"Childe is right." Mo He nodded, "It's the old slave who can't think about it." Then he immediately asked, "Gongzi Ye came back this time, but he wants to take it back to the Shikang Mansion?" ”

"Shikang Mansion?" Mo Zhiyu glanced at him, "I just want to get back what belongs to me." Did Dad give you that thing before he died? ”

Mo He's expression suddenly became nervous.

Mo Zhiyu saw the clue and immediately asked, "They snatched it?" ”

Mo He immediately kowtowed to Mo Zhiyu, and said excitedly: "It's the old slave who is useless, it's the old slave who doesn't take a good look at the things of the grandfather and the son!" ”

Mo Zhiyu held him hard with both hands, and his expression was indifferent: "It's just right, they need a new lesson." Then he helped Mo He to stand up together, looked at Yiyan, and said, "I'll go for a trip, you and Herb will stay here." ”

"Huh? Are you going alone? Yiyan was a little worried, "That's the Shikang Mansion over there." ”

"That's right, Son, how can you go alone?" Herb also hurriedly said, and then he also noticed Yiyan, and hurriedly asked, "Who is this girl?" ”

"Her name is Yiyan, and you will have time to get to know each other in a while." Mo Zhiyu let go of Herb, and then said to the two people, "I must go alone in this matter, and my name, of course, will be taken back by myself!" ”

Mo He saw that Mo Zhi's delusion had made up his mind, so he said: "Since this is the case, the prince should go quickly, today the second master will pass the position of duke to the young master." ”

"Really?" Mo Zhiyu showed his trademark smile, "What a good day." ”

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Xiling City, the county of Shikang County, at this time the city is full of lights, because today is the big day of the Duke of Shikang, the old man Mo Pan is going to hand over the duke's position to his son Mozhi, the last time the Duke of Shikang was replaced two hundred years ago, the original duke's heir died in the desert, and the previous duke died of illness directly, so that the duke's position was passed to the second room.

At the ancestral hall of the Mo family, in front of the magnificent ancestral temple hall, the left and right are full of Mo clans, and there is a martial arts hall waiting for the battle, and the family power of the Kang Mansion for more than 2,000 years is fully displayed here, full of pomp and circumstance.

As the ceremonial officer shouted: "The auspicious time has arrived!" The horns of the left and right honor guards sounded in unison, and Mo Pan and his son walked up the stairs in formal crown dresses and came to the high platform in front of the main hall of the ancestral temple. After a recitation to the ancestors, Mo Pan walked to the ink period kneeling on the ground with the seal of the Duke of Kang in his hand, preparing for the official handover of the duke's throne.

At this critical moment, only a bang was heard, and the gate in front of the main square of the ancestral temple was smashed open at once, and a group of burly soldiers fell in pain, followed by a long ink-colored knife that rotated vertically.

The military attaches lined up in the square immediately became vigilant, they were all good at the Illusory Yuan Realm, and there were also one or two masters of the Chaos Realm. But the inky knife spun rapidly, forming a powerful tornado of its own, and when all the military attachés gathered in formation, they rushed out like bowling balls, and these military attaches were all swept to the ground.

The tornado rushed all the way, and the Mo clan couldn't resist it, so they avoided it in horror, only the ink period on the high platform stood up and stimulated the foundation of the Chaos Mirror with all his might, intending to block this powerful force at once. But with a "bang", he couldn't change the ending, and he was easily blasted away like those military attachés.

Mo Pan, who was the only one standing at the door of the main hall of the ancestral temple, had some palpitations, because the momentum of this tornado directly suppressed his soul, and it seemed that this posture was about to shatter the entire ancestral temple in one fell swoop. However, just a moment before Mo Pan was about to accept his fate, the momentum of the entire huge tornado suddenly dissipated, turning into the body of the ink-colored long knife, forcing Mo Pan into the main hall of the ancestral temple.

Immediately, an even more powerful coercion pressed down from the air, making everyone present only prostrate low. A man appeared in front of the gate of the ancestral temple that had just been smashed open, a man dressed in black with a golden dragon tattooed on his clothes!

The man's eyes lit up with the color of red and gold, like molten slurry, and the powerful coercion encouraged his black robe, and the momentum was unreservedly displayed at this time, as if the king had returned and the true god had returned!

Mo Pan, who was forced to be on the stone slab in the main hall of the ancestral temple, stared nervously at the ink knife in front of him, the long memory struck again, he remembered this knife, and of course he remembered the owner of this knife, his face twitched subconsciously, and it seemed that the hideous scar on his face hurt again.

The man stepped past the military attache who had fallen on the ground, walked between the Mo clan relatives who knelt on the ground, walked past the Mo Zhizhi who was suppressed and imprisoned, entered the ancestral temple hall in a grand manner, and came to the old duke, and smiled slightly: "The second uncle is in good spirits." ”

"You ......" Mo Pan was shocked, he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, he couldn't even finish his words, he could only repeat, "You...... You ......"

"Me?" The man still smiled slightly, "I'm Mo Zhiyu." ”

He spoke very normally, but this voice naturally swayed, enough for the entire ancestral temple hall to hear, all the people's faces were full of shock, of course they knew this name, this name should have been listed on the family tree, engraved on the tablet of the ancestral temple, and now standing in front of everyone so alive.

That legendary man, just like that, is back with a majestic momentum! He's stronger than ever, and he's more terrifying than ever!

Mo Pan was finally speechless with shock, and the long-term fear hit his heart, making him breathe nervously, and he subconsciously covered the hideous scar on his face, as if this would reduce the pain of the scar.

Mo Zhiyu only glanced at Mo Pan and no longer looked at him, but walked to the middle of the main hall, facing the ancestral tablets of the Mo family, and stretched out his hand to attract three long incense sticks. As soon as his fingertips flicked the incense, the incense naturally ignited, and then he bowed three times to the ancestral tablets very formally.

The coercion was gone, but everyone remained in their original posture because they were still amazed.

Only Mo Zhizhi reacted alone, and the residual strength of coercion was still on him, but he was also a Yuanli monk in the early stage of the Chaos Realm, and he barely supported his body, stumbling into the main hall, looking at this strange man again, he mustered up momentum and roared: "Mo Zhiyu, this is the ancestral temple of the Mo family, I can't help you to be rampant!" ”

The strength of the ink period is just like many years ago, in front of the ink delirium is the howl of the young wolf, he didn't pay attention to this young wolf with teeth and claws, he took care of himself and inserted the incense into the incense burner on the table, and took down a tablet from the spiritual platform, then he looked at the ink period lightly, and said, "What can you do if I'm rampant?" ”

The next chapter "Give Me My Stuff Back" / Today's update is late, because I want to congratulate E on rushing to the semifinals of the S tournament TVT

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