Zhou Jia laughed in a deep voice, just like the sound of thunder before the heavy rain was approaching. "I am a famous adviser, how can ordinary revenge be seen? The child was the prince when he was alive and was most loved by his father. A famous teacher taught him, and the children of nobles accompanied him, and the wisdom of a person is born together, which can be said to be loved by thousands of people..."

Mu Changfeng said, "So you let him fall from the clouds into the abyss, from the prince to the eunuch, and physically endure the destruction of reaching the limit."

Zhou Jia said: "He received the best education since childhood, and has outstanding talent and knowledge. After my teachings, he is now full of strange and evil thoughts and stupidity. He is also suffering from the extreme destruction in his heart. I have completely destroyed him, and he is still grateful, haha."

Mu Changfeng looked at him silently, and the faces of Zhou Duan, Lin Ying, and Lin Zhen'er appeared in his mind. The last one appeared was his biological mother Xu Rumei.

"You taught him to use the blood of living people to paint the stone walls in the cave, called the wedding chamber for wedding decoration, which was very red and festive. What is your heart made of? What kind of monster are you? Get a human skin that disguises itself as it is hateful, hateful, hateful, hateful, hateful, hateful, hateful."

Zhou Jia's eyebrows jumped, half of his face was strange and sarcastic, and half of his face was with an insightful smile. He said gently: "I was careless for a moment and I was thinking about your words. A wolf no longer disguised as a sheep means that you are full of confidence. Your body has not recovered. It seems that someone is coming to save you."

Zhou Nianping was furious and wanted to sneak into the cave to attack, but when he heard Zhou Jia's words, he immediately gave up and secretly called Mu Changfeng a fool, and kept nagging, allowing Zhou Jia to see the clues.

Then he thought again, Mu Changfeng was not a stupid person, and he would not be so careless when his life was at stake. It was very likely that he had deliberately exposed his flaws.

Hearing Mu Changfeng smiled slightly, he said, "I am a famous strategist. If I sell a small flaw, you can guess the truth. Let me tell you the truth. The person who came to save me has a deep relationship with you. His surname is Zhou, and his eyebrows are almost exactly the same as you. Have you guessed who he is?"

Zhou Jia's cheeks twitched and he said, "Is it my descendant?"

Mu Changfeng said: "I deliberately give you a chance to withdraw. The blood-connected elders kill each other is not what I want to see. Let me leave, and you will have the chance to meet well. If you dare to kill, he will definitely avenge me and will never let you go."

He deliberately said the six words "See you well" very seriously, and Zhou Nianping understood it and smiled.

Zhou Jia felt vaguely angry and said, "Since I am close relatives, how could I cause trouble for me?"

Mu Changfeng said: "My senior brother hates evil. He didn't know what you did before, so he would definitely show mercy. Now that you know that you are so cruel, how can you keep you doing evil in the world? Let me go, he will give you some shame."

Zhou Jia stared at Mu Changfeng, and after a long time, he suddenly laughed, gentle and kind, with the style of a master. "It's really interesting. My descendants will hate evil like hatred. It's rare, and it's really rare. If you let him in, I must take a good look."

Before Zhou Nianping could call him, he rushed into the hole.

The first time he was lured by a ghost boy, he was now wearing a black cloth to cover his head, and Zhou Jia did not see his appearance. Now it was the first time that the two met in the true sense.

Zhou Jia was delighted when he saw his slender eyes like cunning foxes, but the joy was like a dragonfly, and the traces of ripples were fleeting, and then his heart sank.

The four words "Hate Evil as Evil" hurt Zhou Jia like a steel needle. He likes cunning and treacherous people and hates those who hate Evil as Evil as Evil.

In his mind, hatred of evil and hatred represents the style of a gentleman, open-minded and upright. Like the green pine rooted in broken rocks, the wind and rain are not urged. Like the red plum with faint fragrance, the frost and snow are proud of, and the pure and beautiful.

And his most persistent wish is to destroy all the beauty with his own hands.

Zhou Nianping glanced at Zhou Jia, and his eyes fell on Mu Changfeng. The two of them had a sympathy. After they nodded slightly, Zhou Nianping smiled and said, "Good evening, my ancestor, you are all red in your cave. It turns out that it is because of blood. Ping'er really admires you."

When Zhou Jia saw his villain-like rogue appearance, he felt very helpful, "Come here to save him and be an enemy of me?"

"It's not true," Zhou Nianping deliberately spread the silver fan in front of Zhou Jia, shaking his head, quite like a poet full of knowledge. "The blood shines, the corpse is shining, and he dies with his eyes open, the white bones are scattered, and the beautiful scenery is the sky, and the pleasure of the yard is enjoyable. The green trees all over the mountains are charming, and the opponent can sleep peacefully when he dies. The good show is gone, I will not be able to swallow Ping'er, hehe."

Zhou Jia couldn't help but shine, looking at Zhou Nianping's eyebrows that looked very similar to him, and finally looked at the silver fan in his hand, "Who from the Zhou family can control this fan?"

Zhou Nianping said: "I am very ashamed, only I can control it."

Zhou Jia's anger and dissatisfaction finally disappeared, and he smiled and said, "It's great, it's great. After all, the Zhou family still has descendants who are in line with my husband's wishes."

Zhou Nianping said deliberately: "Ping'er has a high spiritual power, and her grandfather and father are not as good as me. This fan is the most treasure of the family. It has been passed down for hundreds of years, and only I can control it."

"That's not the case," the Zhou family took the fan and stroked it gently for a moment. "This fan is called 'Turkey Spirit', which means a dirty soul. It is not a person with extreme heart and viciousness and viciousness that cannot control it."
Chapter completed!