The torso of the awl is white and shiny, with simple patterns, but the tip is like a little starlight, making people feel cold!!

It's so small!

"This is a piece of divine iron that was smelted from the forging of the Soul-Snatching Sword, called the Hanyue Thorn. I can bear the pain of giving up my love and sell it to you."

Xiao Lingzi said, her eyes brighter, and that kind of light was greed for money.

Of course Lu Jian saw it and swallowed dryly: "How much does this cold moon thorn cost?"

"The property of the entire Lu family!"

Xiao Lingzi stretched out a finger.

This finger is straighter and whiter than onion, but in Lu Jian's eyes, it is so ugly.

"Do you treat me as a sucker? The property of the Lu family is an astronomical number. Even if the God of Wealth comes, I am afraid that it will not be able to take it out for a while."

Lu Jian was startled, raised his eyebrows, shook his head slowly and said, "Are you too greedy? Is this thing worth this price?"

"This kind of thing is hard to come by, but you don't want it. You really don't have any vision."

Xiao Lingzi shook her head, showing a look of regret.

"Who said I don't want it? I bought it!" Lu Jian suddenly waved his hand.

The magic weapon outside the sky is very useful to him.

Although the world has demonic energy, the demonic energy on the monsters is undoubtedly stronger, so that they can be absorbed by martial arts books and turned into source power.

"Okay! Happy!" Xiao Lingzi said.

"But...!" Lu Jian suddenly cut the cut.

"You said, it's nothing." Xiao Lingzi continued.

"A third of the property you took me home was included in it!"

Lu Jian spoke quickly and vigorously.

"Um?"

Xiao Lingzi frowned, and after thinking about it, he finally agreed: "Okay, but I want you to hand over the money to me as soon as possible. It cannot exceed half a month at the latest!"

"Yes!" Lu Jian smiled bitterly.

"Hanyue Thorn is given to you first!"

Xiao Lingzi smiled proudly and stabbed Han Yue to Lu Jian.

After a long time, she asked curiously again: "Is it too much for you to do this?"

"Just everything outside of your body, you will come again after all the money is gone..."

Lu Jian felt even more bitter.

I can only comfort myself if I say this.

"I think you'd better manage all your restaurants. Maybe in ten years, you'll have money to buy them!"

Xiao Lingzi kindly gave Lu Jian a suggestion.

"Ten years are too long."

Lu Jian shook his head and sighed softly.

Turning his head, he looked at Pan An, the man who fascinated his wife was now tragically dead.

"Do you go and see your wife?"

Xiao Lingzi suddenly said.

"Of course I want to see her."

Lu Jian frowned and looked at the woman, his eyes couldn't help but feel heavy.

Li Yueling had been awakened by the cold, his face was as if he had lost his parents, his eyes were dull and he was sitting on the ground, looking at the tragic corpse.

Lu Jian's eyes finally narrowed and he picked up the sword on the ground, Pan An's sword.

This sword is very gorgeous, but it is already cold.

Lu Jian held the sword and walked up.

"You're here!"

Li Yueling raised his head, couldn't help but tremble all over, and said with a forced smile.

Scream!

The sword flew out, and the blood reflected the sword light, bursting out beautiful colors!

Quick! Accurate!

Even more unexpected!!

She was indeed very surprised!

But everything is irreversible.

The sword slashed Li Yueling's neck and cut off her head.

Ruthless sword, lover.

"You killed her!"

"I killed her!"

"She is your wife after all!"

"She was just my wife in the past, and this was the best ending."

Xiao Lingzi was stunned when she heard this, and could not imagine it.

At this time, there were shouts outside, and a group of people raised their torches and came one after another.

Xiao Lingzi saw it, her figure shot out, and a black cloak flew out of the small yard and disappeared from the spot.

"Brother of the previous generation, this adulterer is dead. Are you satisfied..."

Lu Jian looked at the scene and murmured to himself.

Suddenly, he felt that the emotions from his predecessor disappeared most of the time.

"The revenge of your parents is coming soon!"

Turning his head, Lu Jian looked at the servants, servants, and guards who were coming from outside.

"Young Master, are you okay?"

Uncle Fu came first, bowed to Lu Jian, and asked hurriedly.

His eyes looked at the dead man again, and he swept his eyes one by one, and finally looked at Pan An and Li Yueling's heads, and his eyes suddenly changed.

"This, this..." He could hardly speak.

"Send a few people to clean up! Also, sew Pan An's head on me, and Li Yueling's ones, put them together! Send them to Pan's mansion!"

"Young Master, this, this..."

Uncle Fu's face suddenly changed.

"Do as I said!"

Lu Jian's face remained unchanged, his figure flew out, but his faint words echoed in place.

The snowflakes are flying, but the world is becoming more and more chaotic, cold and blew!

Three days later!

At noon, light snow was flying.

Two hundred-year-old locust trees stand tall in the world, tall and majestic, like two giants, with four branches stretching out like four pairs of giant hands, dragging up the solemn house in their hands.

In the house, at the top are rows of spiritual seats. Looking closely, there are about fifty pieces.

Under the spiritual throne, there is a long table, a black box and three incense burners on the table.

In the furnace, three high fragrances burn quietly, smoky and mist.

A group of people in the hall were confused by the smoke.

It is not difficult to see that this is a ancestral hall.

Pan Yufeng, the head of the Pan family, stood in front of the hall, clenched his fists, and his temples were trembling because of anger.

Although there were many people in front of the hall, no one dared to speak out.

Everyone can see that, and know that Pan Yufei is in a very bad mood now.

At this time, if there is any mistake, it is undoubtedly just a joke about your life.

Of course, there are two human heads in that box, and one is naturally Pan An.

Pan Yufei had learned from his subordinates that the death of his child.
To be continued...