Yan Xiao nodded and said: "Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. You said it, and you did it this way. How about our little Yaowan?"

Gui Wushuang stood up, waved his right hand, and several heads-sized stones under the tree were reduced to pieces. He said with a slight anger in his tone: "If it were the past, blood debt must be paid with blood, I will definitely take his life."

Yan Xiao was slightly dazed and asked: "How serious is it?"

"This kid actually ordered his men to kill all the refugees who left the Yama Palace."

Yan Xiao also frowned slightly and asked: "How much?"

"Sixteen people."

Now it was the turn of Yan Xiao in red robe to be speechless. He drank a few more sips of wine and sighed: "Yao Huan and Leng Buyu, these two children seem to be crazy and like to play around.

Things are indeed going smoothly.”

Gui Wushuang looked at Yan Xiao, with the same angry expression, and said, "That's why you let me discipline you?"

Yan Xiao nodded: "Children of this generation in Muhanlou, you know all the troublesome things their elders have done. Ying'er was born in a miserable way, and Yaowuan, this child, was born in front of Muhanlou.

Life is so hard."

Gui Wushuang took a calm breath and sat down again. There were not many people he respected in his life. Apart from Lord Guangming, the Buddha in front of him was also counted as one person. If not for this Buddha, he would not have led the brothers to the Yama Palace.

Enter the Muhan Tower. Not to mention that after many years of operation, all the Yama Hall will be donated to the West.

Gui Wushuang thought about Yaowuan again. Although he said that he was going to kill Yaowuan and Zhanli now, no one dared to say that he was wrong. But if he really killed this kid, then the Buye clan would really be the last to die.
Chapter completed!