The Kunlun Mountains, the Ye Clan's grounds.

Since last night, snow had been falling in the Kunlun region, and the weather had turned cold.

The clansmen who woke up in the morning were practicing their cultivation and working as usual. They looked at the roof and the white snow on the road and felt peaceful in their hearts.

When it was almost noon, a middle-aged man dressed in black, with a long blade wrapped in black cloth in his hand, and covered in dust, stepped into the main yard of the Ye Clan and came to the back garden.

On the way, some of the clansmen and servants that met him all respectfully greeted him, "Uncle Long Yuan."

Ye Longyuan was not in the mood to talk with the people in the clan. He had too many things on his mind. After he asked for his father's location, he immediately rushed over.

In a stone pavilion in the back garden, Ye Longyuan found his father, the Martial G.o.d, Ye Wuya.

It was snowing, so Ye Wuya thought of having a hot pot for lunch. Right now, he was setting up a copper fire and making hot pot soup.

"Ugh …" Group A, do you want to add more pickled vegetables? " Ye Wuya held some pickled vegetables in his hand and asked the old servant, Ye Qun, that was waiting on the side.

"I think so too." Ye Wuya nodded, and then he switched the mushrooms and put them into the pot to boil.

There were two things his father cared about the most in his life: first, Martial Arts; and second, Eating.

Sometimes, Ye Longyuan even suspected what the Martial G.o.d would choose if he and Ye Longteng, his two sons, were to choose one of the top delicacies in the world.

To be honest, the two brothers, Ye Longyuan and Ye Mo, were not confident.

"Father!" Ye Longyuan thought of some messy thoughts as he walked into the pavilion with mixed emotions and respectfully lowered his head to call out.

Ye Longyuan looked at the table and saw a huge pile of fresh meat dishes. There were even some special dishes such as hemp sauce, blood sausages, wide noodles and other ingredients. It was really quite tempting.

"Father is really particular about food. Your son truly admires you." Ye Longyuan smiled.

"Hehe." Ye Wuya laughed, "If you have nothing better to do, then treat your mouth and stomach better, isn't that good? You two brothers just don't know how to enjoy life... "

Ye Longyuan cautiously asked, "Father, yesterday, dozens of big sects of China were attacked by mysterious experts. The head of the Mount Shu Sect, Ling Baiyi of the Ling family was killed."

Ye Wuya used his chopsticks to wash the venison, while nodding and saying, "Your brother told me that he even proposed to hold an ancient martial arts gathering to advise us. This is pretty good …."

"Father!" Ye Longyuan frowned and said, "Three hundred years ago, those clans that were not satisfied with your ability to form the ancient G.o.d's descendants were all elites of their clans.

These people were not people that the ancient martial arts sects could resist. They must have cooperated with the Doomsday King in order to dare to act so arrogantly.

Right now, all the big sects in the world are panicking and are beginning to question the ability of our Dragon Soul and Hidden Dragon. Some of the elders who know about the situation are also beginning to question our clan.

We can't let our guard down. We should take the initiative and eliminate these people in one fell swoop, so that we can win back the trust of the big sects! "

Ye Wuya picked up a piece of venison and sat on the stool. He blew on it twice, dipped it in sauce, and ate it in one go.

After enjoying the taste of the meat, Ye Wuya said, "Your brother has already gone to a meeting. You can discuss it together. What does it matter whether the people of the world and the big sects believe me or not?

Kids these days. "Why do you always look for an adult whenever something happens? I got beaten up when I was young and it was all by myself …"

As Ye Wuya spoke, he took a small bowl and handed it to Ye Longyuan, "Son, you've all come back. Eat some."

However, Ye Longyuan did not have the slightest bit of appet.i.te, and said with a complicated look in his eyes, "Father, back then... Do you have some secrets that you have been hiding from us? "

"Hiding it from you?" Ye Wuya had a faint smile on his face as he said, "You are implying something."

"Your son only felt that Xiao Hong and the others' reactions weren't simply one of unwillingness …

If his father had only defeated those who opposed the cooperation of the clan through a life and death duel back then, why did they have to think so hard about it? Shouldn't all of this be logical?

However, their words saying that you are the 'devil' father and that they are the one who is righteous confused their son … " Ye Longyuan said.

Ye Longyuan swallowed his saliva, took a jug of wine from the side, poured himself a cup, and drank it all in one go.

But... "My two subordinates discovered that in the past month, more than three thousand Indian soldiers had died mysteriously at the border between our country and China …"

Ye Wuya picked up his chopsticks, pointed at him with a smile, and said, "Kid, you didn't come home today just to mention the matters of Xiao Hong and the others … ….

When Ye Longyuan heard this, his face paled. He found it hard to accept and said, "Father … …" Why are you doing this!? Feng'er is your own grandson! You're making him fall into the devil's path!

Furthermore, those Indian soldiers, even if they had been at loggerheads with our country for the past half year, there was no need to kill them all! Don't you feel guilty!? "

There was no other way … Ru Lan let her husband help her and her son. If you don't want to, then I'll have to help her.

Yet now, you're blaming me, an old man, for meddling in other people's business...

As for killing thousands of Indians, it's not because of their relations.h.i.+p with China.

Since there are only a few people around here, and they just so happen to have enough people over there, I sent some people over there to get some blood … …

Where the h.e.l.l did you learn such a boring word as' guilt '? As your father, I haven't taught you since I was young … "

After Ye Wuya finished speaking, he took another mouthful of the delicious venison. He clicked his tongue and had a face full of enjoyment. Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.