The twelfth lunar month, the day of heavy snow.

This year's winter snow is particularly punctual, with heavy snow scattering on the hillsides in the suburbs.

It is not as if willow catkins are rising by the wind.

The difference in sprinkling salt in the wind can be imagined.

It just fell in front of the grave, but it seemed particularly desolate.

Kneel! Kneel! A guard of honor slowly walked up from the bottom of the mountain.

The dark green clothes were fully armed, with neat guns, and everyone was full of energy, but everyone's face was extremely solemn.

The daisies worn on the chest tell the whole story.

Today, it is not to slap soldiers on the battlefield, but to pay tribute.

The guard of honor parted, and a tall young man wearing a cloak took off his military cap and walked up slowly, holding a bouquet of flowers mixed with lilies in his hand.

"Mom, I'm here!"

Bang! This kneeling is heavier than Wanjun.

This kneeling changed drastically... Jiang Beichen's eyes turned red.

Once upon a time, he fantasized about his mother's face countless times in his dream.

Once upon a time, he had fantasized about family reunion countless times.

But now, after all, the dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the soil, and the mother and son recognize each other in front of the grave.

Mother, when I met you, I was still in my infancy, and I had no marks. There was nothing between us.

Jiang Beichen was even more swallowed in the wind, and the tiger's body trembled constantly.

Twenty-three seals of Wolf Juxu, a generation of war god Jiang Beichen, also has helpless and painful times.

"The hateful thing is the Zhang family!"

"Zhang Zongsheng, that old fox, he is your father after all, and I can't kill him!"

Jiang Beichen held the snow, feeling guilty.

Some things can be eradicated, but some things cannot.

After all, it is my mother's family and we cannot eliminate all evil.

"But the Ma family!"

Jiang Beichen suddenly raised his head and took a deep breath, "Mother, I have found out that Ma Wenxiong, the head of the Ma family, is the mastermind behind the murder of his father. In their Ma family, I must make him have blood debts!"

Vows float with the wind.

Zhao Qun clenched his fists very hard not far away.

His military service, from beginning to end, was burdened with deep blood hatred.

The country wants to avenge family, and the family’s grudges must be avenged.

Otherwise, those powerful people would really think they were lawless and enjoy the peaceful and prosperous era that they had been crushed to pieces by the army! "Bring people up to me!"

Jiang Beichen shouted loudly.

Ai! Several shadow guards immediately escorted Zhang Yin, Zhou Yunyun and Lu Meng up.

The three of them knelt on the ground, trembling.

It's over! It's all over! The young master of the Sword Pavilion is dead, and their last support is gone.

Now that the wall is standing in Qianren, facing the angry eyes of Young Marshal Jiang, there is only one way to die.

"Please don't kill me! I'm willing to give you any money!"

"Our Lu family has money and gold, silver and treasures!"

Zhang Yin and Lu Meng took turns to knock their heads to the ground.

When death comes to an end, there is no sign of the lord of the wealthy clan.

All the powerful people who are rich and well-off, enjoying the most top wealth in the world, how can they face the judgment of death calmly?

"money?"

Jiang Beichen couldn't help but feel funny.

"Just a month ago, I burned 100 million US dollars here!"

"No, the ashes are still there!"

The neat combat boots were pulled in the dust, and their faces were extremely joking.

"For me, money is just a number!"

Jiang Beichen couldn't help but sigh.

"When you don't have money, money can solve everything!"

"But when you have money, you realize that things that money can solve are not that important!"

"Some things in this world are far more important than money!"

Jiang Beichen said in a deep voice.

Zhou Yunyun said hurriedly again.

"Is there someone else who hurt my mother?"

Jiang Beichen raised his eyebrows.

"Isn't it because you three of you conspired to frame my mother for crimes and take the opportunity to plunder Sichen's assets?"

"The evidence is conclusive, do you still want to argue?"

Jiang Beichen spoke in a cold voice.

I think Zhou Yunyun is just playing tricks this time.

"This is true!"

Zhang Yin sighed.

"Although Zhang Qiuhua is our competitor, she is the eldest lady of the Zhang family after all. If we had not, how dare we take action!"

"This is actually a greater force to teach us how to do this!"

At this time, Zhang Yin finally said it.

In fact, it would be useless to say this or not. He knew that Jiang Beichen would never let him go.

But Jiang Beichen actually went back on his word and didn't even want to let go of his child, so he could only expose the news in order to exchange for the life of the child in his belly.

"Big bigger power?"

Jiang Beichen took a deep breath.

He had doubts before, but he didn't go into it in depth. At this moment, Zhang Yin and Zhou Yunyun took turns to speak, but he believed it a little.

"You are talking about the Ma family, are you?"

Jiang Beichen couldn't help frowning, and said with a flashing look on his face.

"Do you know the Ma family?"

Zhou Yunyun looked shocked, but then shook her head again.

"Actually, the commander is not the Ma family!"

"But a woman!"

"This woman, she is your mother's rival!"

"Because Ma Wenxiong liked your mother back then, he rejected a celebrity, who was the one who held a grudge against your mother, so he planned all this behind his back!"

"And, she helped contact the drug lord in Mexico!"

Zhou Yunyun was making a lot of news.
Chapter completed!