Chapter 842: Face (2)

Yan Chuan stretched out his hand to signal Mr. Wen Ruo to do it himself.
With a hint of curiosity, Mr. Wen Ruo gently pushed up the lid of the coffin.
call!
The lid of the coffin retreated, suddenly revealing a corpse inside.
Mr. Wen Ruo shook his whole body, staring inside the coffin in horror.
"Daddy? Daddy~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
Mr. Wen Ruo burst into tears suddenly. It was not someone else who lay in the coffin, but the former principal of Julu Academy, Menciu!
In Nanshenzhou, in order to inquire about the whereabouts of Feng Shui master Li Canglan, Li Canghai led a group of Feng Shui masters to death in front of Yan Chuan. In the end, Li Canglan's whereabouts was exchanged for his life.
"Father!" Mr. Wen Ruo cried.
Then, Mr. Wen Ruo's face was cold, and Junxiu's face was distorted and terrifying. He turned to look at Yan Chuan and said, "Yan Huang, who is it? Who killed my father?"
With a slight sigh, Yan Chuan told Mr. Wen Ruo about Nan Shenzhou. No reservations.
"If Wen is a struggling child, bring me a sentence and say,'Father, I'm sorry for him!'."
Dad sorry for him?
But at the end of Yan Chuan talked about Mencius Qiu's last sentence of guilt. Wen Ruo was already crying.
"Li Canghai, Li Canghai, I will not kill you, I will destroy the heavens~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!" Mr. Wen Ruo roared.
Seeing Mr. Wen Ruo's grief, Yan Chuan sighed slightly, and did not say much, but walked out of the hall alone, leaving Mr. Wen Ruo to vent his sadness.
"Yan Huang?" Qinglong came.
"Don't disturb Mr. Wenruo!" Yan Chuan said.
"Yeah!" Qinglong nodded.
"Where is Jin Dayu?" Yan Chuan asked in confusion.
"Master Jin? Oh, he asked me to bring you a sentence before, I almost forgot!" Qinglong slapped his head.
"Oh?"
"He said, he sensed the Sun Fire Essence Stone, and went to investigate!" Qinglong said.
Sun Fire Stone? Yan Chuan's expression moved, and he suddenly remembered that Jin Dayu had never had a magic weapon to use, he had always cared about the magic weapon of his ancestors. Sun Fire Stone? Refining the gate of heaven?
"I see!" Yan Chuan nodded.
Yan Chuan had already brought the letter back and asked Liu Gangdong to search around. Since Jin Dayu found it by himself, that would be great.
"Big Brother, Yan Huang, Shangguan girl is here!" Bai Long ran over immediately.
"Oh?" Yan Chuan moved with a look, speeding up his pace and hurried to Mingfeng Hall.
The gate of Mingfeng Hall was open, and Shangguan Wan'er was facing Mo Yuxi.
"Girl Shangguan, the Holy Lord is really my mother? Is it true?" Mo Yuxi said with a trace of tears in his eyes.
"How can this be fake? Girl, don't think too much, since the Holy Master has recognized you, no one in this world dares to bully you anymore." Shangguan Wan'er smiled.
But Mo Yuxi was even more sad.
When Yan Chuan walked into the hall, Mo Yuxi didn't care about it. Shangguan Wan'er looked at Yan Chuan and didn't say anything.
"Then why, why have I been ignorant of me all these years, and why when my father died, why saint, why did my mother ignore it, why? If my mother took care of it, my father would not die! Why?" Mo Yuxi cried sadly.
Shangguan Wan'er frowned, not wanting to say something.
"Girl Shangguan, please tell me, okay?" Mo Yuxi stepped forward and took Shangguan Wan'er's hand and pleaded.
"You may be even more sad if you know it, you still don't know!" Shangguan Wan'er persuaded.
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