Chapter 337

The huge meeting room was empty, and only the people inside the herdsman were there. Muziliang was wearing formal clothes and sitting in the front. An old man who had been assassinated many times in a day still had his own bearing, and there was no fear or panic in him.

There are people sitting on the sofa below. People from three rooms can gather here.

With different thoughts, most people were shocked to see Mu Xianfeng pushed in from the outside. Mu Huahong sat on one side, and his face was hard to see the extreme.

Mu Xiaxi stood there, looking at Mu Xianfeng in disbelief

It seems that I saw him in the cell.

The whole meeting room showed a strange sense of solemnity. There was a smell of freshener in the air, but even the breath was tense.

Lin Yi followed Mu Xianfeng and looked forward. There was a man sitting on the leather sofa on his left head. He was lazy. The black leather clothes with metal chains added a little evil to him, and his long legs straddled as if there was no place to put them.

He leaned forward with a mysterious arc on his back. His head was lowered. His low-key cap covered him tightly. He could only see the black mask on his face, but could not reveal his true face.

At the moment, he was playing with the dagger in his hand. His fingers were flexible, and the Dagger's edge was cold and sharp.

“……”

Lin Yi stood there, staring at his playing, his brain blank.

She was too familiar with the movement.

Familiar as if engraved on her bones in general, his fingers move, her bones even flesh and blood to pain.

“……”

Mu Xianfeng also found that the dagger on the man's hand just appeared on the TV screen. This man is the killer, but now he is sitting there.

"Grandfather, what's going on?"

Holding the armrest of the wheelchair, he looked up at the old man in front of him with a gentle face. Mu Ziliang sat there, coughing twice and looking at Mu Xianfeng coolly, "someone told me that today I will receive surprise New Year gifts, my daughter-in-law and grandson will kill me, and my eldest grandson will ignore my danger and watch the opera quietly until he finally comes out."

At two o'clock in the morning, the herdsman with strict security let this man go into the world of no one, so he came to his bed and told him the big play that would be staged today.

And he, until Gu Ruo entered the bedroom, would not believe that his children and grandchildren were ridiculous to this extent.

When he was rescued by Mu Xianfeng, the man quietly appeared next to him, forced him into the conference room with a dagger, and saw the scene of the confinement room with internet connection

The herdsmen saw it.

Mu Xianfeng sat there, covering the eyelashes of his eyes and shaking two times, "grandfather, I didn't ignore your danger."

"Xianfeng, even I despised you. I like you young people's desire for power, but now I don't know if you should be happy." Mu Ziliang said, his face cold.

In the past, mu Ziliang had been dealt with by family law.

He can't bear it. He is still in charge of the family.

"Grandfather..." Mu Xianfeng wants to stand up by pressing the wheelchair with one hand. The wound on his shoulder causes him to shake slightly. He sits there and looks at mu Ziliang, saying word by word, "grandfather, I admit that I have calculated three rooms. I hate them. I don't regret what I did today, but I don't ignore your danger. I have always controlled the development of the situation and won't let them hurt you "Nothing."

Then he covered his shoulder with pain, and Jun Pang was covered with cold sweat.

Mu Ziliang frowned when he saw him like this.

The child was really hurt. When Mu Xianfeng rushed out to block the arrow, mu Ziliang was still moved.

What they said, Lin Yi did not listen to a word, her eyes have been on the left head position of the man.

At this time, he suddenly stopped playing with the dagger in his hand, lowered his head and gave a sarcastic smile, "so, the young master is 100% able to control the situation. Today's security is in the charge of the young master. How can I go in and out freely?"

He deliberately lowered the voice line, and the people next to him didn't recognize it.

But Lin Yi heard it.

For a moment, her world was earth shaking.

Tears trickle down, her hands cover her upper lip, standing in the corner of their own silent shaking.

Mu Xianfeng sat in a wheelchair, raised his eyes to see the man, and said in a cold voice, "why don't you think your appearance is also under my control?"

He said so, but he was not completely sure.

When the TV picture appeared in the confinement room, he had a bad premonition. This premonition was very strong, but he could only support it.

"Yes? Who does the young master think I am? "

The man asked in a low voice, without raising his head.

“……”

Mu Xianfeng's eyes are fixed. What does that mean?Suddenly, the door of the conference room was pushed open from the outside. A young man stood there and said with no expression, "the young master thought that I was sitting there to avenge brother Han. Is Jiang Qixing right?"

Everyone looked in surprise.

Smell speech, Mu Xianfeng's body a stiff, look back to suddenly appear Jiang Qixing, face big change, directly toward the left head position of the man to see, "who are you?"

"Why, can't you guess?"

The man slowly raised his face, raised his hand and lifted the hat on his head, revealing a pair of hawk like eyes.

The meeting room was as quiet as death.

Everyone's eyes are on him. He slowly stood up and took off the mask, revealing a very handsome face, deep outline, prominent facial features, almost no one is not carved out, there is a two centimeter long scar in the corner of his left eye, almost into his eyes, adding frivolity to his beautiful face.

After the mask is taken off, who is the face that has died in the cold year of Xuefeng cliff.

“……”

Mu Xianfeng opened his eyes wide and stood up from the wheelchair, his face as white as paper.

Mu Xianguang and Mu Xiaxi, who had been silent all the time, stood up and couldn't believe it.

Mu Xiaxi opened his eyes wide in amazement and ran to him. He rushed straight into Ying Hannian's arms and cried out, "you're not dead, you're not dead!"

Great.

Great.

Ying Hannian stood there motionless and let Mu Xiaxi hold him.

Lin Yi didn't move a step. She just looked at Jun Pang. Her white face was already full of tears. Through the mist in her eyes, she looked at him greedily and refused to let him go.

He's really alive

That's good.

It's really good.

"You're not dead?"

Mu Xianfeng stared at him in disbelief, and his breathing rhythm changed. "Why, are you surprised?"