"Ah --"

"what's the matter?"

"what's the matter?"

……

Accompanied by a burst of confusion in the crowd, I saw that all the flowers were petals, implying ominous black petals.

Lu Jingli caught one of the petals with his fingertips. His face was extremely cold. Almost immediately, he recalled the black Mandala at the door of his father's birthday party

The flower language of black Mandala: revenge!

It's time to Finally came!

He subconsciously looked in the direction of his brother and saw that the man was calm to almost dead from the beginning to the end, as if for this scene, had been waiting for a long time.

With the black thick fog of petals being bombarded in, petals fall between, at the door, a young man full of silver hair, with a long unknown object in his hand, is walking towards the direction of the hall step by step

"Security! Where's the security guard! What's going on? "

"The security system suddenly broke down!"

"How on earth did this man get in..."

"I We don't know! "

"Don't settle it for me!"

……

The banquet hall was in chaos. On the stage, Lu Chongshan looked at the young man who was walking towards him step by step. Somehow, he felt a huge panic.

"Who are you?" Lu Chongshan's question came from the microphone.

The aura of the white haired man is extremely eerie. Stepping on the black petals step by step, he comes from hell like stepping on the netherworld. He is alone, but he seems to be holding thousands of ghosts. It's extremely frightening that no one dares to approach

"Stop for me!" Lu Chongshan was drinking again. However, the seemingly cold reprimand concealed a trace of fear and timidity that he did not even notice.

"Ah..."

In the hall, the needle can be heard, the young man's low smile makes everyone shiver.

Then, the man's careless voice whispered in everyone's ears: "who am I when you gave birth to me? What's the reason? My dear My father... "

"You..." Lu Chongshan's face was as white as a ghost in an instant. Subconsciously, he retreated, "what are you talking about!"

Step by step, the white haired man stepped closer, his lips slightly lifted up, revealing a faint cold smile, "is it? nonsense? When My name, or my father, you named it! Ting Shen, Lu It's deep. "

As soon as the voice fell, Lu Chongshan's body suddenly shook, and his fingers trembled violently, "who Who do you think you are? "

The white haired man's slender, white to transparent fingers slightly raised the bangs that covered the brow bone, revealed the shallow scar on the brow bone, and said with a nervous strange low smile: "one of your excellent offspring."

"Shut up! shut your mouth! I don't know you I don't know what Lu tingshen I only have two sons! Where do you come from? You dare to come to Lu Jiaxing to cheat Lu Chongshan immediately roared, let people catch him, but that look has completely revealed his guilty heart and panic.

Finally, the white haired man walked to the place ten steps away from Lu Chongshan. Then he slowly uncovered the white cloth on the object in his hand, and revealed a spiritual position under the white cloth.

On the throne is engraved "the throne of my wife Yunlan".

All the people who were familiar with Lu Chongshan were in an uproar. They were all shocked because It's Lu Chongshan's handwriting!

My wife?!

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