Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Wang Simo's expression is cold and ruthless, "No matter where Wangsi Cong hides, today, I swear in front of my father's spirit that I will take him out at any cost and take revenge."

"Me too." Wangsi Yun Zhensheng said, "I can't wait to kill him myself."

Time passed slowly.

In this area, the Wang family is not small in power, mainly doing business.

The vast majority of people who came to the funeral were business partners of the Wang family. Although the head of the Wang family was dead, the business of the Wang family was not interrupted, and they also needed to continue to maintain a relationship with the Wang family.

The three Wangsimo brothers stood in front of the spirit to entertain the guests.

At noon, there were more and more people.

Wang Simo's face has always maintained a sense of indifference. To outsiders, this is an expression of excessive sadness.

"Young Master, the sorrow and change." Most people took the initiative to greet Wang Si Mo. They all knew that the three Wang family brothers, the most qualified to inherit the position of Patriarch, must be Wang Si Mo, not just because he is the eldest young master of the Wang family. , More because he is the guardian of the blood-clothed door

A personally passed disciple, this identity is more prominent than that of the Wang family.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

The position of the palace is directly in front of a bluestone street.

At the end of the street, suddenly, a gust of wind blew up.

Three figures walked slowly.

Wang Si Cong was dressed in a snow-white filial attire, long sleeves fluttering, his hair was clearly well-organized, his eyes were energetic, and the white cloth tied on his head faintly seeped a faint blood stain.

Raising his head and straightening his chest, he returned to the Wang family in his best condition.

Upright and upright, sent his father for the last time.

At this moment, Wang Si Cong had no other thoughts in his heart. He just wanted to walk to the other end of the street, stepped into the stone steps, stepped into the mansion, walked to his father's spirit, and bowed down.

There were two people beside Wang Si Cong, with completely different expressions.

Uncle Chang's expression was solemn, vigilant step by step, watching the movement around him, his energy tense.

As long as there is any change, his first task is to protect the master's thoroughness.

In contrast, Luo Feng's expression was much more relaxed, a handsome young man with a sword on his waist, walking like a stroll in the courtyard.

Soon someone noticed the combination of these three people.

"That's..." Suddenly, some people's eyes were about to protrude, and they stared at the three figures in front of them shockingly, "Am I right?"

"My God, the Fourth Young Master of the Wang Family!"

On the street, someone exclaimed, then subconsciously covered his mouth, staring at the scene ahead in disbelief.

The pure white filial attire was spotless, and step by step, he walked towards the Wang family mansion.

The fourth young master of the Wang family, Wang Si Cong.

No one thought that he would come back suddenly.

It's just that, in the past few days, everyone knows one thing, the Wang Family, frantically searching for the fourth young master of the Wang Family, Wangsi Cong, the reason is... the father!

This charge is enough to make Wang Si Cong a sinner through the ages.

But he appeared.

"Wang Si Cong, why does he dare to show up? He killed his father, so what face does he have to return to Wang's house?"

"Don't you see the filial attire he is wearing? Don't forget what day it is."

"Hmph, father-killing sinners are not qualified to step into the mourning hall."

"Actually, who saw with his own eyes that Wang Si Cong killed Wang's Patriarch? Anyway, I have a skeptical attitude about this matter."

Many people talked about it.

The news naturally spread back to Wang's house immediately.

"Report..."

A royal guard rushed into the mourning hall out of breath.

Wang Simo's face was gloomy, staring at the guard.

The other members of the Wang family frowned.

"In front of the Patriarch's mourning hall, no noise is allowed." A royal parent scolded.

"Yes...Yes... the Fourth Young Master is back." The guard couldn't believe what he had seen until now.

The Fourth Young Master, who they couldn't find by digging the ground three feet, unexpectedly showed up.

"what!"

Before the mourning hall, everyone was shocked.

The Wang brothers stood up at the same time.

"Where are the others?" Wang Siyun was murderous.

"I am walking towards our palace."

The entire Wang Family Mansion was shaken by the appearance of one person.

No one believed it before seeing it in person.

Including the three Wangsi Mo brothers.

The three brothers rushed out the door for the first time and looked up...

"Sure enough, it's that little bastard!" Wang Sisong's eyes filled with sorrow, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The black-clothed boy next to him is Jiang Xingchen. Okay, let's come together and save us one by one."

Wang Simo was filled with murderous intent.

He waved his hand suddenly, "Take them down!"

Why does Wang Si Cong appear here, why he wants to come, all this is not important to Wang Si Cong.

The important thing is that he wants to know, on Wang Simo, is there any fairy spring picture he wants?

A blood-red light flashed across Wang Simo's eyes.

The fairy spring map is above all else.

In order to obtain the fairy spring picture, Wangsimo seemed to have been demonized.

He could even watch his father die in front of him without being indifferent. He even felt that his father didn't give him a picture of the fairy spring.

The sharp light of the knife showed light one after another.

The footsteps sounded quickly.

The Wang's guard rushed up, one to the left and the other, the sword gleamed down.

Wang Si Cong was always expressionless, walking forward step by step...

This is what Luo Feng told him before setting off.

He just walked forward upright and left the rest to Luo Feng.

"The one who should come is always coming." Chang Yu gritted his teeth and shook hands with the weapon, ready for a deadly battle.

Today, even if it is flooded with blood and the corpses are piled up, let the Fourth Young Master walk to his father's mourning hall.

The sound of fighting was shaking, and the sound of footsteps became more and more rapid, approaching...

Rows of sharp blades flashed past Luo Feng's eyes.

Luo Feng's expression was indifferent, his left hand gently lifted, and he pressed the scabbard.

call out! call out! call out!

The sword light attacked from the sky.

"roll!"

Luo Feng gave a soft drink, suddenly exerting force.

Cang Feng came out.

In that instant, Jian Guang turned into a long rainbow, which was extremely gorgeous and looked extremely beautiful.

But for the royal guards, this is a nightmare that will never be remembered in a lifetime.

As soon as the sword light came out, it completely covered the sword light, and there was no resistance.

The sword intent filled the world, and these royal guards were unstoppable. They couldn't even catch the direction of the sword, so they were wiped by the sword's edge and fell to the ground.

Fast as lightning, fast sword cut the world.

In this scene, the common language was also stunned.

He knew that Luo Feng's strength was far stronger than him, but he didn't want to realize that with Luo Feng's age, his strength could be so strong.

From drawing the sword to killing the enemy, everything is in between. Even before the end of the battle, Chang Yu's sword in his hand had not had time to pull out.