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Chapter 118 I'm here!(2/2)

With such a man, can my son learn well?

"My son, my son..."

Zhao Hongxuan stroked the coffin, and a trace of sadness appeared on his face.

call!

The old woman stood up, her pale face and eyes were resentful: "Zhao Hongxuan, it's all your idea, you killed Du'er!"

"Du'er..."

Zhao Hongxuan sighed softly, looking extremely sad:

"It's all my father's fault, it's all my father's fault..."

He never dreamed that he deliberately pretended to die in order to deceive the person who had deceived Liushenmen, and would actually let his son die tragically in the south of the city.

"Zhao Hongxuan, my son is dead, my son is dead!"

The old woman's voice was chilling and her body was shaking:

"You have two sons, I only have this one son, I only have this one son!"

Zhao Hongxuan turned around, and evil spirit appeared on his face:

"Du'er is also my son. Do you think I want him to die?!"

"Hahaha! Who knows if you deliberately wanted to kill my son to let that little bitch's son inherit the family business!"

The old woman cried like a nighthawk howled:

"The person from the Six Gates said that the one who killed Du'er was Kong San, and the one you cooperated with Kong San!"

"Zhao Hongxuan and Kong San cooperate? Yes... Kong San is quick and accurate, without any clues left. It turns out that it was because someone betrayed the information to him..."

An Qisheng's eyes moved, and then he suddenly realized in his heart.

Jishen Sect is located tens of thousands of miles away from the east. Kong San, who has lived in Jishen Sect since childhood, could not know that there are any masters near Nanliang County tens of thousands of miles away.

Even if you want to inquire, you will inevitably leave traces.

But in the past few months, the Six Gates have not found Kong San's shadow. It turned out that there was an insider providing information.

"Shut up!"

Zhao Hongxuan's expression changed rapidly, flashed and slapped the old woman to the ground:

"If you dare to talk nonsense, I will kill you with one palm!"

"puff!"

The old woman vomited blood in her mouth, half of her face swollen, but her eyes became more and more resentful:

"You have no conscience in your name, even kill your own son, and you will not die well!"

"Get out! You crazy woman!"

Zhao Hongxuan kicked the old woman over to the ground with a very gloomy face:

"Do you think it was me who contacted Kong San to kill his son? Are you crazy or am I crazy?!"

"Hahaha."

The old woman smiled terrified: "Zhao Hongxuan, you are guilty, you are guilty. You didn't send Kong San to kill Du'er. In this Nanliang City, including you, who can kill my son?

The person from the Six Gate? Or the old mao who is about to die in Wang Quan?"

Zhao Hongxuan's face turned pale. If it weren't for his son's mourning hall, he would have almost killed the crazy woman with one palm.

At the same time, he was also a little panicked.

He knew very well that no one in Nanliang County, along with several other counties, could kill Zhao Qiandu.

But if Kong San fired his hand...

"No! Impossible! The one who killed Du'er would definitely not be Kong San! Kong San has big things to do now, it is impossible to go out, it is even more impossible to kill people, and it is even more impossible to kill my son!"

Zhao Hongxuan's chest was undulating, and murderous intent appeared on his face:

"That old guy is lying, yes! It must be that old guy Wang Quan is lying! When I go and catch the old guy, I will bury him with my son!"

Bang!

Suddenly, the door opened and the night wind blew in, and the incense ash was blowing and the incense was flying all over the sky.

"who?"

Zhao Hongxuan's expression changed.

"You don't need to go..."

Under the red moonlight, An Qisheng's shadow pulled the old edge:
Chapter completed!
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