The Secret of the Seal

"Du brother Du brother, under the enthusiasm of his hands, the hands of the wow!" Zhao Weihu straight cold sweat straight, non-stop mouth to ask for directions.

"It’s a sin for you to be a father and son." Du Jingyu hated Zhao Weihu’s ruthlessness and simply ignored it. The claws kept pressing down, causing Zhao Weihu to breathe and his mouth even spilled blood.

"Du brother, is it that you regret the marriage first, can't you blame our father and son?" Zhao Weihu cried.

"You still said!?" Seeing that Zhao Weihu still defended himself, Du Jingyu was even more angry.

Seeing Du Jingyu seems to be really ironic to kill himself. Zhao Weihu rushed to deal with Yanshan’s pleading: "Help the Lord, look at the three saints who have followed you for many years, and ask you to ask for pleading for Du. The thing is indeed that I am wrong, can I still apologize?"[

"Apologize? Can you compensate for the hurt of my baby daughter? The bastard, the dog is daring, I want to take the heart, don't kill you, can you unload my hatred?" Jing Yu said that the more angry he was.

Fortunately, Qin Dong is not going to kill him, but to help him. If he really died in the hands of Qin Dong, Du Xintong may not be affected by the father and son. Just think about it, Du Jingyu felt terrified.

"Help the Lord to save lives, help the Lord to save lives!" Zhao Weihu felt that Du Jingyu's murderousness was increasing in geometric multiples, desperately rushing to pay for Yanshan.

Fu Yanshan did not see much about Zhao Weihu. He also heard about the actions of their father and son. After all, the three saints are the biggest tribe under Wan Peng's help. In terms of power, it is no worse than the four majors, especially in the current critical situation. Fu Yanshan also needs Zhao Weihu's power.

Sighing, for Du Jingyu, "Jing Yu, the heart boy is all right, you have to spare people and spare people, spare him this time."

"Thank you for helping the Lord, thank you for your help!" Zhao Weihu was busy with paying thanks to Yanshan.

Fu Yanshan’s face, Du Jingyu can’t help but, despite the unwillingness of 100,000 people in his heart, he still took the claws back and shouted, “Zhao Weihu, you listen to me, from now on, we will be decisive, and then Nothing! Don't let me meet you again, otherwise next time, you may not have such good luck!"

"Thank you du brother, thank you Du brother." Escaped a catastrophe, Zhao Weihu almost vain, his face white and white, covered with cold sweat. This can not help but make Fu Yanshan wrinkle his eyebrows. In any case, Zhao Weihu is the patriarch of the three saints. He is also a figure in the heavens and heavens, but he is so greedy and fearful of death, it is really disdainful.

Fu Yanshan sighs "Zhao Weihu, what you and your son have done, this seat has been heard for a long time, just in the part of your contribution to Wan Peng, you will not care about it. But now you give I have listened to it, and I will not have such a cheap thing in the future. If you dare to do anything with your son, you will not be forgiven in this seat!"

"Yes, yes, understand, understand." Zhao Weihu cold sweat, nodded busy.

Fu Yanshan’s thoughts turned and he said, “Because you and your son’s streaks are bad, this seat thinks that you are no longer suitable to continue to be the patriarch of the three saints. After you go back, immediately resign as the patriarch’s position, I will choose another. Yin can take over."

"Ah?" Fu Yanshan’s decision was better than killing Zhao Weihu, and he was not able to get anywhere. Zhao Weihu stopped on the spot and stared at Fuyanshan. He couldn’t return to God for a long time...