In a luxurious manor mansion under the name of the god of wind, the sound of quarrels can be heard from afar......

All the hustle and bustle stopped as dozens of armored vehicles drove into the mansion, and countless eyes looked at Bailu who got out of the car with different expressions, but most of them were surprised.

How did he get here?

Bailu took off his sunglasses and walked towards a group of jackals, tigers and leopards that had become quiet, and among the wolves, he saw a curly-haired young man wearing a church mourning dress, his eyes were red, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, looking very helpless.

If the boy is strong, the girl will support the wall, and if the boy is not strong, he can only be a lamb for people to slaughter......

Yelia shook her head and sighed, the only son of the wind god, who has been pampered since he was a child, is like a flower in a greenhouse, and has no ability to resist wind and rain at all, on the other hand, the white deer next to him, when he was sixteen years old, had already led his subordinates to make waves everywhere.

"Aunt Yelia."

"Don't be sad." Elia stepped forward and comforted, "Be strong. ”

Bailu did not come forward to condole, but looked at a group of jackals, tigers and leopards: "What are you arguing about?" ”

For the establishment of the mourning hall, Fengshen's subordinates have been arguing for a long time, and it is easy to decide on a mansion, but I didn't expect a new disagreement to arise, some said it was located in the front hall, some said it was located in the lobby, some said it was located in the backyard, and some said it was located in the garden......

"No one understands Xingluo?"

Finally, a middle-aged man stood up: "Hello, Lord Bailu. ”

Bai Luyun said lightly: "The coffin of the deceased is coming back, why haven't you even set up the mourning hall?" ”

"Uh......"

"We have a little disagreement about the establishment of the mourning hall."

"What disagreement?"

"Some people say it's in the front room, some say it's in the lobby, some say it's in the backyard, and some say it's in the garden."

Bailu glanced at the only son of the wind god: "Just let the master decide this?" ”

Facing the inquiring eyes of his uncles, the little curly fur was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, like a puppy trembling in the face of wolves......

Yelia patted him on the shoulder, "Where do you want to set up the mourning hall?" ”

"Can it be set up in the garden?" Little Curly said weakly: "My father liked the garden very much when he was alive, and the flowers in the garden were all planted by himself. ”

"Then set it up in the garden."

Yelia is also the overlord of one side, and the subordinates of the wind god do not dare to disobey her head-on, and they all smile at her: "Then listen to the night boss." ”

Bailu heard it, they only obeyed the night boss, not the little curly-haired one......

The wind god left to return to the west, leaving only a young son who was powerless to face a group of jackals, tigers and leopards alone, and was not afraid that his child would be torn to pieces?

Bailu shook his head, if he was terminally ill, he only had a weak son under his knees, and he was surrounded by jackals, tigers and leopards with bad intentions, he would get rid of all these jackals, tigers and leopards before he died to protect his children......

Sometimes, to be kind to others is to be cruel to yourself.

Fengshen's subordinates finally began to set up a mourning hall, and everything was carried out in an orderly manner.

The chase meeting was held two days later, Bailu and Yelia were both outsiders, so it was not easy to participate too much in other people's household affairs, and after seeing that the mourning hall began to be set up, they left.

Night, quiet but not calm.

Bailu led the two dogs and walked into the villa where people were skilled.

"Why are you here?"

"Can't I come for a cup of coffee?"

"Absolutely."

Wenren Qianshu beckoned Bailu to sit down in the living room, and after a while, Jin Er came up with coffee.

Bailu looked around and asked, "Where is the water?" ”

"You're here to find water?"

Bailu smiled dryly: "No, I just didn't see her, just ask." ”

Wen Ren Qianshu took a sip of coffee: "Shui'er has returned to China." ”

"Returning home?"

"Her daughter is sick."

"I see."

"I heard you went to the Wind God's mansion today?"

"Yes."

Hearing the shallow book, the rabbit died and the fox said sadly: "I didn't expect the wind god to die so suddenly." ”

The corners of Bailu's mouth curled: "Isn't this what you want?" ”

Wen Ren Qianshu said meaningfully: "The death of the wind god is like a lit ***, if you don't extinguish the fire, it will explode sooner or later." ”

"I can't stop it."

Wen Ren seemed to be smiling: "You can't help it?" ”

Bailu shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's my business, why should I stop it?" When I see a group of dogs biting each other, if I bite them together, then I don't become a dog? ”

Jin Er muttered to the side, "You were originally a dog." ”

“(￢_￢)”

Bailu shot back childishly: "You are the dog." ”

Wen Ren Qianshu rolled his eyes and said, "Lord Bailu, what are you looking for me?" ”

"I'm going to the funeral of the god of wind the day after tomorrow, and I need a female companion."

Jin Er said angrily: "How can anyone invite a female companion to the funeral? ”

"I don't dare go alone." Bailu pretended to be timid and said, "I'm afraid of ghosts." ”

“(￢_￢)”

"Come less!"

"Alright, Kim." After hearing the scolding of the people, he smiled and said: "I'll go with you, Fengshen is also the master, we are guests on other people's territory, the master's family has died, of course we have to go to mourn." ”

Bailu finished his coffee in one gulp: "Then I'll go back first." ”

"No."

Late at night, a small transport plane landed at a makeshift airport in the City of Angels.

The City of Angels is not navigable, and if it is a normal time, the plane enters the City of Angels and has been shot down by anti-aircraft guns, but this plane is transporting one of the former owners of the City of Angels.

The hearse had been waiting for a long time, and several men in black carried the coffin from the plane, loaded it into the hearse, and then drove to the funeral home......

In a hotel on the outskirts of the city, the dragon-slaying triumvirate gathered.

The three of Wuxin, Ichigo Liufeng, and Nalan Yifeng were drinking tea, drinking Amaterasu's clear tea, the tea was slightly sweet and bitter, but they had a smile on their faces.

"Seems quiet tonight?"

"It could be the calm before the storm."

Ichigo Flowing Wind laughed: "As soon as the wind god dies, the City of Angels will be in chaos, and many unsightly things will definitely emerge in the chaos, Yelia can't sit still anymore, and she will go to see the white deer early." ”

Wuxin smiled lightly: "The chaos has appeared, the chaos has been decided, if you want to fish in troubled waters, then you have to rely on your ability." ”

Ichigo Rufeng shrugged his shoulders and said: "You guys are fishing in troubled waters, I'll watch the play slowly, I came to the City of Angels just to accompany the two, I don't want to participate in the game of Bailu." ”

Nalan Yifeng sneered: "Since you have come to the City of Angels, do you still want to protect yourself?" You may have become a part of the White Hart game by now. ”

"It doesn't matter, as long as the fire doesn't burn me."

"Tonight, many people are destined to be unable to sleep."

The three men drank tea and talked and laughed, this world is like this, some people cry and some laugh......