The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 505 Long memory

Before the mist, Jun Moli glanced at the rockery.

Since breaking through the third seal, her eyesight and hearing have become very sensitive.

As soon as Zhuo Ming appeared just now, she found him, but the most important thing now is to find out the secrets hidden by the current Patriarch of Zhuojiazhuang, and she has no time to pay attention to him.

Trapped in the mist by Jun Moli, the old man frowned and looked at the white surroundings.

He walked a few steps, but found that he couldn't get out, so he waved the sword in his hand indiscriminately: "Demon girl, if you have the ability, let the old man go out. What's the point of using such indecent tricks?"

Hearing the old man's voice coming from the mist, Jun Moli looked indifferent, and had no intention of responding to him at all.

"Where is this place? Why did the old man appear here?" In the mist, the old man paused for a moment, and suddenly asked in surprise, "Big...Brother?"

The old man's words came to Zhuo Hao's ears verbatim, his brows were slightly frowned, and he looked at Jun Moli puzzled.

He really wanted to know what happened to the Patriarch, but Jun Moli quietly looked ahead, without any intention of explaining.

At the rockery, Zhuo Ming stared at Zhuo Hao and Jun Moli with impatience.

"Zhuo Liu, what are they looking at? Why hasn't there been any movement for so long?"

"Don't worry, young master. The so-called enemy doesn't move and I don't move. Let's just wait quietly. I don't believe they can't beat their endurance."

Hearing this, Zhuo Ming turned around and glared at Zhuo Ming, feeling like he was being tricked.

But he has been squatting here for so long, and his feet are numb from waiting. If he gives up now, it will really be a waste of all previous efforts.

Thinking about it, Zhuo Ming clenched his fists slightly, looked back at the cloud of fog.

The fog is getting thicker, and the wind will not disperse.

The old man was surrounded by fog in the center, and his consciousness was gradually eroded.

"Brother, why did you appear here, aren't you already dead?"

His eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at the phantom that suddenly appeared in front of him. The old man took a step back in shock, but was tripped by something.

Looking down at the ground, I saw a woman lying there in pain.

Looking at the woman lying on the ground, the old man opened his mouth in surprise: "Nephew and wife?"

When the woman heard his words, she suddenly opened her eyes, causing the old man to drop the sword in his hand in fright.

The woman stretched out her hand and grabbed his ankle, looking at him with resentment in her eyes.

"Third Uncle, save me, save me and my child!"

"Third brother, my Jin'er, is it because of you that..."

Turning his head to look at the phantom behind him, the old man's eyes were quickly filled with red blood, he shook his head slightly, and murmured softly: "No, it wasn't me, I didn't kill it!"

"Third brother!"

"Uncle Three!"

Two voices came from two directions.

Long-term memories, like a master-level picture scroll, unfolded in my mind one by one.

The old man kept backing away, his eyes widened bigger than copper bells: "No, it was me, I did it, I killed you all!"
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18 years ago.

"Third brother, the Patriarch told me today that he wants to give up the position of Patriarch to me as soon as possible. What do you think I should do?"

"Brother, this is a good thing, you should be happy."

In the pavilion, two men in green and white clothes stood facing each other, and the face of the man in white was full of pain.

The man in Tsing Yi looked at him, the corners of his mouth were raised stiffly, and his eyes were full of jealousy.

(End of this chapter)