"I...I will tell them!"

Guo Huai was sweating all over his clothes.

Li Feng applauded gently and smiled and said, "That's right, the whole family is easy to discuss, right? Brother-in-law..." This brother-in-law called Guo Huai and his whole body became cold.

"Can I... leave?"

Guo Huai's face twitched slightly.

"This is the right letter to hang in the main hall of my brother-in-law's house!"

Li Feng swung casually.

The rice paper was floating and flowing, just right in Guo Huai's hands.

"The evil is full of evil."

Slim gold body.

Four big characters.

Clear edges and corners.

The murderous aura was revealed.

Guo Huai staggered a little.

The members of the Aoyama Association suddenly understood the situation they were facing.

Not only Guo Huai, but also the only three remaining Qingshan Association companies, together, are not Li Feng's opponents.

And they can only admit it in pain.

The arm was broken in vain.

No one will stand up for them.

There is no place for them to vent.

Everything today is destined to become a nightmare in their lives that they can never get around.

Guo Huai, holding the rice paper, walked towards the door in dismay.

Li Feng, the sound of chanting the poem comes from behind.

"Ten years of life and death are all in vain."

"If you don't think about it, you will never forget it."

"A lonely grave with thousands of miles away, nowhere to talk about desolation!"

Hissing... Guo Huai's scalp became numb.

Isn’t this Su Zizhan’s Jiang Chengzi?

A memorial poem that has been passed down through the ages.

What is commemorating is his deceased wife.

The deceased wife... Guo Huai's heart seemed to be beaten hard.

To him, isn’t that Meng Yuan?

Guo Huai turned around with difficulty.

Li Feng, concentrates on his pen, and moves like a dragon and a snake.

Writing while chanting.

It seems that he doesn't know that Guo Huai is looking at him.

However, Guo Huai trembled.

This noun that has been passed down through the ages, every sentence of it is stung to his heart.

A lonely grave for thousands of miles... When Meng Yuan died, it was a terrible sight. No one collected the body, and there was not even an lonely grave.

It is true, there is no place to talk about desolation.

"Looking at each other in silence, only tears flowed thousands of times."

Who is this talking about?

No matter how Guo Huai heard it, it seemed like Li Feng was imagining the way he met his sister.

The siblings are deeply in love, but because of him, yin and yang are separated.

What a profound hatred behind this.

Guo Huai, naturally knew.

"I think I'll be heartbroken every year."

"A moonlit night, short Matsuoka."

After Li Feng finished writing, he picked up the paper again.

The cold wind blows dry the ink marks.

His eyes were always on rice paper.

But he said word by word: "Brother-in-law... this piece will accompany you to accompany your sister!"
Chapter completed!