"It has been two hundred years since the deceased descendants of the Wenren family settled here." The woman in a long red dress sat between the two tombs and spoke in a tone that sounded like a chant, "Never again." Someone will settle here, and the glory of the owner will last forever."
Fu Yuanzhou stood up straight and said with an emotionless curve at the corner of his mouth, "I will generously let the entire 'Bieyou Cave' become the tomb of the Master of the Wenren Sect."
Hong Ai sneered disdainfully, "For boasting in front of Ancestor Wenren, Master Fu is not afraid of an ugly death."
"If you say this in front of Wen Li or Sun Zhen, you might be able to gain some respect." Fuyuan Zhou raised his foot and crushed a black poisonous spider that was trying to crawl onto him. "It's a pity that this king is The people of the Fu family only have a blood feud with the Wen family."
"A blood feud?" Hong Ai watched his little gadget being crushed and had no reaction. He just chewed these words with great interest, and then laughed out loud, "It is indeed a blood feud. Your biological father, in name only." My father, your godfather and godmothers family... seem to have been destroyed by me, Su Tianmen!"
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