family, where Murong Hai retreated.
Murong Hai had spoken to Murong Jianghe before the retreat.
When the Murong family or Wumeng encountered something that could not be solved.
You can go to the cave behind Murong's house and call him out.
The current situation is no longer under Murong Jianghe's control.
"I went back to the back of the family to wake up my brother. This is also our silver lining."
"Before that, I hope you can sit here honestly."
"Even if Lin Mo came in and put the knife on your neck."
"Don't move!"
After that, Murong Jianghe walked straight into the rain curtain.
He didn't go to get an umbrella.
Let the rain that has become torrential rain hit him.
The heads of the families in the house looked at each other.
But in the end, he chose to listen to Murong Jianghe's words and sit there.
...
Even if it rains in Haifang City today.
The air is much cleaner than before.
But there is a faint hint of the heavy air of a golden iron horse.
The children who could still play at the door before were called home by the adults.
A group of people came in unison on Qingshi Long Street.
They were dressed in mino jackets, with long knives slung around their waists, and firearms wrapped in tarpaulins on their backs.
The big martial characters on the clothes under the robes showed their identities.
Wumeng!
They were walking in heavy rain.
The Murong family walked straight towards the destination of their own and others.
Outside the streets of the Murong family's ancestral home.
Every street was guarded by members of the Wumeng League in mino clothes.
The entire Murong family has been surrounded in all directions.
And it is still open and upright, surrounded by everywhere.
The atmosphere in the heavy rain was even heavier after the arrival of the Wumeng members.
At this moment, the Murong family's ancestral house is like ants on a hot pot.
Everyone saw that they were standing upright outside the ancestral house, with a knife on their waist.
Even if he didn't speak, he just stood there quietly.
That pressure also hit like a tsunami.
In line with the increasingly heavy and majestic rain curtain in the sky.
There was no one in the Murong family who could calm down.
The most senior old man in the Murong family, Murong Jianghe and Murong Hai's grandfather, Murong Zhou, walked out tremblingly from a small room.
His younger brother was the head of the Murong family who took office.
That is, the father of Murong Hai and Murong Zhou's father.
With the help of his servants, Murong Zhou walked to the main courtyard of the Murong family.
Since his younger brother died, Murong Zhou stopped interfering in the affairs of the Murong family early.
Now that Murong Jianghe disappeared, the Murong family was suddenly headless.
In desperation, everyone could only invite the oldest person in Murong Zhou.
"Where's Murong Jianghe!?"
Murong Zhou looked at Murong Chi, who was standing beside him, and asked in a deep voice.
Murong Chi also had a blank look on his face.
"Grandpa, I don't know where my father is."
Murong Chi shook his head at Murong Zhou, saying that he didn't know either. JrNovels.com
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