Su Xiaobai touched the wet marks at the corner of his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I know best that Brother Liuzi, what is this little storm? Even the mountains and thunders cannot crush him. This little thing is not a matter! We are here to guard him, and he will definitely not have any trouble!"

Qin Mo Nong took a deep breath, and she gritted her gold teeth, as if she had plucked up great courage. She came outside the door and shouted to the door: "Chen Liuhe! The little sister left without saying goodbye, she must have her own difficulties! She must not want you to feel so heartbroken!"

"What you have to do now is not to be immersed in grief! You have to carry more things! Your road is still long, even if you grit your teeth, you have to go on! You can't just fall down!" Qin Mo Nong shouted loudly.

However, no voice responded to him, and the room was quiet, only empty darkness came out...

In the bedroom, the light was very dark. Chen Liuhe knelt decadently in front of Mr. Shen's spiritual card, and he was still holding the letters left by Shen Qingwu in his hand.

His face was filled with unconcealed sad and smirks. In just one morning, he was already unshaven and his hair was scratched in a mess, and his appearance was very desolate.

"Old man, do you think I'm useless?" Chen Liuhe lit two cigarettes, smoked one by himself, and inserted the other into the incense burner in front of the spirit card.

"I know if you don't say it. I'm embarrassing you this time. Not only is it useless, I'm still a waste!"

Chen Liuhe said miserably: "I seem to be glorious, and I am moving all over the world and fearing everyone, but in the end, I can't even protect my little sister. Hehe, do you think, isn't my life too failed?"

As he was talking, Chen Liuhe shook his hand and slapped an extremely loud slap in the face, causing blood to flow from the corners of his mouth.

"It's your old man who was foresighted at the beginning and refused to let my surname be Shen, otherwise he would have lost all the face of the old Shen family." Chen Liuhe smashed his lips and tasted the fishy smell of blood.

As he spoke, Chen Liuhe's red eyes couldn't help but become wet again. He said, "Old man, do you think, do you deserve to die for those bastards in the capital? Do you deserve to die for him?"

"I don't want to bear the infamy and dare not kill the old Shen family. I'm just playing such a despicable trick now!"

Chen Liuhe took a deep breath: "I know that letting Qingwu return to Beijing is a temporary measure. If we take a step back, they dare not go any further! If we want to do something wrong, it will make no sense!"

"But, this is equivalent to a slap in the face! Why should Qingwu be the hostage? How can I swallow this tone?"

Chen Liuhe said the grief and anger, the murderous intentions turned into a river, and his voice revealed a sense of self-blame even more!

In this world, no one has ever seen the Emperor cry, but today, he cried. His eyes were swaying, desperately enduring his wailing sound.

"Old man, to be honest, I won't be ignorant of you at all. I don't care about anything. I'll just use a sword! I went north like this, I met the god and the god and the Buddha and the Buddha!"

Chen Liuhe took a deep breath and said, "But this is true. Are you still lying down on the ground? The entire Shen family will become a sinner, and you will also become a sinner! Your strong and strong bones will be scolded. You will no longer be famous for the ages, and you will fall to the point of being infamous for thousands of years! I know that you, who cherish your reputation as gold, will definitely not be able to withstand this kind of curse!"

"I no longer live for myself. I live for you and for the Shen family! But, old man, I am really tired!" Chen Liuhe was exhausted.

"I can't kill you, but I can't save you, but I can't save you. What do you want me to do? Do you know how painful my heart is? Qingwu took away my soul. I live so cowardly that I can't even protect Qingwu!"

Chen Liuhe wiped the corners of his eyes and took a deep breath of cigarettes, allowing the smell of nicotine to permeate his heart. He said, "After all, I am too useless! I try my best to do my best, but it is still not good enough! I can make them feel scared, but I can't really compete with them. Otherwise, who dares to keep Qingwu?"

"Old man, tell me what should I do? I have murderous intent in my chest!" Chen Liuhe's eyes were like the Nine Netherworlds, cold and ruthless, with murderous intent everywhere!

"Why...you just let me be willful and let me go north to kill people, okay?" Chen Liuhe murmured.

"I know, you will definitely scold me for being overestimated. If you go north like this, you will definitely die without life, but I can kill many people, really! I am willing to use my life to bury them with you!"

Chen Liuhe said: "At worst, I can prepare a hundred coffins, leaving them with one mouthful, and ninety-nine mouthfuls!"

Chen Liuhe sat in front of Mr. Shen’s spirit card, chatting and chatting. He didn’t bother with it for the whole afternoon and talked endlessly.

When I said I was tired, I lit two cigarettes, one old and one young, one yin and one yang, one human and one ghost!

But no matter how much Chen Liuhe talks, he is destined and will not receive any response!

And the words he said were only Mr. Shen in the whole world!

Before he knew it, the sky outside the window had already darkened, and Chen Liuhe also let out a heavy sigh that made his heart almost stop.

The room was filled with smoke, cigarette butts on the ground, a spiritual card, and a man who was extremely decadent.

This is the portrayal of this moment, the portrayal of the room that is enough to make anyone feel sad and moved!

Suddenly, a harsh phone ringtone broke the deadly quiet atmosphere.

Chen Liuhe was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the phone in his pocket was ringing.

He took out his cell phone weakly and looked at the number entered from the capital on the screen. His dead eyes suddenly condensed, his splendor flashing, and his murderous intent soared into the sky!

The phone was connected, but Chen Liuhe didn't speak, as dull and silent as stagnant water, and even the sound of breathing was blocked by him.

After a few seconds, an old voice came from the phone: "Xiao Liuzi, what's wrong? Do you don't want to say anything to me? Can such a blow make you unable to recover?"

Before Chen Liuhe could speak, Cang's voice said again: "If this is the case, it will really make many people worry and worry-free! Do you know that how many people just want to see you now in life that is worse than death?"

Chen Liuhe said hoarsely: "No matter whether I am alive or not as good as death, as long as I am still alive, I can use my sword and kill my enemies!"

"Is this what you want to do? You disappoint us too much!" The old man scolded in a deep voice: "If you can't even bear this blow! How can you talk about rising? How can you carry the Shen family's cauldron? Think about your grandfather!"
Chapter completed!