I don’t know what I remembered, Lao Niu sneered.

"People who don't know say that it is fortunate that they have Gongsun Kan, so they recovered the losses of the Mo family. However, few people know how much benefits he has gained in the name of the Mo family!!"

Ling Luoyu heard the profound meaning: "Brother Niu... you seem to know a lot of things!! I guess they are also a few people who know the inside story, right?!"

"Oh, look at my brain, there is still water on the stove, I'll go and see..."

Lao Niu didn't respond at all, and it was obvious that he changed the subject.

Ling Luoyu sat quietly and silted.

If he doesn't say it, it's equivalent to default.

It was not convenient for her to interfere with Mo Xuanchen's affairs, so she pretended to be confused, took the boiling water from Lao Niu, and brewed a cup of new tea for herself.

The two of them talked for a while, and Ling Luoyu stood up and said goodbye.

The old Niu did not deliberately try to keep her. As soon as she sent her to the gate of the yard, she saw the fires rising into the sky in the mountain depression on the west side, and there were faint cries from adults and children.

"It's the Han family!!" Lao Niu's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly ran over.

Amid the fire, there is a bamboo house.

Under the sky-sky fire, it was almost completely destroyed by the flames.

Outside the fire, there were several tall men standing, standing with their hands on their hips, with a very arrogant look.

On the side of the fire, the mother and son were kneeling and hugging each other and crying.

A young woman was holding two children in her arms and kneeling helplessly in front of the fire crying.

"All our belongings are inside... If you burn the house, how can we live with our mother and son?"

"Yilian, you are such a young and beautiful woman, don't you know how to live?!"

A man in the lead smiled sinisterly and squatted beside the woman.

"There are so many houses in our country. You can live as much as you want. You can live as long as you want..."

Yilian subconsciously hugged the child in her arms, cried and said nothing, and even had the courage to raise her head.

"Yilian, I've brought it to you. As for how to do it, it depends on yourself... Our master said that if you are ungrateful, it will be boring to continue playing... So, you'd better think clearly!!"

The man rubbed his palms on the heads of the two children and smiled gloomyly.

"Don't forget, you still have two children!!"

Yilian gasped in a cold breath, and her crying voice suddenly stopped, and she raised her head to look at the man in horror.

"What are you...what are you going to do?"

"What we do! Of course it depends on what you did Yilian!! Remember! Our master no longer has the patience..."

The man pinched Yilian's face with great voluntarily, laughed and took his subordinates, and left with a swagger.

When passing by Ling Luoyu and Lao Niu, he spat fiercely.

"What are you looking at when two old guys?! If you are not honest, I will come to your house tomorrow!!"

The old cow's chest was fluctuating, but in the end he didn't dare to say anything, but just walked quickly towards Yilian and his son.

"Liang Girl, what's going on? Who ordered the house??"

"Who else can it be? It's not that damn Gongsun Kung!!"

Yilian sat on the ground crying helplessly, tears flowing.

"A few days ago, I went to the city to buy needles and threads. I happened to meet him, and I didn't know him..."

Yilian couldn't say the following words, so she could only hold the child helplessly and suffer in pain.

"Now, my home is burned... How can I live the days from now on?!!"
Chapter completed!