Dragon-Marked War God

“Thief, give me back my son! ”

The sky shouted, rang over the sky, anger and sadness, even covered the ancient city of Mojia, surrounded by clouds, the wind crawled and the rain poured.

“It's Elder Muyang Kuimo! ”

“I'm afraid Muyu Chicheng won't be so lucky this time. ”

“Yeah, the two of them were needle tips against Maiman, and now I'm afraid it's inevitable that there's a big battle between life and death. ”

“Mu Xuan's death, for Elder Muyang Kuimo, is a clear thunderbolt. ”

The Mo family are all like cicadas, no one dares to say more. At this moment, Moyang is standing on top of Mo Cheng, wearing a green shirt, shadowy as a hook, hegemonic side leakage, thick eyebrows, flashing fury.

“Mo Yu Qiancheng! Mo Yu Qiancheng! You, my son, did you kill him? ”

Muyang Kui was furious with his crown, took a deep breath, trembling all over his body constantly, the biggest sadness in the world, no more than white hair people to send black hair, Muyang Kui's death, made Muyang Kui's face, even instantly old for decades.

Enemies meet, they're blind!

And the pain of the bereaved son, unspeakable, Muyang Kui and Muyu Qiancheng, Ben is the opposite of death, for 100,000 years, they have not forgotten each other, especially Muyu Qiancheng, he always remembers how this big brother framed himself, and at the price of his wife, to seduce himself, eventually won the so-called genius reward, otherwise, the strongest genius of the year, what happened to him?

Mo Yu Qiancheng looked at Mo Yang Qiu at the moment, there was no more guilt in his heart, Mo Yang Qiu looked angrily, pointed directly at Mo Yu Qiancheng, two Mo Jia geniuses who had fought and killed each other, but now are opposed to life and death.

“I killed him. ”

Muyu Qiancheng coldly said, with Muyang Kui looking at each other, there is no fear.

“Grandpa...”

Mo Ling Dongchen wanted to talk, but was stopped behind him by Mo Yu Qiancheng. He said with a low voice:

“I just want to go back to the Mo family and claim my ancestors, but Mo Xuan obstructed them in general, even I want to go to see the owner, refuse to talk to me, and fight me to the end, eventually die in my hands, it is also natural, everything is his fault. ”

“Bastard! You shameless bastard, the shameless of the time, is well known, now shameless enough to spare even my son. Do you really want to involve the resentment of our last generation in their next generation? ”

Muyang Kui roared, as a father, the pain of cutting his skin, he could not speak.

At that time, the Mo family let him live, but after 100,000 years, their resentment was once again concluded. It had to be said that Mo Yang-kyu was completely insane. That was his only son, Mo Yu-cheng was obviously intentional, and all his anger was applied to his son.

“You shameless little man, how can I allow you? I want to go back to the Mo family. I want my ancestors back. You are a shameless man, and now you dare to slay people in my house, I will surely wipe you here and break the body. ”

Muyang Kui trembled and said, no matter what Muyu Qiancheng is saying today, he cannot make up for the death of his son. Now he has reached the point of your death with Muyu Qiancheng. If it is not to find his trouble, why would he go back to the Mu family again?

“Now you finally get what you want, revenge hates, but you kill my son, and I won't make you feel better. ”

Muyang Kui and Muyu Qiancheng are already sword-bearing crossbows, and the will to fight is overwhelming.

“Do you still want to argue? Mo Yu Qiancheng, my Mo family will never welcome you. Since you dare to kill in my Mo family, we don't need to be polite anymore. ”

“Nice, Mulhol's nephew's death, you clearly meant it, and you still want to shirk your responsibilities? The more you kill, the more you rape, the more you rob, the more you do anything, and now you want to rely on it, it's a disgrace to my Mozi family. Kicking you out of Mo's house was the right decision to make. ”

Muyang Qiu was surrounded by two elders very separated. For the killing of Muxuan in Muyu Qiancheng, it was determined that Muyu Qiancheng had deliberately done so, that he wanted revenge for that year.

“No, it's impossible... my son, my son...”

A purple light came flying directly next to Muxian. The middle-aged beautiful woman was mink, graceful in shape and luxurious in face, but she was already blurred, tearful, kneeling in front of Muxian, the feeling of being cut off her heart and liver, she almost cried fainting.

“Mo Yu Qiancheng! You murderer, what are my sins? You want to kill me? Didn't you repent when the Mozis spared your life? You killed our son by birth. When you did those things to me that God was so angry with me, I just stood up and swallowed my breath, but you wouldn't let go of my son, Moyu Qiancheng, I wouldn't let you be tranquil as a ghost. ”

Naturally, the visitor is the mother of Mo Xuan. She was also the original young girl of the year. Mo Yu Qiancheng stared silently at her. She was no longer the young girl who was double-flying with herself, or never. That was just the complete set they had laid out.

“As I said, I didn't want to kill him, but he was aggressive, and I couldn't help it if he wanted to die with me. ”

Muyu Qiancheng said indifferently, but in the eyes of Muyang Qiu and Ying Ying, they killed their son for their own personal desire. This Muyu Qiancheng is definitely ready, and the target selection is very clear, only Mu Xuan is alone.

“That's it. Do you still want to argue? How can you escape with your tongue like a spring? Is not the death of my son your deed? You are such a fierce killer. Mo Yu Qiancheng. ”

Yingyingzi Zhuzhu, the sentence is firm, but today Moyu Qiancheng is no longer the juvenile who was once laid out by the man. Why should they say anything about sin? Since they have identified themselves, what can they argue with?

“Kill and kill, no shame. Such a person deserves no place to die. It was his final fate to speak obscene language, not to be self-absorbed, to die. Muxuan was killed by me. If you want revenge, my grandfather will never join you dirty generations. ”

Mu Ling Dongchen did not want to show weakness. He looked at Ying Ying and Muyang Kui and others coldly.

“Good, good little doll with a sharp mouth, since you killed my son, come and bury him. ”

Muyang Kui held on to his fists and the battle triggered. The whole Mu family, too, was waiting in a tight line and ready to go.