After walking for a while, her legs were sore. She wanted to find a bench to sit down. Suddenly, she heard a faint voice from the trees.

That deep and magnetic voice... Quite familiar. It sounds like Su lie's.

Mu Yan's ears stood up suddenly. Before he could figure out what was going on, his footsteps had turned in the past.

——"Don't look so surprised. I thought you guessed it long ago. After all, the old lady was so obvious that she almost said it. "

Sure enough, Su lie was talking. His voice line was very special, and his accent was different from that of Baicheng. It was Mandarin with correct pronunciation, which was even more standard than the announcer. Who is he talking to? Outside, Su lie won't talk much if it's not the words of acquaintances.

And... So mean?

——"I didn't expect..."

——"Unexpectedly, it's me?"

——"You, your last name is su. I should have thought of it. "

The other man was so excited that his voice changed. Mu Yan couldn't hear who the man was, but he was worried that he would have a heart attack at any time.

On the other side of the trees, the man's breathing voice was thicker than that of a cow.

——"Since you guessed, that's good. I think it's time for me to ask you for what you owe us! "

Su lie bit the word "owe" heavily. The bite sound was so heavy that he almost broke the word!

"Who is Su lie talking to?! Why does it sound like you hate that man so much? " Mu Yan's heart hung in his throat and couldn't help walking closer.

Perhaps Su lie was so excited that he didn't recognize Mu Yan's footsteps and spoke again: "I had planned to do it for a long time, but I was delayed by things... It's really good for me to see you here today!"

Deep hatred is intended to be dense in a calm tone, with a feeling of depression.

Su lie is such an introverted man. Who has such great ability to make him lose his manners?

Mu Yan was concerned and kind. He could no longer restrain his curiosity and summoned up the courage to sneak over there.

It didn't matter. She was so surprised that she almost wanted to step back. Knowing that Su lie's ear power was outstanding, she only dared to shake in place, cover her mouth and block a scream in her throat.

Su lie stood in front of an old tomb and confronted Qiao Ming.

The tombstone was small and very humble in a corner of the cemetery. Moss had grown on the tombstone, and the handwriting was very light and tiny. I couldn't see what was written clearly.

In front of the tombstone, there was a bunch of flowers. Mu Yan remembered that Su lie didn't bring flowers before he came. Then Qiao Ming must have brought the flowers.

It turned out that the person talking to Su lie was Qiao Ming?!

Tombstone, flowers, Su lie, Qiao Ming

These four nouns, how they are combined, are capitalized strangely.

Besides, Su lie's deep hatred

Qiao Ming looked at Su lie and seemed to have no feeling for his hatred. He gently said, "Su lie, I should have thought of it long ago. You look like... And your last name is su. You are indeed... The child of Mo Li. "

Su lie's thin lips closed tightly, and the eagle Falcon's eyes stared at Qiao Ming.

Every inch of his muscles and muscles are bulging. He will jump up in the next second, buckle Qiao Ming's throat and kill him

Last leave?

A terrible thought floated to Mu Yan's heart

Sure enough, Qiao Ming said aloud: "Su lie, you are my son!"

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