Campus belle's cultivation master

Lin Jia Fu, Hedong, Jiangnan province.

As the largest family in the south of the Yangtze River, there has been an endless stream of new year visitors since early in the morning. It was not until three o'clock in the afternoon that the luxury motorcade gathered outside the gate left one after another.

New year's gift boxes are piled up all over the rooms and courtyards. They are all valuable and have a prosperous family atmosphere.

Lin Zhenting stood on tiptoe, stepped over the gifts piled up like hills, and finally moved into the main room with a sigh of relief.

"Close the door." He frowned and said to his subordinates, "from now on, thank you behind closed doors."

"Yes."

"I don't know what happened to Xiaoyu..." Lin Zhenting glanced up at the red lantern hanging under the eaves and yelled. Then he turned around with his back hand and walked back.

In the past year, he changed from a small boss of a garment factory on the verge of bankruptcy to an important person in charge of the Lin family in Hedong. The rapid rise of his position, not only did not make him arrogant, but also made him more introverted.

Lin Zhenting is very clear that the Lin family house will face more and more powerful enemies in the future. Lin Yu is not the only one who can ensure the long-term prosperity of this new rich family. As a father, he is diligent in running his family business and dare not slack off all the time.

My son is very hard outside. He is a mediocre and incompetent father, so he has to do as much as he can. But the white hair on the sideburns is increasing year by year with the overwork and excessive thinking, which reminds him that he is not young any more

"It's another year. Suddenly, Xiaoyu was twenty years old." Lin Zhenting bowed his head around the screen and thought, "can our family get together at this time next year?"

In the living room, he Jiuxiang and Tang Wenzhou are sitting opposite each other. They are all worried.

The Tang family is also a well-known family of martial arts and Taoism. They have a lot of contacts in China's cultivation circle. The news that the Dongyi demon hunting regiment invaded China, from Guandong to Youzhou, and slaughtered hundreds of people in Lingyan villa on a cold day has already spread.

The secular society is still immersed in the happy atmosphere of the new year, but the two elderly heavenly masters have no holiday interest at all.

After all, an unprecedented bloodbath has long been blowing up in the realm of Chinese cultivation. Lin Zixuan, the proud son of heaven, is in the center of the robbery

Tang Wenzhou looked up and saw Lin Zhenting come in. He sighed and asked, "brother, why hasn't Mr. Lin come back yet?"

"Take it easy." Lin Zhenting pulled a chair and sat down in a calm tone. "Xiaoyu called me when he left Jiangnan province. He said that if he didn't come back on New Year's Eve, he would return home on the 15th and wait a little longer."

Tang Wenzhou was dejected: "it's urgent. Now Lin's house is in danger. Our lives are hanging on our belts. I always feel insecure when I don't see Mr. Lin

He Jiuxiang cleared his throat with a white beard: "don't worry, brother Tang. I'm now in the realm of transformation and I'm ranked as the master of heaven. You and I are each other's arms. Even if Mr. Lin is not here, it will be enough to resist for a while. "

"You think too much of yourself." Tang Wenzhou shook his head and said, "dozens of strong heavenly masters, how powerful is this? Just the two of us? Ha ha, it's not enough to sew people's teeth. "

He Jiuxiang grinned and stopped speaking.

Liu Feifei came out with a teatray in a soft voice: "they're all old people, and they can't keep their breath. Xiaoyu station is higher and looks further. It will definitely get the news before you. I think of the way to deal with it long ago. "

Tang Wenzhou poured a cup of tea for himself, and glanced at he Jiuxiang, who was sitting opposite him. He was not angry and snorted: "Miss Liu is not a man of Xiuzhen, but she is more reliable than you."

Lin Zhenting twisted his eyebrows and suddenly asked in a deep voice, "is she still crying?"

"Well, I didn't sleep all night last night, and my eyes were swollen." Liu Feifei pursed her small mouth, and her white face was full of heartache. "I'll go and have a look after you

Tang Wenzhou put down his tea cup again, and cried out with great dissatisfaction: "because this Dongyi bitch, who is dead in the north, deserves to cry to death!"

"Well, well, what do you care about with a little girl?" He Jiuxiang frowned and reached for a swing. "It's true that people in the North died, but she didn't kill them..."

Tang Wenzhou raised his hand and poked into the yard. His face was full of evil: "at the beginning, Xiaoshan Xuexin came to Lin's house to provoke, didn't she? Now there's another one. How dare you say she's not responsible? "

He Jiuxiang also wanted to retort. Lin Zhenting was afraid that the two brothers would fight on the spot. He quickly interrupted: "enough, don't fight. Nearly ten thousand lives. It's too heavy for a woman who has no strength to bind a chicken. "

The noise behind him came faintly. Liu Feifei gathered her eyebrows and sighed.

She is an ordinary girl, not a saint standing on the moral high ground. The right and wrong, the crime and the punishment of the woman in the room are not what she can judge, nor can they be determined by the old people who are arguing outside.

Maybe only the nearly ten thousand dead have the right to judge. It's a pity that those innocent people will never have a chance to speak

Liu Feifei goes around to the backyard, carefully pushes open the door of the guest room and sneaks into the room.

The window was open and the cold wind came in. He was curling up on the sofa, shivering, his eyes closed tightly, his face as white as paper.

"How to sleep here..." Liu Feifei was a little helpless, walked over and closed the window slowly.

She can understand the thoughts of granite hiko very well. This woman attributed the bloody killing in the north to her own fault, so she tried her best to torture me.

But with your thin shoulders, why can you bear the blood debt of the sea?

Bang!

A glass on the tea table fell to the ground, and he woke up suddenly, staring at his red eyes: "Mr. Lin, is Mr. Lin back?"

Liu Feifei turned his back against the window and shook his head slightly: "not yet."

Shivering, he raised his hands to cover his delicate and beautiful face. Tears trickled down his white fingers.

"Miss granite, if you continue to cry like this, your tears will run dry all your life."

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault, I'm damned..."

Liu Feibei bit his lip, walked slowly to granite Xizi and sat down. She stroked each other's trembling smooth back. She was about to give a word of relief, but suddenly she heard a dull sound from the front yard.

Then, a thick and dumb man's voice resounded through the whole house: "where's Lin Zixuan! Let the dog slave Lin Zixuan get out