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Mo Wentian has always been called the biggest Phoenix Man in the Yanjing circle, and he is also the most admired idol of many younger generations after the Phoenix Man came to power.
There is no other.
Because Mo Wentian was born as a standard Phoenix man. When he was a teenager, he was very poor and his family could not afford to eat, so he came to Yanjing to work hard.
It is the rise of the Mo family who is now in the middle of the day by relying on its strength, becoming the fifth largest family.
Although it is slightly inferior to the other four companies, he believes that in a few years, he will definitely surpass Long Luo Qin and the others.
The rest of the families relied on their ancestors¡¯ family business. Only Mo Wentian, a phoenix man, slowly climbed up step by step on his own.
It is precisely because of this.
He has experienced all kinds of ups and downs.
I have experienced how much people at the bottom care about the food, rice, firewood and salt of life.
I have experienced brother betrayal and wife cheating.
I also suffered countless looks and humiliation.
It is even more so in the dark underground world, where swords and swords are shining.
He has experienced all of this.
In the end, he got through it and got to where he is now.
When it comes to, it is highly noticed, and the position is high.
But, today, or to be precise, since Lin Xiao appeared in his field of vision, he felt a strong sense of danger.
This sense of danger is like a sharp machete hanging above his head, which may fall down at any time and make his head roll.
Especially as the time gets closer, that feeling becomes stronger.
It wasn¡¯t until today that he realized it deeply.
The knife is already close at hand and will be struck down at any time.
He, the head of the Mo family, may never exist again.
"Wen Tian, ??why did you let that piece of shit go?" At this time, a woman came over, crying with tears on her face, destroying all the makeup on her face.
Mo Wentian took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, closed his eyes gently, and listened to the sorrow and music surrounding him, his heart felt like death, and he was a little disheartened.
He has not yet responded to his third wife¡¯s words.
"Wen Tian, ??Liu'er is dead, Laosan is dead, and Hu'er is dead. These are all your relatives. How can you just watch them die?!"
¡°You must avenge me, and you must not let the children die in vain!!¡±
The woman¡¯s name is Li Xin. She looks like she is thirty-four or five-year-old at most, but she is actually almost forty. Even though she is well-maintained, her face is still delicate and charming.
Her figure is also very hot, no worse than those young, hot and charming women.
On the contrary, at her age, coupled with her face that makes people full of desire at a glance, it is enough to make those young boys who are not familiar with the world surrender.
It can also make those experienced in love unable to stop. She is a woman with all kinds of charm and supreme charm.
At this moment, there is no image, a stream of snot and tears, wailing there, full of anger and resentment.
The youngest daughter who died was her biological daughter, and she had been doting on her since she was a child.
How can you be reconciled to being killed now?
The entire Mo family all around were in silence. Some were angry, while others were sad. I am afraid only they themselves know how many of them are sincere.
As for the surrounding security guards, they were also a little undecided, standing nervously waiting for their master to give orders.
The other guests gathered together and talked quietly.
"Wen Tian"
Snapped!
The beautiful young woman Li Xin still wanted to speak, but suddenly Mo Wentian slapped her beautiful face and knocked her to the ground.
Almost instantly, five clear finger prints appeared on that face that could make countless men fall, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of the mouth.
He fell to the ground, covering his face with shock.
The others around him also looked surprised.
"If you die, you will die. You are a bunch of losers who only know how to compete with each other all day long. You may as well die!"
Mo Wentian glanced coldly at Li Xin, who was lying on the ground with a stunned look on his face.
After saying this, Diai Diao turned around and walked towards the funeral parlor. Before leaving, he called out to his eldest son, Mo Zhongyu, who had been hiding in the corner without saying a word the whole time, "Zhongzhi"??Come in with me. "
Mo Zhong is Mo Wentian¡¯s eldest son and the son of him and his first wife.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: He is very low-key and never likes to be in the limelight, but he is very capable in doing things and is very favored by Mo Wentian.
He is a man whose appearance is not outstanding. He is thirty-four or five years old, with rimmed eyes, and is very reserved.
He doesn¡¯t have the arrogance of a successful man, or a playboy from a rich and powerful family. He looks a bit honest and honest.
After hearing what his father said, he comforted his mother a few words and then followed her into the funeral parlor.
Only a group of tribal guests were left outside, looking at each other in bewilderment.
In the funeral parlor, mourning music is still playing.
The coffin, made of ordinary material, was still lying quietly on the ground, and Mo Wentian's third son turned into a ball of flesh and was crushed underneath.
Mo Wentian just glanced at the coffin, which was full of embarrassment, and stopped looking at it.
Walking all the way to the front, there is a not-so-tall Buddha statue above his spiritual throne, with smoke curling up.
He just stood there with his hands behind his back, without saying a word, and his expression was joyless, with no emotion at all.
However, those who know him will know that this is the time when he is most fearful and dangerous.
The more ferocious and cruel the beast is, the less public it will be.
He will only hide in the corner, quietly waiting for the enemy to reveal his horns and flaws, and then kill him with one blow.
In this regard, Mo Zhongyu is actually very similar to his father.
He is this kind of person, unassuming and unassuming, quiet and seemingly harmless, but in fact he is a very ferocious beast.
???????????????????????????????? The heir who is valued by Mo Wentian, the number one Phoenix man of the Emperor of Yanjing, and who can take on important responsibilities within the family, will definitely not be just a soft bag, he must be outstanding.
"Dad, what do you think?"
Mo Zhongyu came behind his father and stood aside respectfully and asked.
A son knows better than his father, and conversely, a son also knows his father.
He knew very well how powerful his father was.
It is also very clear why the losses were so heavy this time and several family members died, but my father could still endure it.
But, he was a little surprised.
When did that lost dog named Lin Xiao become so powerful?
It makes my father exhausted to deal with it.
"Zhongzhi, there is only one person in the family who can carry the flag."
Mo Wentian sighed, slowly turned around, looked at the eldest son whom he had always been very optimistic about, showing a very rare softness, and said: "I underestimated Lin Xiao in this turmoil, and it was too much." You are careless about the abilities of the only son of the Lin family."
"Buddha competes for a stick of incense, and people compete for a breath. From now on, Lin Xiao and I will fight to the death. You are not suitable to stay in Yanjing anymore. Prepare your air tickets tomorrow and go abroad."
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