The Magnificent God of War

　　 He did not expect that the eighteenth family would be bullied!

　　 From a distance, I saw someone doing hands with the eighteenth parents, and the dog was furious!

　　 He handed the urn in his hand to Jiang Ning, the whole person was like a tiger, and he rushed directly, the murderous look in his eyes was like a boiling frenzy!

　　 "Who the **** are you...ah!"

　　The person who took the lead, even before he finished speaking, he flew out!

　　 The chin was crooked in an instant!

　　 He fell to the ground with a scream, blood spattered.

"what……"

　　 "Dare to do it? Kill him!"

　　 When the other people saw it, the thunder was furious. No one had ever dared to do anything with them. Seeing that the dog dared to hit someone, they were not polite. They picked up the stick on the ground and went to the dog!

"boom!"

　　 The long stick smashed down so badly, the dog didn't hide, he raised his hand and held the stick abruptly.

　　 The stick broke, and it broke into two with a snap!

　　 The person holding the long stick in his hand shook his heart suddenly, and when he looked up, he saw the eyes of Brother Gou, which were enough to kill him, and he couldn't help but feel a panic of fear.

　　 Who the **** is this person?

"boom!"

　　 Brother Gou didn't talk nonsense at all, he fisted and fisted directly.

　　 He roared, like a mad leopard, with a few punches, directly knocking all those people to the ground!

　　 If it weren’t for this, he really wanted to smash their heads directly!

　　 The few people fell to the ground, screaming again and again, looking at Brother Dog in horror, watching the few people who came by.

　　 They don't know who these people are, so they dare to do something with them.

　　 "You...you..."

　　 Liu Yang got up from the ground and saw the urn in Jiang Ning's hand, as if he was aware of something, tears fell when his lips moved.

　　 Jiangning walked over and handed the urn to Liu Yang with both hands. She opened her mouth and was about to talk. The eighteenth mother who stood up suddenly spoke.

　　 "Xiaohui? Is Xiaohui back?"

　　 She looked expectant and worried, for fear of getting a negative answer.

　　 Liu Yang couldn't stop his tears. A man in his fifties shed tears!

　　 He was about to answer, Jiang Ning shook his head, took a step forward, grabbed Eighteen’s mother’s hand, and imitated Eighteen’s voice: "Mom, I'm home."

　　In an instant, Brother Gou and others all red eyes.

　　 "Xiaohui! It's Xiaohui's voice!"

　　 The eighteenth mother, weeping with joy, quickly grasped Jiang Ning's hand tightly, as if her son would leave when she let go.

　　 Jiang Ning turned his head and glanced at Brother Gou, and Brother Gou immediately understood. Several people stepped forward, without a trace of politeness, covering the mouths of those gangsters, and dragged them out.

　　 "Hmm-"

　　 "You...you..."

　　 Liu Yang looked at Jiang Ning, holding the eighteenth urn in both hands, shaking his body, but he still moved his lips. Although he didn't dare to make a sound, he still used his mouth and said thank you.

　　 "You brat, why haven't you been home for so long? Do you know how worried I am?"

　　Eighteen mother, crying, smiling, "You brought your friends back?"

　　 "Well, they are all my brothers, take me home."

　　 Jiangning held the eighteenth mother's hand, "Mom, I will help you into the house."

　　 "Old man, don't be stunned, look forward to Xiaohui coming back every day, he is back, why don't you say a word? Go cooking! There are guests at home!"

　　 "Hello Auntie!"

　　 The fifth and the old people shouted in unison.

　　 "Eh! Eh! Don't be polite when you get home, don't be polite!"

　　 Eighteen mothers are happier.

　　 Jiangning helped her eighteen mother into the house.

　　Lao Wu walked up to Liu Yang with red eyes: "Uncle, I'm sorry, we didn't protect Xiaohui."

"he……"

　　 Liu Yang's Adam's apple slipped, looking at the fifth, "he didn't do bad things, right?"

　　 "No, he is the hero of East Sea City,"

　　The fifth person knows what Liu Yang is asking, "I swear by my life, he is worthy of everyone's respect."

　　 Liu Yang nodded, his tears couldn't help falling, but he didn't let out a single cry. That old face, as if suddenly becoming a teenager, was holding the eighteenth urn tightly, shaking his body.

　　 "Go home! Go home! Son is home!"