And when the young director of the Yun clan saw that his father was injured by an old man in linen clothes, he immediately became angry. He didn't listen to his father's advice, and flew directly to fight.

"Bang!"

Before he could get closer, he saw the old man in sackcloth waving his hand. Ren mediation is a kite off the line in disguise. Flew straight out. When he drew a graceful arc of the house, he landed impartially where his father had fallen before.

Both father and son vomited blood.

Murong Feixue was very surprised, and turned her head to look at this old man in horse cloth clothes who appeared out of thin air. I don't know why he wants to help himself. I don't know who he is from the Murong family.

"Who are you? Why help me. ”

"Flying snow, don't you remember grandpa? When you wet the bed when you laugh, your grandfather hid it for you! ”

“……”

Hearing this, the corners of Murong Feixue's bloody mouth twitched.

It's the first time she's seen such an open-mouthed old man. However, it is not difficult to see from the old man's eyes that he really loves him sincerely. Even when talking. They all looked like they were burning and emotional.

"It's mine, why haven't I seen you before?"

Murong Feixue tilted her head slightly, with a hint of doubt on her face. It's more about gratitude. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of this old man, the consequences would really be unimaginable.

"Alas...... Your grandfather and I have traveled the world for many years! Unexpectedly, as soon as I came back, I heard a series of bad news! Several of your sisters are dead, and your mother is also dead! My son who is not angry is also ......," the old man said here, already in tears.

The Murong family, which he single-handedly run, didn't expect that the talent would wither into this. Even his last bloodline was almost killed by a traitor!

"Grandpa, don't be sad, there's flying snow with you!" Murong Feixue walked over and raised his hand to gently caress the old man's back.

Old Man Murong was sad when he heard Murong Feixue's comfort, and his heart suddenly felt warm. A smile finally appeared on the ravine's face.

Huahua, Yan Niang, Xin Yue, and Li Daiyuan, the four seriously injured girls, were helped up by Mo Ziluo, Li Moge, and Youcai Bai. Several people walked to Murong Feixue and the old man's side. I was also touched by this affection.

"It's really rare that you have this kind of thought, and in the future, our grandfather and grandson will depend on each other......" Old Man Murong said with a moving expression.

"Oops, no! The head and young master of the Yun clan ran away! Huahua glanced over there, and saw that the two seriously injured people were gone, and immediately shouted.

That old man Murong came back to his senses and immediately frowned!

"Damn it, these two rats! If you can't beat it, you can run, it's too moral! ”

“……”

Murong Feixue was almost made to laugh by Old Man Murong's deontology. She thought about it, it was still like this, the old man of the Murong family looked a little cuter. However, this Ren Yun clan dared to make his family look like this, and he would definitely not bypass these people!

"Grandpa, at home, Daddy is really ...... He's dead? Murong Feixue asked in a somewhat incredulous voice.

"Hey...... In that coffin is the body of my son, you, go and see your father! The old man looked sad and weeping.