Tragedy counter attack system

It was already morning when Feng Han and Feng Ji returned to the clan, and it was too late to clean up and describe, so they went directly to the clan leader with Feng Ji.

The flowers along the way are in full bloom, colorful and colorful, attracting colorful butterflies to linger around.The willow tree unfolds its graceful posture, and the soft willow branches sway gently, blowing away the restlessness in people's hearts.

No one appreciates such a beautiful scenery. The only passer-by has an iceberg face and the other has an expressionless face. No one has such thoughts.

Speechless all the way.

In front of the patriarch's courtyard, Feng Han knocked three times, and when he heard permission from inside, he opened the courtyard door and walked in.Feng Ji walked behind him, his expression didn't fluctuate at all, he didn't seem to be afraid.

Feng Riming, the patriarch of Yufeng, held a long stick in his hand, and what he waved was that of Hu Hu Sheng Feng.Seeing Feng Han and Feng Ji coming in, he stopped his momentum, ordered someone to serve tea, and walked to the stone table, asking, "Xiaohan, you came back very early!"

As he was talking, he caught a glimpse of Feng Ji behind him, paused for a moment, but didn't say anything, motioning for the two to sit down.

Feng Han bowed, then sat down, and then reported the situation to the patriarch.Focusing on the main points of the matter, he paused for a while, and then said, "The young master of Yinfeng, Su Mo, is not killed."

Feng Riming, who was holding a teacup in his hand, raised his head upon hearing the words, and asked, "What?"

He noticed that what Feng Han said was not killed, not not killed.There is an essential difference between the two.The former is not acting, the latter is acting, but people escape because of accidents.

Feng Han has always acted prudently, could it be... Feng Riming turned his attention to Feng Ji, is it because of him?

Without Feng Han's explanation, Feng Ji stood up and knelt down, "I stopped him!"

Feng Riming frowned. He was satisfied with his eldest son. He was organized and far-sighted.

Aside from the emotional factors, he asked Feng Ji to be Yufeng's young patriarch, but Feng Lingzhu recognized Feng Han as the master.

But today, Feng Ji lost his composure.

There was a moment of stagnation in the air, even the rustling bamboo leaves around seemed to be still, Feng Riming looked at Feng Ji with heavy eyes, and spit out two words, "Reason."

Feng Ji straightened his back and said word by word, "After the first battle just now, Su Mo's talent is second to none among Yinfeng. Just wait a few more years, and he will be a young genius with extraordinary strength."

Feng Han, who was sitting upright on the stone bench, looked at Feng Ji in surprise, and suddenly realized that he wanted to restrain himself first, and it was a good way. He took a sip of tea calmly, and lowered his eyes.

Feng Riming poured another cup into the teacup, very calm.

"It's just that the Yinfeng patriarch is not a magnanimous person. He is selfish and cruel, and has a grudge with Su Mo's father. How can he win Su Mo's hearts?!"

"Although the Yinfeng Tribe has a young master, in fact the power of the tribe is still in the hands of the priests and patriarchs. It is because of the differences between the two of them on the establishment of the young master that the current situation has arisen."

"After this incident, Su Mo's reputation in the tribe will definitely increase, which will intensify Yinfeng's internal conflicts. In this way, we can sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. We can achieve multiple goals with one stroke!"

After pondering for a moment, Feng Riming nodded, "Not bad."

Looking at Feng Ji with admiration, he walked over to signal him to stand up, patted Feng Ji on the shoulder, and said, "Next time, tell me beforehand, don't kill first and play later! Since you have merit, I won't punish you this time."

"Okay, if you have nothing to do, go away!" Feng Riming waved his hand, looking at his son's slender back, he felt complacent, look, this is his son!

... This is a typical case of being sold and paying for it!

His face was covered in blood by his son.

The next day, in the courtyard of the Young Master of the Yinfeng Tribe

There was hardly a sound to be heard in the huge courtyard, and even the servants who walked by walked lightly, as if they were afraid of disturbing someone.

The courtyard is deep, with willows and willows. Before you know it, midsummer has arrived quietly. Unlike other places where the flowers are blooming like brocades, there are only clouds and shadows here, and you are free and easy.

The dormitory was clean as expected, without gorgeous decorations or heavy incense, just a fresh breath, with a faint smell of medicine.

Over the screen, you can see Su Mo lying on the bed.His face was pale, his lips were extremely pale, and his beautiful appearance was like dusty pearls, which had lost its original luster. Against the backdrop of his white clothes, he looked even weaker, which made people feel pity.

Su Yan stared blankly, stretched out his hand involuntarily, but recovered before touching it, and quickly retracted it.

During the silence, someone knocked on the door, Su Yan walked outside the screen and said, "Come in."

A servant gently opened the door, holding a medicine bowl in his hand, and said, "Young Master Yan, the medicine is ready."

"Put it there!" Su Yan pointed at the table and said, "Go down!"

The man put down the medicine bowl steadily, bowed, stepped back a few steps, and left.

Su Yan took the medicine bowl and touched the wall of the bowl with one hand. It was still hot. He stirred it with a spoon until the temperature was about the same. Then he went to Su Mo's bed and raised the bottom of Su Mo's head to avoid Choking when taking medicine.

After feeding the medicine, he put the medicine bowl aside and stroked Su Mo's soft hair. Xiao Mo wants to wake up early!

After staying for a while, Su Yan got up to leave, telling the people by the door to pay more attention to Su Mo's situation before leaving.

He wanted to stay here and take care of Su Mo, but he didn't have time!The old priest was seriously injured, and fell asleep for most of the day, unable to manage affairs, so all affairs were handled by him.

Just after dinner, the patriarch informed that there was going to be a meeting, so that everyone could be present.

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I can't do it anymore, I'm really troubled by writing, I don't know what's wrong, I feel very uncomfortable. ::>_<::