"They are like an iceberg."

"The above are the twelve zodiac signs and other forces, and the lower are the four great Vajras, the left and right guardians and the sect master."

"And the responsibilities are clear. They kill people and make money by killing people, and the four great King Kongs are responsible for inheritance in secret."

"They worked hard to sow seeds, but they didn't care about the life and death of the seeds."

"This is also the reason why the four great King Kongs did not come out to take revenge after the twelve zodiac signs were severely injured by Ye Fan and Ye Tang."

"For them, as long as the children who are clear-headed are not extinct and the enemy's hands do not penetrate under the iceberg, they will not come out of the mountain."

"If the four kings of Wuyi Lane really come out, it means that there will be big things happening in the world recently."

"And the people who can mobilize the four great kings are the only ones who have not emerged for decades, or the ones in the Tang Sect..."

He suddenly remembered something and smiled: "Tang Pingfan's disappearance is a bit interesting, and I feel more and more that he is still alive."

Song Kaihua's breathing slightly stopped: "If he were alive, why didn't he come out and watch the Tang Sect split into pieces?"

Song Wansan smiled playfully: "It is not necessarily a bad thing to be apart."

"Only by breaking a big destruction can you establish a great success!"

"You lost!"

After saying that, he dropped the black chess piece with a snap, instantly turning around the situation where he was surrounded.

Song Kaihua was stunned, then smiled, as if she had figured out something: "Dad, I lost, I was convinced."

"You lost and I was a little absent-minded."

Song Wansan threw down the chess piece, picked up the teacup and smiled: "The lively city of Hengcheng is what Hongyan said makes me feel turbulent."

Song Kaihua's eyelids twitched, and he reached out and pressed Song Wansan's hand: "Dad, don't join in the fun of Hengcheng."

Song Wansan smiled: "I have a breath of hatred in my heart that I can't get rid of, and I also have an unplugged thorn in my heart."

"dad!"

Song Kaihua's pretty face became solemn: "Didn't Hongyan just say that, this stab can't hurt you."

Song Wansan moved Song Kaihua's hand away, took a sip of tea, and then took out a diary from under the coffee table:

"The thorn, if pulled out, it will no longer be a thorn."

"But without pulling it out, it will always be an uncomfortable thorn."

"Let me see, who owes me money it's time to pay back."

He opened the yellowed diary and smiled:
Chapter completed!