That's self-inflicted, self-defeating, neither is a good thing, and death is good, but you can't say this if you are killed.

After all, he was young, so he had no feelings for those two people, only disgust.

Zheng Yuan gave him an angry look, "Baby, don't talk like that, I apologize."

She can understand Mrs. Ouyang's mood. No matter what, they are mother and daughter, mother and daughter who have been together for more than [-] years.

Even if you raise a puppy, you will still have feelings if you raise it for a few years, let alone a living person.

Die suddenly in front of your face, the shock you received was very heavy, it was unacceptable for a while, and it was completely understandable.

The little guy realized his mistake and lowered his head, "I'm sorry, but grandma, I'm telling the truth. It's useless for you to be sad. It's better to live a good life than to cry bitterly."

He also has good intentions, everyone is dead, so what else?

Mrs. Ouyang sat up, took the water glass from her grandson, and drank it down. Her throat felt much better. Looking at the white and tender little grandson in front of her, her heart was greatly comforted.

"But, my heart is full of lies, I feel so uncomfortable."

Zheng Yuan took the water glass in her hand, and persuaded softly, "Treasure your life and take pity on the people in front of you. Mommy, you are tired, take a rest."

"Oh." With a sigh, Mrs. Ouyang closed her eyes and fell asleep after a while.

She is really tired!

No matter how sad it is, this day still has to go on.

Ouyang Yun single-handedly arranged Ouyang Yi's funeral and buried her in the cemetery of Ouyang's family.

As for Shen Qi, he did not have this qualification, and his descendants who were not recognized were not allowed to enter.

He didn't care about Shen Qi's funeral, he didn't have such a good self-cultivation.

However, Shen Mei and Ouyang Wen made a big fuss and invited many Taoist monks to chant scriptures, but there were only a handful of people who went to mourn, and the mourning hall was deserted.

No one wants to offend Young Master Ouyang.

Shen Mei knelt in front of the mourning hall, her heart was numb with pain, looking at her son's handsome face, she felt so much pain that she burst into tears. "

Ouyang Wen patted her back lightly, "Don't be sad, A Qi doesn't want to see you like this either."

She has been crying for a few days, her eyes are swollen like walnuts, and she has no makeup, showing an old face with loose skin, which is almost impossible to see.

Shen Mei's body was shaken, she jumped up, and held his arm tightly, "Ouyang Yun, it's all his fault, help me kill him, hurry up, I want to avenge my son."

Ouyang Wen looked at her face without make-up unaccustomed, it was so ugly that she couldn't see anyone, "Stop making trouble." Eat a little. "

There was obviously something wrong with Shen Mei's sanity, and she shouted angrily, "You won't? Is there a father like you? Your own son was killed, and you still don't take revenge on your enemy?"

Ouyang Wen was very impatient, "Do you think I am the material? Let me kill people, stop joking."

Moreover, Ouyang Yun was also his son, and he was the only son. He couldn't let the last son lose too. "

In the future, this son will be needed to take care of him and take care of his affairs.

But the words cannot be said, or she will go crazy.

Shen Mei became more and more angry, gesticulating and commanding, "You are his father, it's easy to get close to him, but what's so difficult about putting poison in his food?"

The company under the name of Ouyang's family works. "

She said it very easily, as if it was easier than killing a chicken.

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