Chapter 71: Tomb of Yang Xueqing

"Be careful!" Fang Zhenguo and others cried out, looking worried.

boom!

Facing Erhu's punch, Xiao Yifeng waved his hand slightly, blocking the opponent's fist, and said, "Erhu continues to work hard to use all the strength in your body."

The two tigers drank a moment, muscles on their arms bulged, and a horrifying force burst out in madness, rushing to Xiao Yifeng's palm, but the latter remained motionless.

Immediately, Xiao Yifeng pushed slightly, and the second tiger's body kicked back.

"How come?" The eyes of Erhu and Dahu both showed a look of surprise.

"Boss, when did you become so powerful, but my fist has a lot of power, you have nothing at all?" Erhu looked at the two monks in confusion and looked at Xiao Yifeng in amazement.

"Yes, I haven't seen it in ten years. I didn't expect your boy to be so powerful, and it's not worse than the master of Mingming Peak." Xiao Yifeng's faint smile appeared.

"The peak of Ming Jin? What is that?" Er Hu looked at Xiao Yifeng with a stunned look.

"You will know when that happens." Xiao Yifeng didn't say much, looking at Da Hu said, "I haven't seen you for so many years, how are you guys doing now?"

Da Hu said, "Boss, I'm ashamed of you. Our two brothers haven't gone to school. They can't do anything except brute force, so we can only work on the construction site."

"It doesn't matter. Since I am back, I will not waste your strength. I will find a way to arrange a better job for you." Xiao Yifeng patted Da Hu's shoulder and said.

Fang Zhenguo said directly, "Okay, now that you and your two brothers are here, eat together at my house, and have a nice drink with your boss."

"Boss, can you drink?" Er Hu's eyes looked a little worried at Xiao Yifeng.

Xiao Yifeng laughed evilly: "You must give your kid a drink."

Then Xiao Yifeng and the two big tigers and two tigers ate lunch at Fang's house. Several people took a bottle of beer and dried it directly.

The big tigers and two tigers are indeed very drunk. Drinking beer is like drinking water. Even Xiao Yifeng was a bit shocked.

"Brother Zhenghua, your drinking volume is also good." Xiao Yifeng looked at Fang Zhenghua involuntarily and said.

"I'm a salesman, and I often accompany customers to drink, and the amount of alcohol is naturally trained." Fang Zhenghua smiled.

"By the way, Xiaofeng, you have a place to live now?" Fangmu suddenly said.

"Mom, Brother Xiao now ..."

Fang Siqi was about to say Xiao Yifeng's identity, but was prevented by the latter.

"Fang Yan, rest assured, I have found a place now, so you don't have to worry about it." Xiao Yifeng said while drinking.

After eating this meal for more than an hour, in the end, the three big tigers, two tigers and Fang Zhenghua were all knocked down by Xiao Yifeng, the latter seemed sober.

"Xiaofeng, you guys didn't expect to have not seen each other for so many years, so much alcohol." Fang Zhenguo looked at Xiao Yifeng with a smile.

"Uncle Fang, I want to take a look at my house." Xiao Yifeng said suddenly, his tone was a bit heavy.

Fang Zhenguo nodded suddenly.

There is a bungalow tens of meters away from Fang's house. The whole house looks extremely shabby and worn out. Xiao Yifeng's figure appears here. Looking at the house in front of him, his eyes are full of complexity and memories. Distressed.

Xiao Yifeng then went straight in. There was not much furniture in the whole room, which was very ordinary, but it was very neat.

Fang Zhenguo followed today, glanced around, and sighed: "Since your mother died suddenly and you disappeared, I and you will come here to clean up every so often, and I want to look forward to your return I didn't expect this hope to be ten years old, and you finally came back here. "

Xiao Yifeng stroked every inch in the room, full of memories and familiarity. This was once the place where he and his mother lived for a year, and it was the happiest year in his childhood, and here is his mother. Place of burial.

Thinking of the scene ten years ago, Xiao Yifeng couldn't help but surging with a terrible killer, and punched him on the wooden table next to him. The whole table was shattered immediately, which scared Fang Zhenguo.

At this time, Xiao Yifeng's face was grim, his eyes were shimmering with scarlet blood, and his terrible killing intention made him feel a sense of breathing stagnation.

Fang Zhenguo was oppressed by this killing, his face paled suddenly, his body was shaking, and his breathing was a little short.

"Little ... wind ..." Fang Zhenguo shuddered.

This voice made Xiao Yifeng wake up instantly, her eyes full of murderous intention and **** sorrow restored to clarity, her murderous intention converged, her eyes looked at Fang Zhenguo and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, Uncle Fang, I just ...

"It's okay, although I don't know what you have been through these years, you can live in peace, which is the greatest comfort to your mother, but who killed your mother at the time, and until now there is no clue, and the police also It can't be found at all. "Fang Zhenguo said heavily.

"Uncle Fang, where is my mother's body buried?" Xiao Yifeng said in a deep voice.

"At that time, my uncle and I wanted to find your mother a good place to bury, but at that time we had no money at hand, and we could only be buried in a graveyard that was thousands of meters away. I'll take you to see it. . "

Fang Zhenguo said, walking for thousands of meters with Xiao Yifeng, he came to a cemetery, all of which are surrounded by tombs ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ are places where some poor people in Tianhai City were buried after death.

Under the guidance of Fang Zhenguo, Xiao Yifeng came to a grave with a few simple characters carved on an ordinary stone: the tomb of Yang Xueqing.

Looking at this grave, Xiao Yifeng held his fist tightly, his body could not stop shaking, and his eyes showed a deep sadness and pain.

"Uncle Fang, go home first." Xiao Yifeng said in a low voice.

"Okay, stay with your mother." Fang Zhenguo sighed and turned away from here.

噗通!

Xiao Yifeng knelt directly in front of the tombstone, bowed his head and said, "Mother, I'm sorry, my son is late."

At this time, Xiao Yifeng exuded a feeling of helplessness, pain, and sadness, and even a few tears appeared in his eyes.

The palm of his hand was raised slightly, and he touched the humble tombstone. Xiao Yifeng's expression was full of sadness, and the memories in his mind were played back.

"Mother, I'm sorry, it's your son's incompetence. You didn't protect you before you let you be murdered."

Xiao Yifeng said in a low voice, and as his eyes condensed, a sharp and terrible killing burst out, and an intangible strong wind generated around him, and numerous dirt and sand particles were scattered.