They are like two parallel lines. People can never make friends. Day can never melt into night.
Before you know it, the car has reached the outside of Xiajia Courtyard. Even if Zunwang slows down and then slows down, the road will eventually end.
It’s all over. Chapter one hundred and twelve End in evil.
Looking out the window, it’s getting brighter and brighter. Chu Yang’s eyebrows are getting wrinkled and tighter all night. They haven’t come back yet, and I don’t know if Heer has been hurt.
Xia Han closed his eyes again and looked at the door again. He still hasn’t come back. He won’t … just leave, will he?
"Wait another ten minutes. If he hasn’t sent Xi ‘er back, I’ll go out and look for him." He glanced at his watch and tried to endure his anxiety. He and Xia Han have been sitting for more than three hours since two o’clock in the morning, and their legs are numb.
"He won’t hurt Xi ‘er" Xia Han affirmed.
"Even if he won’t hurt, it’s very dangerous to be with him. Life in the dark night will disappear like the morning dew." The words immediately regretted that he knew he had made a slip of the tongue because he was worried about Xi, and he had lost his mind. Looking at Xia Han with a more dignified look, he said apologetically, "I didn’t mean to say this. I was too worried about Xi ‘er. She is very fragile now."
"Maybe we guessed wrong that he is not a dark man." Xia Han also muttered to himself by luck …
"Ten years ago, we didn’t check that Mo Er had been driven out of the night by the Golden Lion? We tried our best to find out the news of Moer, and we paid a lot of money to buy the help of Fujino Jun, the leader of the night branch holy emperor organization. He said that the night king was an adult, not Moer. "
"Why don’t you give up now?" Lang Yu said deeply, "If he is really the king of the night, it is easy to control Fujino to broadcast some false news."
"The four elders of the night died ten years ago. As soon as they died, Mo Er was completely lost. What can I do for a seven-year-old child? What can I do for him? How did you command those brutal killers for so many years? Moer is not a god. How can he do it? " Xia Han is a little excited.
"I can’t believe he can do it, but now all the evidence is in front of me. If he is not the king of the night, how can his blood be so strange and poisonous? If he is not the king of the night, how can he be so brilliant? If he is not the King of Night Respect, how can he have so many capable men? If he isn’t … What is he called Wang Zun? " Post also excited.
"If you must be lucky, you can expect that he is not Mo ‘er, that he is a big boy who looks exactly the same as Mo ‘er at night, and that he happened to come to Haicheng to get close to Xia’s children. If you must be lucky, you can expect that all this is an illusion and all this is a miraculous coincidence."
Xia Han was speechless with words.
It is true that all the facts are in front of him and he refuses to accept the reality.
In the corridor on the second floor, a figure is quietly leaving the bright lens, and the long and narrow dark brown eyes are shining with complex and dark light.
Post lift eyes glanced at that direction and found nothing strange, but he knew that someone must have eavesdropped on their speech just now, so he reacted so quickly that the Xia family had Xia Feng in addition to the statue of the king.
Lengqin and the ten black bodyguards have packed all their luggage since midnight, and then a lengthened black Lincoln, seven black Hummers and 19 black men are neatly arranged outside the summer home waiting for Zun Wang to come back.
They won’t go back and forth. There’s no need. The eavesdropper just now must be Feng!
Xia Han was tired, clutching his forehead, and he was very depressed. Now all he could think about was things that the damn night root didn’t find.
……
Xia Feng stayed in the room facing the wall for a minute. He suddenly closed his eyes tightly as if he had made a difficult decision. He unconsciously picked up the phone and dialed a number. "I agree … with you!"
"I knew you would agree with people. You did the right thing."
"remember that you promise not to hurt them."
"Don’t worry, I have to deal with … it’s dark night!"
After hanging up, Xia Feng heaved a long sigh of relief and finally took this step, and the scene last night came to mind again …
He came to the room to eavesdrop on the conversation between Xia Han and Lang, but the key moment was interrupted by Min Xu, who said that someone was looking for him.
When he came to the door, he saw that it was a strange foreigner. He handed Xia Feng a picture of a strange smiling Buddha mask. What happened to Xia Feng immediately? He should have refused, but he was obsessed with following the foreigner to a mysterious warehouse.
It was the masked old man who called him. He looked at Xia Feng with a smile. How does it feel to know that everything you have is going to be taken away from you? "
"What do you mean?"
"Xia Han’s own son came back. Aren’t you afraid that he will kill you? It must have been you who took everything that belonged to him. "
"What did you say?"
"You are so clever can’t look not to come out? Today, at the airport, Xia Han tried his best to stop the black-eyed man from stabbing in the back, and the black-eyed man showed unprecedented anxiety because of his injury. If blood is not thicker than water, what is it? Besides, they have such a similar face, especially those shiny black eyes. "
"How do you know about the airport?" Xia Feng remembered that no one except them and the bodyguards "it was you who assassinated us".
"Ha ha, you are really smart. Today, I finally saw the style of the night leader." The old man smiled deliberately and long.
"What did you say?"
"How do you still not white? That Wang Zun is Xia Han’s long-lost son Xia Mo and the king of the night. He came back to take away everything that belongs to him. "
"The night honors the king?" Xia Feng was frightened to disgrace. He had heard that the first dark organization in the dark night world almost dominated the underworld forces. It is said that the dark night forces are already as strong as the enemy, and everyone is frightened.
Is that Wang Zun really so big? Is he really Xia Mo?
Xia Fengxin almost jumped out of his chest. He always knew that Xia Mo would come back one day, but he didn’t expect that Xia Mo would be so strong that it seemed calm to return to Chapter 113.
"How do you know this? If he is really the king of the night, his identity should be well hidden. How can you find out? " Xia Feng still can’t believe it.
"Because he would never have thought that there would be an enemy who knew the Xia family so well in this world, and he would never have thought that he would make a mistake and expose his identity because of the Xia family." The mask old man’s eyes flashed with cold light.
The masked old man knows that this night king is a very dangerous and terrible figure, and he will be more difficult to deal with than his father Xia Han, but even if he kills again, he will still pay for it.