"How dare Hu forget the deep hatred easily!"

Hu Qingfeng said coldly with his eyes narrowed, gritting his teeth, his eyes full of resentment.

Lin Yu seemed to guess something from Hu Qingfeng's expression and asked in a low voice, "Brother Hu, what do you mean by... what hatred do you have with this Jiandao Grand Master Alliance?!"

"Brother He, you are not an outsider, and Hu doesn't hide it from you!"

Hu Qingfeng turned his head and said to Lin Yu, "Although Hu's surname is Hu and claims to be a descendant of Hu Busi's wonderful pen, there is no blood relationship between me and Hu Busi!"

"No blood relationship?"

Lin Yu was slightly stunned, a little confused. Since there was no blood relationship, how could the Hu family's "painting and wonderful pen" skill be passed on to him?!

"Yes, my father is indeed Hu Busi's grandson, but I am not my father's son, but he picked up his adopted son in his later years!"

Hu Qingfeng's face turned sad, and his eyes suddenly covered with wind and frost. He confronted Lin Yu and said, "Although we are not father and son, we are better than our father and son. My father saw that I was extremely talented and could teach me, and there was no reservation.

The professor of painting and magical techniques passed down by my grandfather Hu Busi gave me!"

When he spoke, he thought of the warm scenes in Zeng Qian, and felt like his heart was cut off!

Lin Yu nodded with a serious expression. He really didn't expect that Hu Qingfeng was not a real descendant of the Hu family!

"The technique and mysterious skill of this painting can be regarded as the heirloom of our Hu family, but... it is precisely because of this heirloom, my father and my mother... who... took their own life...

…”

Hu Qingfeng choked up as he spoke, clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were red.

This iron-blooded man in his thirties is not afraid of swords and guns, but is instantly defeated by his old memories and tears in his eyes.

When Lin Yu and others saw his expression, they instantly calmed down and couldn't bear to disturb him.

"Brother He, I'll tell you, the one who killed my parents back then was the Japanese devils from the Sword Master League!"

Hu Qingfeng gritted his teeth, and a huge hatred burst out in his eyes. He squeezed the almost shattered wine glass in his hand again, not caring about the pain in his hand at all. He said hatefully, "They looked for my father back then."

It was for the technique of painting and mysterious arts that my father swears not to teach them, but my mother was worried about my father's safety and handed them the only few remaining mysterious arts...but...but...

…”

Speaking of this, Hu Qingfeng's voice choked up again, his face was extremely sad, and the tears in his eyes became even stronger. He tried hard to raise his head, so he did not let the tears in his eyes roll out.

"Later they killed my uncle and aunt, right?"

Lin Yu's face was heavy and said softly. As a person who had experienced life and death, he could feel the pain of Hu Qingfeng's heart as thousands of arrows piercing his heart.

"These inhuman beasts!"

Hu Qingfeng shouted angrily and slapped the wine glass in his hand on the table. The tears in his eyes accumulate more and more, "All of our twelve people in the Hu family are spared, if it weren't for my mother at that time

I was sent to my aunt's house for a while, and I'm afraid I've already died in their hands!"

As he spoke, he could no longer hold it back, and tears in his eyes suddenly rolled out.

Bairentu listened to Hu Qingfeng's experience, and saw Hu Qingfeng's tears, there was no expression on his face, but a trace of great chill suddenly burst out in his eyes. He pulled out the dagger in his hand and quickly

Throw it in front of Hu Qingfeng.

With a dull "bang", the dagger suddenly pierced on the table in front of Hu Qingfeng, which scared everyone to tremble and looked at the Bairens in surprise.

"What's the point of crying? Now, I'll give you a chance to avenge you, don't you do it!"
Chapter completed!