On the wedding night of rebirth, he was kissed crazy by a paranoid boss

Seeing that they finally changed their minds, Mr. Si also heaved a long sigh.

Finally let go.

"Since everyone agrees that this should stop here, then I will go talk to them." Mr. Si said, "Don't get involved with innocent people, and let those children go back."

The elders of the clan nodded.

All agree with this decision.

Everyone agreed, except for the third elder.

He has been sitting on the chair without saying a word for a long time, the third elder stood up, glanced at them with disappointment, closed his eyes in despair, and let out a self-deprecating and pathetic laugh from his chest: "Hahaha!"

"You are so magnanimous! You are so magnanimous!"

The third elder laughed sadly and desperately: "My descendants were killed, but I still care about the lives of other people's children, it seems that I am very selfish."

"Third," the clan elder sighed, "You should let it go too."

"Let it go?" The third elder's smile was even more piercing and sad: "In the past 20 years, I haven't been able to forget the scene where my son was thrown to death. Now you let me forget, and I want to forget. You teach me, how to forget? "

"All of you are righteous! All of you are compassionate! I am narrow-minded, I am not worthy to stand here with you! I am not worthy to be a member of the Si family!"

The third elder laughed, turned and left, his hunched body trembled, his steps were unsteady, as if he might fall down at any time.

Mr. Si was worried that something might happen to him, so he asked someone to accompany him.

……

The third elder returned to the courtyard and kept drinking, crying while drinking, until he couldn't tell whether he drank tears or wine.

Holding the wine bottle in both hands, he staggered along the road, and as he walked, he came to the dungeon inexplicably.

He once thought that he could avenge his son, lock up all those people here, and let them experience a hundred times and a thousand times torture.

But it all turned into a bubble.

He could no longer avenge his son.

With scarlet eyes, he staggered and walked towards the dungeon like a drunkard.

It was already late at night, and there were only two guards in the dungeon, both of whom knew the Third Elder, "Third Elder, why did you drink so much, we will send you back."

The third elder shook off their hands and walked into the dungeon on his own.

"Don't follow me! I'm not too old to leave." The third elder took another sip of wine: "I can't avenge my son, don't I even have the right to be alone? You are not allowed to follow!"

The two guards looked at each other, but still did not follow.

They pay attention to the movement inside, and nothing will happen.

The third elder kept walking in, and couldn't walk any longer, so he sat down against the wall, a bunch of old bones were tossed so much tonight, he was so tired that he couldn't even stand up.

"Three elders?"

A hoarse female voice sounded, mixed with a bit of surprise, as if she didn't expect to see him here.

The third elder turned his head stiffly and looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw Mo Xin sitting haggardly in the dungeon diagonally opposite him.

It is transparent glass, you can see the outside from the inside, and you can also see the inside from the outside.

It was also to prevent Moxin from doing anything.

Before, Mo Xin was always watched by people from Shi Jiunian, but these days, because the gang of teenagers and girls had a high fever and urgently needed manpower, they all went to help.

Outside the dungeon, there are heavy guards, and no one can take Mo Xin away.

"It's you." A look of disgust flashed in the third elder's eyes.

He struggled to stand up against the wall and wanted to leave, but he drank too much and couldn't stand up, instead he looked even more embarrassed.

Mo Xin looked at him, wondering what could make the third elder lose his composure.

She has also heard a little wind outside these days.

Knowing that Mr. Si was trying to persuade the Si family to let go of their hatred, I heard that the children of the patriarchs were still kneeling outside the door of the Si family all night to plead guilty.

Mo Xin's eyes flickered, and a faint light flashed across.

He knew about the third elder's son being thrown to death. For the sake of Shi Jiunian, Mr. Si could reluctantly put down his hatred, but the third elder absolutely couldn't do it.

He must have had a disagreement with Mr. Si, and there is no hope of revenge, so he came here to get drunk.

"Third Elder, I can actually help you."

Mo Xin felt that her chance had come, she tried her best to restrain the excitement in her tone, and her soft and hoarse voice bewitched the third elder.

"I know what you want. Mr. Si only cares about Shi Jiu Nian and doesn't care about your life or death. But I can help you achieve everything."