The moonlight is still so charming and so beautiful.

Under the moonlight, the scarlet red dress became even more demonic, and the tassels that were dotted on the red dress were shining with silver light. He stood in front of Murong Hai's eyes, and a playful smile roamed around his mouth. He slowly said five words with his magnetic voice:

"You can't run away."

Murong Hai held the sword on his side tightly, with fear in his eyes, but he did not show too much on his face. The old face was covered with cold sweat at this moment, "I have only missed this thing in my life, that is, the slaughter of the fox world, but when will the revenge be repaid? Nineteen, when did I see you, you are still a child... I didn't expect that you have grown up now..."

"Ha, have you regretted it? Murong Hai..." Shijiu curled his lips and smiled, "Do you regret not killing me a thousand years ago?" His red eyes were like two balls of jumping flames.

His index finger drew a circle in the air, and the silver-lighted moon sickle appeared in the palm of nineteen, shining with a brilliant and dazzling light like the moonlight.

"..." Murong Hai didn't know how to answer, so he could only hold the hilt of the sword in his hand and look at Shijiu. Standing behind him was the eldest master of the Murong family. He looked at Shijiu without fear, his eyes were straightforward and indifferent.

"Do you know? Now I don't think your choice is wrong at all." Shijiu looked at the boy standing next to Bai Wangchuan and smiled even more.

When Murong Hai saw the child, he turned to Shijiu and cursed: "You beast! What do you want to do?! What do you want to do to my grandson?!"

Following the 19th gaze, Murong Lan's gaze was like a nail on the boy's face: "Xin'er..." His painful voice was filled with depression and sadness.

"...Dad..." The boy named Xin'er wanted to run to Murong Lan's side, but Bai Wangchuan stopped him.

"Mr. Murong Lan, you must have thought of letting your child survive in the entire Murong family, right?" Shijiu put his index finger on Xin's trembling shoulders sarcastically, "I will keep him, but he cannot replace you. He will become my most loyal subordinate."

"You! You beast, I admitted that it was me who slaughtered the fox world a thousand years ago! Is this your way to revenge me?! Take away the descendants of the Murong family and make him lose his dignity as the Murong family! Those who are loyal to you are better than to die!!" Murong Hai roared at Shijiu, but did not make Shijiu look surprised at all.

His eyes swept indifferently to Murong Hai, and his charming red robe was charming and stunning. His delicate eyebrows were exposed to the moonlight, "Murrong Hai, do you say, will you regret it if I adopted the Murong family?"

"Nineteenth!! Let him go! He is still a child! I beg you... let him go! Xin'er is innocent, he has no idea about the grievances of the Murong family in the fox world. If you do this, you are just continuing the hatred!" Murong Lan, who was standing aside, flashed a sad look on his face, and his eyes looked at Xin'er through Bai Wangchuan, with a naughty expression.

"Haha..." Xueqiong, who was standing aside, suddenly laughed. His smile reflected the black clothes, like poppy blooming in the night. Xueqiong looked at Murong Hai, "Do you know? My mother was defiled by you, the beast! Even if the lord let you go, I wouldn't give up! In the massacre a thousand years ago, have you ever thought about how the fox world would react? Have you ever thought about whether you have today? Death is just what you deserve."

"..." Suddenly, Murong Hai had nothing to say and looked ahead with a blind eye.

"Even if it is hatred, aren't we willing to continue it..." A faint sadness jumped on the narrow eyebrows and eyes, and sadness faintly appeared in his deep red eyes.

Why do we need to continue hatred? No one knows this answer.
Chapter completed!