Sweetheart, I’ll Spoil You

In fact, if I hadn't thought about not killing or killing these people just now, I would think that these people are just ordinary people without the ability to protect themselves and not to cause drastic consequences. I'm afraid that man's life just now. I have to explain here today.

"Don't let them in. If anyone dares to break free, don't be polite to me. What to do. Otherwise, everyone else thinks the patriarch's house can be a slum house." Commanded several people outside.

"Yes. Dharma." Only a few echoes came from outside. A corner of He Gang's lips. He kept walking towards the patriarch's house.

Outside the ancestral house. Quiet and almost unguarded. He Gang's feet kept on. Push with both hands. After listening to the sound of the door squeak. The sunlight from one room. The bright hall facing the house is bright. He also half-knelt on the futon. The picture of the man twisting the beads and knocking on the wooden fish was clear.

"咚" finally fell. Muyu never knocked on. Even the hands twisting the beads stopped. The two white beards shook slightly. Then only heard the sound of sigh coming from the front. "Say it. Come to me. What's the matter" just a short sentence. But he said that the man with the white beard had a weak blood. Lack of strength.

He Gang crossed the threshold. Looking at the front half kneeling on the futon. Someone who is unwilling to turn around at this moment. Looking down to hide the light from those eyes. He bowed his head obediently and replied: "Patriarch. There is a group of poor people outside. They claim that they must see you today. If they do not see you, they will not leave."

After hearing that. The patriarch's voice was very calm. As if it had been expected. "What else did they say"

It seems the old man already knew what would happen today. The man secretly slandered in his heart. It kept on talking. "They also said. Patriarch you owe them an explanation. If you can't give them an explanation in three days. Then. You ..." said this. He's a bit hard to tell. That last sentence. Give people unlimited reverie. It's just the eyes hanging down. That touch of light that could not be concealed and the vaguely revealed excitement. But betrayed what he said.

"Say on."

The man showed panic. The body trembled slightly. Then he said in a very low voice: "They said. If the patriarch you can't give them an explanation. Let you ... let you quit this patriarch's position. Change to someone who can do it."

"..."

There was no fluctuation in the air for a long time. Seems to lag behind in this sentence. The atmosphere froze. He Gang did not continue to speak. The old patriarch did not continue to speak. a long time. When He Gang thought that this old thing would not utter any more words. He heard a low sigh. Faintly sounded. "Oh. It's nothing. What if I could be discharged from this position. What if I could be discharged from this position. If I was no longer the old patriarch. I would be able to regain my former happiness and stability. Then how can I ..." The old patriarch coughed lightly. It was a constant cough. The throat seemed itchy as if a hand was scratching. "Cough" He could not help but cough up an old sputum. Wipe with the cloth near you. That's it. It was found that there was a trace of blood on it.

"Patriarch. You"

He took a step forward. But he saw the old patriarch waving his hand. A word. You can almost nail him in place. "I'm already half a foot into the coffin. How can I care about these vanity. This half of my life. For the tribe to carry on the glory. It has exhausted my nearly half of my life. Now. I just want Yier to get grandchildren ... how it is. So difficult "

"He Gang. You said. If it were you. What should you do?"

He Gang did not expect. The old patriarch would actually ask him. Suddenly pretending to panic, "Patriarch. You are. You ..."

"Hehe. Mingren don't say anything secretly. Let's go. You are not He Gang. You ambush beside me. What is it for? He Gang. What do you do to him?" The old patriarch looked at the god-like He below. Just people. Speak. It is another amazing discourse.

"Patriarch. Why do you ask?" The man pretended not to know. of course. He also saw a trace of blood on the patriarch's square white cloth handkerchief. But his eyes did not fluctuate.

"Don't pretend in front of me. I know you are not He Gang. He Gang has followed me since he was a child. What kind of person he is. What kind of body characteristics I have. I know better than anyone. Like He Gang. But you forgot. He Gang's inside of the back of the hand. There is a very shallow scar. That was before. He was cut to protect me. It was cut by others. This is not clear to others. You are not He Gang. Although I don't know where you are from. Ambush beside me. What does it have to do with that man? But I just want to tell you. I don't have anything you want. We are just the most ordinary people. You don't have to work **** me. Actually. It's not worth it ... "

"You don't have to break through me. But. Why do you break through me." Seeing the disguise failed. He Gang turned away. But a moment of effort. He has already restored his original appearance. He Gang. wrong. It should be said that at this moment it has returned to its original appearance as a ghost king. Stare at the patriarch with those scarlet eyes. Seems to laugh. He had no intention of disguising this He Gang for too long. So there was no loss to him at all.

"A lot of things under the sky. Even if it is concealed. One day. The darkness will always appear in the sun. Isn't it." No answer. The old patriarch was vaguely speaking such a sentence.

"Hum" The King of Leng hummed. Scarlet eyes pupil. There seemed to be thousands of palace lights flashing. "Old things. I can follow you. That's your pleasure. Because you have value to use. So. You should be happy. If not you have value to use. Believe it or not. Don't wait until The black demon hands. I can bear you now. And your whole family. Make an evil smile. He naturally knew what the old patriarch was most worried about. So the more he worried about it. The more he wanted to mention.

Looking at the scarlet eyes of the ghost king. The dark atmosphere that the whole body couldn't hide. Instead, the old patriarch pulled out a light smile. "Looks like. You're not an ordinary person, right?" He already knew. This man is not an ordinary person.