Dirk sat on the chair with an ugly face.

He is in a terrible mood now. If possible, he wants to destroy something!

He did not move, nor did the blood tribes around him move.

The atmosphere was once so depressed that it seemed as if they were not in the bright room, but in the depressing coffin.

The blood clan cares about family blood ties very much. After all, the loneliness for millions of years has taught them to cherish their families.

Because beyond that, they really have nothing.

This is the curse, the curse of the blood that the gods have brought to them!

No one in the room spoke. After a long time, the silent Dirk looked up at Johnson and sarcastically said: "Ha, secret party!"

Johnson was a little helpless: "Dike, listen to me..."

Dirk was almost irritable: "My son died in Country Z. Your territory, do you let me listen to you? What did you say? Did you tell me about the death of my son?"

"Calm down!" Johnson frowned: "My son and Ye Yunxi have been together for longer than yours. Don't you think about why the one who died was Jasde?"

"Ha, please educate me with the style of your secret party!"

Johnson sighed, he couldn't make sense!

The Demon Party and the Secret Party have different beliefs and have never been in line. How do he say about Tondek now?

After thinking for the end, he could only say, "Listen to me, don't be quarrel with that woman, you can't be quarrel with her!"

Dirk stood up slowly: "Ha, I won't let her go, no!"

After saying that, he looked at Cappadocia. True: "Let's go!"

"Dike!"

Johnson chased him out, but the middle-aged man had turned into a bat and disappeared silently into the sky.

Tsk, how could this happen?

Johnson looked back at his son sitting in his seat.

"Maya, you..."

Maya raised her hand: "Don't worry, Dad, Ye Yunxi is a person with a clear relationship with each other. As long as a friend doesn't do anything to be sorry for her, she will always recognize this friend no matter who it is."

"Okay..." Johnson rubbed his eyebrows: "Thank God."

As a race exiled by gods, it is ridiculous that it is now necessary to say thanks to God.

But despite this, people should always have a belief in life, and now, this is their belief.

When everyone dispersed, the country returned to peace.

At the international airport, Dirk got off the taxi and stood at the airport gate.

A woman from Yanguo stood opposite the road. The woman was dressed properly and had a pair of oversized sunglasses on her face. Seeing Dirk looking over, she smiled and took off her glasses and greeted the man: "Hello, Mr. Earl."

Dirk frowned, then left Cappadocia. Zhen walked across the road to the woman.

"Zhou Miaoyin, my son's mistress, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Miaoyin smiled and said, "Do you want to take revenge?"

The middle-aged gentleman stared at Zhou Miaoyin coldly.

The woman was not afraid, but smiled slightly: "Does it need cooperation? No one knows better about Yan Kingdom and the Imperial Sword than me."

The middle-aged gentleman finally moved his cold eyes and said arrogantly: "Yes, I hope you can realize my wish as soon as possible!"

After saying that, the middle-aged gentleman turned around and took Cappadocia into the airport and boarded the plane back home.

Zhou Miaoyin curled the corners of her mouth, sneered, put on her big sunglasses again, and followed her into the airport.

She is going back to China too!
Chapter completed!