Peerless Tang Sect: I am Yuhao’s demon brother

But his surname is not Zhang!

Although the groom didn't know why, he understood that the big man was speaking for him, so he didn't gnaw.

Huo Dongjun fell into silence when he heard Dai Hong's words. If the person sitting here was really a six-year-old child, he might really be persuaded by Dai Hong's emotional and rational words, and thus Misconceptions brought into thinking.

But he is no child.

The experience and experience in his previous life have already made him understand the key to the matter, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he has a clear vision.

Your majestic Contra from the White Tiger Duke's Palace would intercede for a servant, a carriage driver?

When did these great nobles become so considerate of their subordinates?

Huo Dongjun has not forgotten Dai Guyuan's original attitude. The Dai family soul sect looked at his servants like cattle and horses.

Of course, it is indeed impossible to rule out that Dai Hong is indeed a good soul master who is considerate of the groom, but the possibility of this is too small.

Facing the current situation, Huo Dongjun was more willing to believe, and could only believe that Dai Hong was not helping the groom in front of him, but the woman behind him.

That Duchess,

That emperor's little sister!

Only this big shot is the key to Dai Hongyuan opening his mouth.

After Huo Dongjun figured out the key to the matter, he lowered his head and was silent for a long time. I was still too weak. Even after I figured out these key points, I still couldn't rely on this matter to correct the duchess.

Even after she stood up, not only would the Duchess not be punished with death, but she would also be jealous of herself.

Without him, there is no justice for the weak, and truth lies only in authority.

"Condolences."

Dai Hong sighed, that woman's life was indeed miserable, but who told her to dare to touch a man whose status was completely unequal to hers, and that man's wife was one of the most noble women in the world today.

"It's useless to express condolences," Huo Dongjun raised his head and said expressionlessly, "Let others express their condolences."

Dai Hong's expression remained unchanged, but he was shocked. This child would not be so smart as to understand that the person in front of him was just a scapegoat.

If this is really the case, how should we decide? We can't really kill Xu Lingqing?

Huo Dongjun took a deep breath and said with a painful expression,

"I know what my third uncle said is right. This incident is indeed an accident with a small probability, but I can't accept this reality. After all, my mother has just lived a good life with great difficulty,"

He gritted his teeth and showed a collapse.

"The horse is out of control. Whoever is most responsible will be responsible for this!"

Huo Dongjun looked at the groom with fierce eyes.

When Dai Hong heard this, he took a good look at Huo Dongjun, and he felt reassured.

It's true that a six-year-old child, no matter how much reading and experience she has, can't be easily deceived by others. The Duchess still owes herself a favor.

"When there is a problem with the horse, the groom does not find out and control it at the first time, so he should bear the greatest responsibility."

Dai Hong thought for a while and added,

"Old Zhang, I hope you have worked diligently for the Dai family for so many years, so there is no need for punishment. I will give you a happy reward."

The groom felt a chill in his heart, knowing that he was indeed going to die soon. A sad smile appeared on his face.

"Master, slave, slave, you are wronged!" As soon as these words came out, tears streamed down his old face.

"You were wronged, but my dead mother was the most wronged."

What Huo Dongjun said has two meanings, but the only one who can understand the second meaning is himself.

Huo Dongjun stretched out his hand, but in just a short time he had completed the possession of the martial spirit. His body was filled with red gold, and a yellow-orange century-old soul ring was beating around his body.

In the palm of his hand, the strong wind gathered, and a dark blue light appeared. This is Huo Dongjun's first soul skill, which gives the soul power three attributes: wind, ice, and darkness, and has three negative effects: movement delay, body stiffness, and mind paralysis.

Huo Dongjun spoke again, "My mother's enmity must be decided with my own hands. I hope my third uncle will make it happen."

Dai Hong signaled his men to open the prison and comforted him, "Good boy, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

He was happy to see Huo Dongjun be so filial, because only filial children would be grateful and give back to the family in the future.

Children who observe filial piety are most likely to be controlled by their families.

Huo Yun'er's death was definitely not what Dai Hong or even the Dai family wanted to see, but it had already happened after all, and the only way to do it was to minimize the impact.

As for Lao Zhang's life, I'm sorry, but Dai Hong really doesn't know him well.

The prison opened wide, Huo Dongjun stepped forward, and in the hopeless eyes of the groom, he struck the groom on the chest with his hand, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, just like wisps of "plum blossoms" in full bloom, dyeing his white clothes red.

The white clothes are stained with blood, and they look fierce and awe-inspiring.

Even though Dai Hong had been fighting for decades, he still fell into a slight daze because of the ruthless determination of the boy in front of him.

At his age, the soul-killing beast must feel a little ashamed in his heart. Dai Hong thought to himself, fortunately this child's martial spirit is not an evil martial spirit, otherwise if he is absorbed by the cult, he will become a murderous death god!

Huo Dongjun put his blood-stained hand on the groom's forehead and paused slightly.

"To check whether you are dead, you should check your breathing, heartbeat, or pulse."

He looked at Huo Dongjun who was a little distracted, as if he was reminiscing about something, so Dai Hong couldn't help but remind him. It seemed that the child was deeply affected.

Huo Dongjun looked like he suddenly understood, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, uncle, for reminding me."

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At night, the stars dimmed, indicating that tomorrow would be a stormy morning.

Huo Dongjun stood guard at the door of the yard, staring at the mahogany coffin in front of him. His younger brother had fainted from crying before, so he sent him to bed early. Now he is keeping vigil alone.

'Xiao Dongjun, the grilled fish is ready, come and eat quickly. '

'The clothes I just knitted for you, try wearing them to see if they fit you. '

'Why are we fighting again? Are the injuries serious? '

'Xiao Dongjun, you have to be a good boy, because only good children will be liked by everyone. '

'Be good with your brother in the house. Mom will be back soon. '

Huo Dongjun leaned on the coffin. My mother always thought that loving others seriously would lead to being loved. I always thought that as long as I showed my sincerity, I could get sincerity. But the kindness my mother taught me was rewarded with an unclear death.

I have known for a long time that the world is not fair, and some people are born with everything, as if they are the embodiment of beauty.

And some people are born as cows and horses, riding horses and horses for big shots, without any dignity.

He was even trampled to death like a bug!

Noon has arrived.

Huo Dongjun opened his eyes, and his spiritual consciousness had entered the ancient demon summoning monument.

The blood moon here still lingers in the dark sky. Except for the ancient monument standing in the center of the world, there are broken limbs and remains everywhere, and mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

A large area of ​​red magma is rolling and cracking around, and the surrounding thick black mist is drifting and swaying.

Here,

With a suffocating pain,

It is also his greatest reliance and secret.

Countless evil ghosts are escorting the ghosts, and in the distance, ten documents are floating in the air, and there is an inexplicable shadow sitting cross-legged with a huge pen in hand.

A ghost appeared in front of Huo Dongjun. The ghost's figure was obscure and its face was neither happy nor sad. But surprisingly, the appearance of this ghost was exactly the same as that of the old horseman who was killed earlier.

"Tell me, how likely is this thing to go wrong?" Huo Dongjun was dressed in white, and his body sat naturally on the evil ghost's skeleton.

The fear of entering the deep sea of ​​consciousness for the first time has been forgotten by Huo Dongjun as he has become accustomed to it over the years.

Cockroaches are not the most adaptable beings, people are.

"Tell me, what benefits did the duchess give you? Would you rather not speak before you die?" Huo Dongjun rested his chin on his hand and looked at the ghost in front of him expressionlessly.

Why does Huo Dongjun insist on killing him with his own hands?

Are you really just angry?

Exposed emotions are nothing more than a means to achieve an end.

Since you are unwilling to speak when you are alive, then speak after death!