Tang Ran continued to chase the scent and came to a door and knocked on the door.

The door opened quickly and Long Yunbiao, who looked nervous, saw Tang Ran outside before leading him in.

The moment they opened and closed the door, Long Yunbiao whispered to Tang Ran.

Notice.

Tang Ran walked forward without knowing why, and when he entered the room, Tang Ran's back suddenly collapsed.

As the most promising genius in the Confucian sect to reach the level of a saint, this is the most dangerous one he has experienced among the few crises since his birth.

The old man with gray hair walked slowly in the living room.

After a long time, he said softly.

Crossed the line.

Li Wuya on the sofa was shaking in pain, but he still gritted his teeth?

Dad, you are not particular about it.

Isn’t this amazing? You still hide it from your son.

The old man hummed.

I don't care, I only have a few relatives, and I still hurt them.

I will call your uncles and uncles to kill the headquarters of the Doomsday Association, except for my Doomsday Association.

Li Wuya shook his head.

Just deal with the people above, and I will handle it for my peers.

The old man nodded.

Well, it seems they have forgotten the massacre decades ago.
Chapter completed!