Ode to the Dragon

Who lost the great son of Chu twenty years ago? He's still alive!

Moreover, he has been appointed as a general and one of the top three leaders of the PLA!

Yang Jingyu suddenly felt that the sky was whirling, "if so, I'm afraid the sky of Donghua will change."

Prince Hua, the capital of the emperor, Prince Chu of Yanjing, and the eight kings of Donghua, who have been designated as the kings, have managed to form a stable situation of tripartite confrontation. They are afraid that they will face a reshuffle -

Yang Jingyu has a premonition that there will be a big earthquake soon!

"This news is really hot."

Yang Jingyu set off waves in his heart, but on the surface, he was still calm and self-contained. He bowed respectfully to Chu Feng to mourn the dead.

"Wu -"

while Chu Feng was weeding his mother's tombstone, suddenly, a Mercedes Benz directly drove into the mausoleum area, stirring up a cloud of dust and mud.

A pair of young men and women came out of the car. They were expensive and arrogant, followed by several bodyguards in black. At first sight, they were either rich or expensive.

"This is the place you're looking for?" The young woman frowned and waved in disgust, full of lofty posture.

"Miss Lu, don't look down on this place. It's a geomantic treasure cave that I found for three million dollars by a master specially invited from Hong Kong and Taiwan."

With a flattering face, the young man said with pride, "if you lie here and rest in peace after a hundred years, you will surely bless your children and ascend to bliss as early as possible."

"I've done it all. As long as the eighth master nods, I'll let all these people move their graves and start construction immediately to build a luxurious palace tomb for the eighth master. It's absolutely not inferior to those royal nobles. How about that?"

Yang Jingyu on one side frowned when he heard that they wanted to build a palace and a tomb. They really regarded themselves as princes and nobles.

Yun MuQing is also wrinkled. She has long heard that some powerful families in Yanjing still keep the habit of feudal times. When she is alive, she chooses the graveyard and builds the tomb to protect the future generations.

It's the first time she's seen it.

It seems that everything has nothing to do with his mother's sacrifice.

She swept around like a queen and nodded.

Then, she suddenly found that Chu Feng and others who were still worshiping, sneered: "Hu Jie, is that what you said? The construction will start tomorrow. Why are there still people worshiping today? "

Young man a Leng, immediately angry face, cold voice way: "here is a desolate tomb, more than ten years no one tube, how suddenly someone worship?"

He scolded a bad luck, immediately promised: "Miss Lu, don't worry, give it to me, I'll take care of it."

Lu Wen impatiently picked up the phone, coldly said: "ten minutes, my patience is limited."

"Yes, yes."

Hu Jie nodded, but turned to Chu Feng and others, but he was proud and disdainful.

"Are your relatives buried in this tomb? No matter who it is, you are limited to move the grave today, and move away immediately. Don't delay Laozi's important affairs! "

"Otherwise, I will be delayed to start work tomorrow. Don't blame me for digging the coffin and exposing the corpse for you, so that there is no bones left and there is no peace."

"Pa -"

after that, he threw a chequebook directly and pointed with a haughty face, "how much do you want, fill it out by yourself."