reborn son

Chapter 1235 Revenge
Li Dongyang successfully found out the city lord's mansion and joined Shitou and quietly returned to the inn.

Back in the inn, Li Dongyang lay on the bed and laughed three times. The laughing stone was full of curiosity and asked what good things happened.

Then Li Dongyang told what he saw, and Shitou was also happy. He didn't expect the city lord's mansion to be so chaotic, and he actually had an affair in the city lord's bedroom. This taste is a bit heavy.

In other words, how much that person hated the city lord. After the city lord died of his son, he cheated on him in his bedroom.

Shi Shi's question also reminded Li Dongyang that he felt a little regretful when he slapped his head, and he should have stepped forward to ask a question at that time.

As soon as this remark comes out, the petite heart of the stone, hurry up to persuade and comfort, we are here to stir up the autumn wind, not a curious baby asking something.

It was dawn, and the city lord's face was ashen. This night, the city lord was very tired, and he was bombarded by his tribe. He really took a fatigue battle, trying to make the city lord oblivious to their conditions.

Is it just that the city lord is so stupid?Besides, the strength of the city lord is not scumbag. This strategy is still tiring and does not confuse the city lord, but he is more energetic.

At the same time, the city lord also has complaints about his own clansmen. Why can't we wait until his son's burial to talk about something, why must we talk about it now.

"Clan elder, your conditions are too harsh." The city lord clenched his fists and roared.

"What's so harsh, your son is dead, I will adopt my great-grandson to you, is it too much to make him the young city lord?"

The clan elder stared, feeling that he had suffered a great loss. He had already made a lot of concessions. His original intention was to directly inherit the position of the young city lord, and he didn't want to adopt anything at all.

It's just that there is too much competition, so let's give it some sweetness.

"The position of the Young City Lord is impossible." The City Lord was angry, and he appointed the Young City Lord as soon as his son died. This was to force him to death.

"Why is it impossible?" The clan elder was angry.

Seeing that there was going to be another round of quarrels, at this critical moment, the maid from the mansion rushed over and whispered something into the butler's ear, and the butler's face changed drastically.

"What happened?" The city lord suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at the big maid in his room.

"Return to the city lord, your yard was stolen, and someone wrote a poem." The steward stepped forward and replied.

"What?" The city lord only felt that his anger was going straight to Tianling Gai, that someone dared to steal it from him!
Without further ado, he raised his legs and ran towards his own yard. Several elders of the city lord exchanged glances and raised their legs to follow.

The city lord soon came to his yard, went into the house and saw that none of the few treasures in the hall were left, then rushed into the bedroom to look again, the same was true of the good things in the bedroom.

On the wall of the bedroom, next to the mechanism, there is a poem:

The son died and the roots were cut off. All the clansmen are united.There is a lot of trouble above the mourning hall, and the groom is in the bedroom.Don't ask who is picking the flowers, don't cry and be happy as a father.

Thousands of miles of good field seedlings are sent, and the city lord wears a green hat on his head.

The level of this poem is really not very good, but the matter is explained clearly, and Li Dongyang's poetry is only at this level, as long as he can understand it.

The city lord saw the bruises on the face behind him in turn, looked at the layout of the bedroom, sniffed and smelled it.

Although it has been a long time, the monk's nose is so good that the city lord can smell the aftermath of love, and the flames really broke through the sky.

"Who is it!" The city lord's eyes were instantly filled with blood, as if possessed by a demon.

The few clansmen who came after that silenced their voices one after another. At this time, it is better not to provoke the city lord.

Looking at the inscription on the wall, the clansmen looked at each other in blank dismay, and felt that there was someone who was more excessive than them, actually giving the city lord a green hat on this day.

If the sowing is successful, the city lord will not be happy to be a father. Fortunately, the man's brain is full of water, and he left a poem to prove it.

"Who the hell?" The city lord's voice was full of hatred, and the murderous aura could no longer be suppressed.

After hearing the news, the city lord's wife and the city lord's concubines all changed their faces, looking at each other, wondering who did such a shameless thing.

Of course, the wife of the city lord can definitely pick it out, who made the dead man her son, how careless she is to have an affair.

The city lord's wife watched the city lord's concubines with a livid face. These women were all here to cause trouble for her. It's best to kill them all at once to avoid being upset.

"No one admits it?" The city lord glanced coldly for a week, and said bitterly: "Very good, all of them will be buried with sticks!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the concubines turned pale, and they all pleaded for mercy, each of them proved their innocence, they were very wronged.

On the contrary, the wife of the city lord was a little bit happy, but when she thought of her son, she was so happy. If she could choose, she wanted to choose her son.

Seeing that each of them could not survive, finally someone's desire for survival gained the upper hand and climbed out to identify them.

"Master, it's her, it's Aunt Eighteen having an affair with his wild man, it's her."

"Eighteen aunt?" The city lord's eyes fell on a young and beautiful woman. The woman didn't look too old, she only looked eighteen or nineteen, and she was very delicate.

Big eyes, curved brows and small dimples, pure and sweet, very much favored by the city lord, this girl was snatched by him, the daughter of a poor family.

The city owner asked himself that he had never treated the other party badly. In order to win the other party's favor, he gave gold, silver, and pills. As long as the eighteenth aunt asked, she would give her whatever she wanted. Why did she treat herself like this?

His eyes were red, and his heart felt like someone had stabbed him with a knife. The city lord really couldn't figure it out. He had treated many people badly, but the only one who hadn't been badly treated was this woman.

"Why?" the city lord roared.

"No reason, I'm happy." After Eighteenth Aunt was identified, she was calm and calm, with a smile on her face, which was a happy smile after revenge.

She pointed at the city lord and said with a smile: "You know? My happiest thing is to see your dead son.

The greatest revenge I have ever done is to have sex with the man I love the most in your room when you are on wake, that taste is delicious, and I will never forget it in my life. "

"Crazy! You are crazy!" The city lord couldn't believe his ears, how much this woman hated him to do such a ridiculous thing.

"No, I'm not crazy, I'm sober, I know my strength is weak, I can't take revenge on you, and I can't take revenge on your wife, it's all right now, God help me to take revenge on you, that's great!

do you know?I burned the high incense all night, not for your son, but for that hero, I thank him, I thank him for taking revenge for me, I sincerely thank him. "

Eighteenth Aunt roared like she was venting, her face was full of madness after revenge, every word came from her heart, seeing the city lord cut off his sons and grandchildren, is there any better news in this world than this!

"Damn you, damn you!"

The city owner's wife was so angry that she rushed up and wanted to beat Aunt Shiba, but she didn't expect that the other party was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

(End of this chapter)