Seeing this, Yang Rui smiled lightly, "Brother for life, with you, this life is enough." ” When the three of them heard this, they grinned, "Ergou, you are enough, this is sensational" Naiva still likes to dismantle the stage as always, but the next moment, the four of them looked at each other and smiled.
"There's one hand missing, I'll add the boss's hand" Siwa stretched out another hand.
"Can I participate," werewolf Basha scratched his head and stepped forward with a hearty smile.
Naiva glanced at him, the latter was suddenly a little embarrassed, and then was pulled over by Naiwa, "You are my little brother, and you are also my brother, count you in" When several people saw this, they all smiled.
"Okay, let's go wash up, prepare a few sets of black mourning clothes, and see off the old man for his funeral."
"I'm going to get ready."
Naiva said.
"Wait a minute, don't want black, change to white" Yang Rui suddenly changed his words.
Naiva nodded, naturally understanding what he meant.
The mourning dress is black, while the filial dress is white.
When the dawn of dawn completely splits the haze and falls to the ground, Outside the Kim Manor, a neat black convoy was immense, and everyone in black suits stood in front of the car door, waiting quietly.
Yang Rui hugged Ruirui, Naiwa, the third baby, and the fourth baby were all wearing filial piety clothes and walked out of the manor.
"Although I know that the old man must like to be quiet, I think this funeral needs to be more beautiful."
Yang Rui frowned, didn't say anything, obviously agreed with Naiwa's idea, and now in this world, Old Man Mao is not there, and the Mao family has become weak, so this can be regarded as a deterrent.
The news of the early morning flew all over the Jindu, and it was all shocking in country Z.
"How can it be possible for a horse to die in Jindu?"
"Which family is this Yang Sect, can it actually kill the Ma Wenxian Hidden Family?"
"Old Man Mao is actually dead, the years are not forgiving, I think how domineering he was back then, how many people in the world can compete with him" "Is this Yang family going to rise strongly Since Yang Qiankun, is the sky of this Z country going to change again?"
"Yang Gate, is Yang Gate the Yang Gate, are they coming back?"
Soil Flat.
When everyone heard the news, they were shocked to the extreme.
"Bang" In the Lin Group building, a middle-aged man slammed the coffee that the secretary had just brewed to the ground.
"How is it possible, how is it possible that just a few boys actually killed the Ma family, why is this old man so weak" He was furious, looking terrifying, as if he was going to eat people, the secretary was so frightened that he shrank aside, lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything.
"Ma Wenshen is dead, and Old Man Mao is also dead, this battle is really tragic" In the Luo family compound, the old man used half of his breakfast, then sighed and shook his head, and left the table.
Huaxia Military Region.
"Damn, I heard it right, Yang Zhiqiang of the Eighth Military Region, that guy is actually a descendant of the Yang Sect, no wonder he is so perverted" "I always thought that he and Ma Huairen were evenly matched, but I never thought that Ma Huairen would be defeated, and even his grandfather Ma Wenshen was defeated in his hands.
This is a demon, and everyone in the military region has reached a consensus.
In the first military region, a man's whole body was tense, his fists were clenched together, and his eyes were closed indifferently.
"Dad, it's strange that the child is incompetent" Ma Huairen stood indifferently in front of the tent, without the slightest expression on his face.
After a long time, the middle-aged man's hands let go, and then he sighed self-deprecatingly, "In the dark, there is a certainty, this is a catastrophe, and the Ma family can't avoid it." ” "Everything now is to blame, as long as you are still alive, go down and rest."
The man's voice was heavy.
Ma Huairen nodded, and then retreated.
"The old guys of the previous generation have gone two at once, and the power of the new era is coming faster than expected."
An old man stepped on the top of the mountain, climbed to the top, as if walking on the ground, bent his waist, from this mountain to another mountain in the blink of an eye.
He walked slowly, and his slow steps fell, but the whole person disappeared in a flash, and then appeared on the other side of the mountain.
The space surged, and after he left, it was calm again.
It was not long before the news of the battle of Jindu spread to all corners of country Z "Let's go, let's go see off Old Man Mao" In the Quartet of Jindu, some people came spontaneously.
Outside the courtyard of the Mao family, there were all people wearing plain robes and black shirts, densely packed, most of them were old people, who had received the favor of Old Man Mao.
"Old man, you went before me."
An old man sighed, his face covered with tears.
In the courtyard of the Mao family, the atmosphere was extremely low, and all the disciples of the Mao family were standing in the courtyard, full of tears.
"Master, Master."
Zhang Jin wiped his tears and muttered.
"Mao Zheliang, this beast, this damn brute, what the hell is his heart made of to poison his own grandfather" Li Dazui's face was hideous and terrifying, and he suppressed his anger.
"Wang Qiaohong, if there was no woman to protect him, how could Mao Zheliang be so arrogant and domineering, a guy who is not as good as a beast," one scolded angrily.
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All the disciples of the Mao family were furious, and they all approached where Wang Qiaohong lived.
"Wang Qiaohong, you come out for Lao Tzu" At this moment, no one called him Mrs. anymore, and everyone was aggressive and murderous.
Mao Shixuan knelt in front of the coffin and wept bitterly, but Wu Bo couldn't cry.
"Old lady, how can you walk in front of me, what should you do if you let me have this old bone" Wu Bo cried into tears, he lived in the Mao family since he was young and served the Mao family for three generations.
Wang Qiaohong hid in the room, not daring to go out, so frightened that she cowered in the corner of the wall, not saying a word Yang Rui and others arrived, and everything was ready.
"Master, Dean."
Yang Rui bowed slightly to Mo Jiuyou and Hua Kaifu.
"You're here."
Mo Jiu said, the two of them looked at what Yang Rui's brothers were wearing, nodded with satisfaction, and patted him on the shoulder, "Go ahead." ” Yang Rui walked into the lobby, his heart was sour, and he helped Uncle Wu up, "Uncle Xuan, it's not too early, it's time to hit the road." ” Mao Shixuan wiped a handful of tears, stood up from the ground tremblingly, and nodded at Yang Rui silently.
Seeing Yang Rui's clothes, he barely squeezed out a smile, "Yang Rui, you have a heart." ” "It should."
Yang Rui said, "Uncle Wu, please prepare some of the old man's favorite pastries." ” Uncle Wu cried and nodded, "I'll go, I'll go" The entire Mao family compound, at the moment of the mausoleum, was covered by crying, and inside and outside the compound, countless people stood spontaneously in an orderly manner to see off Old Man Mao.
The shouts of "Old Man Mao" rose one after another outside the courtyard
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