His body stiffened, and his heart was pounding.

Maybe he didn't think about anything in his head when he started it, but when he really strangled his granddaughter with his own hands.

At this moment, his brain was booming.

He is not human, how can he strangle his granddaughter with his own hands?

Will he be struck by thunder from the sky?

His mind was jumbled

At this time, he suddenly heard a noise at the door, and the old king looked towards the door in fright.

Then I saw Dongfang Yu, standing at the door with a calm face.

At that moment, his heart pounded.

And Dongfang Yu was obviously satisfied.

came to the house, squatted down and looked at Wang Yuan.

The hand reached out to his nose and then withdrew it.

You may feel that it is not good to be contaminated with the breath of the dead.

So he took out his handkerchief and wiped it.

Then, with a movement of the fingers, the handkerchief was reduced to ashes.

At this time, the old king was already a little groggy.

Anyway, he also killed his own granddaughter, at the moment of killing, maybe he didn't have so many thoughts, but when Wang Yuan really died.

He still has a trace of regret.

But in front of the young master who was light and breezy.

I still don't dare to say anything.

Because he had heard from the previous senior brother that in the earliest days, the sect and another sect grabbed territory, and at that time, their sect suffered countless casualties.

Maybe the death of a person is not a matter at all for the master of the door in front of him.

Still, his body was trembling slightly.

Dongfang Yu frowned slightly.

Although I have disdain in my heart, I feel that it is very good to be able to do this now that I have been out of the sect for so long.

So the palm of his hand moved.

In his hand, a gold nugget the size of a fist appeared.

It looks like it's about two pounds.

He stretched out his hand and handed it to the old king.

But he didn't say anything.

There was a gold nugget the size of his fist, lying quietly in Dongfang Yu's palm.

When he saw this big gold nugget for the old king, his eyes lit up.

Hurriedly reached out and took it.

Carefully put it in the palm of your hand, this is gold, this is pure gold.

It's worth it.

A greedy glint flashed in the eyes of the old king.

Dongfang Yu's face was still calm.

Slowly withdraw your hand.

It's a little cold in the room.

The breath is also oppressive.

He glanced at the corpse on the ground, moved his fingers, took out a spirit talisman, handed it to the old king, and said to him, "Take this spirit talisman and burn it at the crossroads, and then come back in half an hour." ”

Then he whispered to the old man.

Then he hugged the cat and left this cramped small yard without looking back.

Walking casually under the dim street lamp.

Then I got into a little black car.

Slowly left here.

And the old king, according to the instructions of the door master, burned the spirit talisman before the crossroads, and then something strange happened.

There was an imperceptible twist and ripple in the air.

The last figure appeared at the intersection.

It turned out to be exactly the same as Qin Yize.

Then, the figure suddenly flashed and disappeared.

In a short time, from the alley of their yard, the gate of his house, he hurried towards the crossroads.

Walking and walking......

His figure was as if it had been blown away by the wind.

Disappearing into nothing, without anyone noticing......

At the mouth of that alley, the pedestrians who came and went really saw that there was such a person, but no one cared.