Hearing the sound of the plane, several people looked up and looked up. The people around were more and more alert, but they seemed to have known their arrival for a long time.

When the plane gradually stopped on the ground, Su Mohan jumped down from the cabin door and came across a foreign man with white skin and long yellow hair. He enthusiastically stepped forward and extended his hand to Su Mohan: "the third young master is finally here. If you wait any longer, your patience will not be much."

Su Mo Han sneered, did not shake hands with him, but turned straight to a two-story villa in the middle.

The island is planted with large plantain, reflecting the blue sea water, soft sand, plenty of sunshine. If there are some beautiful women in bikini, it will be a good place for vacation.

However, the strong smell of gunpowder filled the air, a strong man let the atmosphere here inexplicably depressed.

When they came to the door, several men searched their bodies and took all the weapons on Su Mohan and black eagle, and then they were finally allowed to enter.

The living room on the first floor is very large, and there are many pictures on the wall. Many people have already sat on the eight immortals chair and sofa in the living room, which seems to be full of excitement.

In the middle of the eight immortals chair sat a man with silver gray hair. His hair was a little messy. He was wearing a beige hemp tunic, and there was a gold dragon embroidered on his chest. The man held a string of very long Buddha beads in his hand, turning his eyes once and again with his eyes closed.

Su Mohan stands in the same place and looks at the man on the couch, that is, his physical father Tang Jinlong.

"Here it is Sit down. "

Xu is to hear his footsteps, the man light mouth, but there is a kind of people can not say suffocation.

Su Mo Han got up and went to the side of the empty sofa to sit down, black eagle is standing behind him.

Just sat down, the man on the reclining chair said again: "how do not call people."

Then a tough man standing behind the man's reclining chair turned his head and looked at Su Mohan, and said, "third brother, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Su Mo Han drooped her eyes and said, "thank you for your care."

"The third brother's life today can be said to be smooth sailing, it is almost to forget my big brother." Sitting on the opposite side of Su Mo Han, a man who is a little feminine opens his mouth slowly, with a touch of fun in his look.

"Not as comfortable as big brother." Su Mo cold light mouth.

After saying this, the man on the reclining chair finally stopped turning the fingers of the Buddha beads. Some turbid eyes scanned several people one by one, and chuckled: "we are afraid that our father and son have not seen each other for many years. I think you will not mind if I ask you to come here in this way."

Su Mo Han and Yin Shaolong both drooped their eyes and did not speak. Do you mind? How could you not mind?

But none of them thought that he was really not dead!

You know, it has been five years since he was "killed" last time. Compared with the past, he has never appeared for such a long time. This even makes them believe that he is really dead.

But what about five years?

He still came back

None of the three said anything, but Tang Jinlong chuckled and said, "this is your aunt man, call people."

Su Mo Han raised his eyes to Tang Jin Long's side, a woman who looked thirty or forty years old. She was well maintained and wore a black suit.