A man with an upper body and a pair of shorts appeared in front of Murong Jianghe.

There are various wounds, large and small, all over the bronze-colored muscles all over his body.

An aura like a beast emanated from his body.

Murong Hai's eyes slowly opened.

A cold light flashed across his eyes.

Murong Jianghe, who was originally looking at Murong Hai, suddenly stiffened.

It seems that there has been no activity for many years.

Murong Hai made a sound like frying beans.

A crackling sound resounded on Murong Hai's body.

"Jiang He, what happened?"

Murong Hai's eyes turned to Murong Jianghe.

His voice was calm, like a giant tiger that had just woken up.

"Lin Mo, the envoy of Wumeng Zhenyue, came up, and now you are the only one who can do it."

The majestic rain washed down on Murong Hai's body, as if it was washing his body for him.

Hearing Murong Jianghe's words, Murong Hai was taken aback for a moment.

"Wumen, is it He Er?"

Thirty years ago, Murong Hai became the leader of the Wumeng Alliance when he was in his twenties.

But later, in order to climb to a higher level of martial arts, he chose to retreat.

"How long has it been now?"

Murong Hai looked at Murong Jianghe and asked.

"Brother, more than 30 years have passed..."

Seeing the traces of time left on Murong Jianghe's body, Murong Hai's eyes flashed with emotion.

"Jiang He, you are old."

Although Murong Hai is a martial arts idiot.

But there are still some feelings for this younger brother, Murong Jianghe.

Murong Jianghe was silent after hearing Murong Hai's words.

Yes, he is already old.

There is no youthful arrogance and chivalrous courage.

If the current self has enough interests, it is estimated that even his own son can be sacrificed.

Murong Hai's line of sight looked forward, as if through the rain screen he saw the members of the Wumeng League surrounding Murong's house.

"I don't know what happened, but."

"Jiang He, you have changed."

Murong Hai walked straight past Murong Jianghe.

The toes exerted force, and the whole person was instantly ejected like a cannonball.

There was only one sentence left on the top of the hill.

"No matter what happens this time, I will help you deal with it."

"But you... do it yourself."

On the top of the deserted hill, Murong Jianghe stood there in despair.

Immediately afterwards, he burst into laughter like a madman.

"Hahaha, Murong Hai, do you think you are a hero?"

"I lived in your shadow for the first half of my life, and now you will cover me with your shadow for the rest of my life!"

"Hahaha, all to die, all to die!"

This is Murong Jianghe, who is known as the peerless think tank of the Murong family, Zhuge Reincarnation.

Today, he was completely turned into a madman by Murong Hai's words.

...

"Look, here we come."

The door of the Murong family's ancestral home.

Lin Mo, who was holding a black umbrella, said to Murong Zhou, who was standing in the rain.

Among the roofs in the distance, a person came quickly and horizontally.

The figure is domineering, and every time he steps on the roof, he rushes a large distance in an instant.

Murongzhou also saw the figure in the distance, and his face showed bitterness.

There is only one person in the Murong family with such superb martial arts.

The chairman of the Haifang City Wumeng League, Murong Hai, the head of the Murong family!

Murong Hai, who was wearing only a pair of shorts, jumped down.

Standing quietly at the door of the Murong family's ancestral home.

He Er's expression changed as he stood beside Lin Mo.

Carefully said to Lin Mo.

"Sir, this person is the president of the Wumeng League and the head of the Murong family, Murong Hai!"

"In order to climb to the peak of martial arts, he chose to close the dead end."

"It's estimated that the bastard Murong Jianghe called him out of the retreat now." JrNovels.com