Xiang Yi's posture maintains upward tension.

Only when the muscles are highly tense can people have such extreme movements.

With Xiang Yi's physique, he could not do such a move.

certainly!

Except for the dead!

"Dingdeng..."

A series of footsteps suddenly appeared at the door of the garden.

A group of people came in a crowd.

At that moment, everyone saw Ling Luoyu standing quietly.

After only a moment of silence, an old man in gray clothes softened his body and fell to the ground.

“Yier…”

Someone wanted to help him, but he rushed away.

"Get out of here!"

He cried and crawled towards Xiang Yi.

"Yi'er, don't scare dad..."

Ling Luoyu slowly walked towards Xiang Yi from the side at that moment, and when he saw his face, his eyes sank.

Xiang Yi's face still had a look of horror, and his facial features were distorted.

And in his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, purple blood stains were sprayed out in a spray-like state and fell straight to the ground.

"Yi'er!"

The old man suddenly exerted force and held Xiang Yi in his arms.

"Yi'er, wake up, I'm your father... don't scare me..."

At this time, Ling Bufan and others also heard the news and rushed over. When they saw the situation in front of them, their expressions were all a little strange.

This was originally a happy day for Feng Chenglin, but now it is suddenly bloody, which is really unlucky.

Especially Feng Zaitang, I feel even more heartwarming.

Such an unlucky thing actually happened in his home. How can I feel at ease in my heart?

Seeing the old man crying with his son in his arms, Feng Zaitang walked forward carefully.

"Old Xiang, what's going on... what's going on?! What's wrong with Young Master Yi?!"

"What's wrong? Is this more than anything else?"

Xiang Kai suddenly stared at Feng Zaitang, and the anger in his eyes seemed to be able to spit out.

"Old Prime Minister, Yier has something wrong in your mansion. You should give me a fair explanation so that my son can die in peace!"

Feng Zaitang nodded quickly: "Yes! Yes!! I must check this matter clearly and give Young Master Yi an explanation..."

"This is what you said!" Xiang Qiankai seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, and suddenly pulled Feng Zaitang's sleeve: "Old Prime Minister, you have to make the decision for my son!"

Feng Zaitang almost fell down when he was pulled, and quickly responded: "Be the decision! Be the decision! Be the decision!"

He didn't know what was going on here and how to make the decision?!

"But...what is going on here? Didn't Young Master Yi drink in the main hall? How could something happen here!?"

Dried and swallowed a saliva, and he looked at Xiang Yi's death.

"And... how did Young Master Yi die!?"

Ling Luoyu, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said lazily: "He was shattered by someone with mysterious energy in an instant. The pressure of the heart meridians was high, causing blood to rush, causing all the blood in the heart to spew out at that moment..."

Everyone's eyes instantly looked different.

Especially when he opened his eyes, his eyes were even more ferocious.

Feng Zaitang saw something wrong, and quickly winked at Ling Bufan and signaled him to ask Ling Luoyu.

This little killer god can shock the old thing Ling Bufan.

If there is a disagreement, there may be anyone who breaks up his Feng family.

So, he would rather say less.

Ling Bufan was also wondering: "Yu'er, what level of mysterious energy did Young Master Yi die under what level of mysterious energy?!"

The power that can break the internal organs in one move and even rush out blood is definitely not underestimated.
Chapter completed!