"Stop arguing!" Murong Postal snorted coldly from the main seat. Looking at the two noisy sons in front of him, Murong Postal Department disappointedly ordered the boy kneeling on the ground: "Go outside and welcome Murong Feixue in."
"Yes." After hearing this, the boy seemed to fly away.
Murong Shentong looked at Murong Postal anxiously: "Dad!"
Murong Postal looked at Murong Shentong, slowly stood up from his seat, walked to Murong Shentong, raised his hand and slapped Murong Shentong on the ear: "Trash."
Murong Feixue walked to the hall, and when she saw Murong Zhizi, she didn't even show respect to her granddaughter. She asked people to place the bodies of Murong Tietong and Jin in the hall, and said to Murong Zhizi: "My father is from the Murong family.
I want him to enter the Murong family's ancestral grave."
Murong Postal looked at Murong Feixue with a complicated expression: "Do you think I will agree if you tie up Xiangxiang and come to the door?"
Murong Feixue sneered: "Murong Xiangxiang is my enemy who killed her father and mother. I can't let her go."
"Then why did you come here with Xiangxiang tied up?"
Murong Feixue looked at Murong Xiangxiang, as if looking at a dead person: "I will take Murong Xiangxiang's life in front of my parents on the day they enter their ancestral graves."
"Murong Feixue, you bitch!" When Mrs. Wang heard that Murong Feixue was going to use Murong Xiangxiang's blood to sacrifice Murong Shentong and the Jin family, she took a knife from an unknown place and rushed towards Murong Feixue with bared teeth and claws, wanting to give Murong Feixue a blow.
nice!
When Murong Feixue was just a slap away from her, she condensed a ghost fire from her fingertips and threw it at Wang. The fire that Murong Feixue condensed was not red but pure white! That was thousands of
Degrees of heat!
Mrs. Wang watched helplessly as that inconspicuous spark touched her body and burned her to the point of leaving no trace of her body!
"Mother!" "Madam!" The weak Murong Xiangxiang and Murong Zhong, who had been watching from the side, shouted to Wang madly with their eyes cracked, venting the fear in their hearts.
Murong Feixue clapped her hands and wiped the Wang family's ashes clean, and said coldly to Murong Zhizi: "Dad has always wanted to do something to help the Murong family, but he can only watch the Murong family decline. Now I will help you continue the Murong family."
, you pass on the position of head of the family to me."
These words touched the pain points of everyone present. Murong Xiangxiang, Murong Zhongtong and the deceased Wang all regarded Murong Xiangxiang, the little genius of the Murong family, as their hope of glorifying the Murong family in the future. Murong Feixue can say this
He directly rejected Murong Xiangxiang’s past.
Murong Shentong has always regarded the position of the head of the family as his own. If Murong Post agrees, where will Murong Shentong be?
Except for Murong Feixue who didn't care, the others all looked at Murong Postal, hoping that he would say a word to deny this!
Murong Zhibo looked deeply at Murong Feixue, the emotions in his eyes were very complicated. In the end, Murong Zhibo shook his head: "Irrespective of whether you are a woman, the only thing is that you are the daughter of the fourth family, so there is no way I can treat the head of the family
pass it to you."
Murong Feixue was very curious about this sentence. She had been thinking that even if Murong Tietong was incompetent, he was still the son of Murong Zhi Tong. There were many aristocratic families whose sons and daughters all grew up to become dragons and phoenixes, and they still had no worries about food and clothing.
Enjoying the glory and wealth and being a dandy? Why did Murong Tietong end up in this miserable state?
The other members of the Murong family were idiots. Murong Feixue looked straight at Murong Postal: "I want to know the reason." Murong Tietong must also want to know why the Murong family, for which he worked hard and dedicated, could never accept him.