Chapter 477 Men's Tears!

The stars are shining tonight, suitable for beating drums and fighting in the sky!

How domineering this sentence is, but at night, under the light of a long beam of headlights, the figure standing next to the reservoir, looking at the man with a little hunched back from the side, does not give people a bold impression, but more lonely. What kind of background does this man have to shout this sentence? And what kind of past makes you so lonely?

More than a dozen Wang Tong, who stood not far away and followed Mu Fan from Jiaxing's old home, looked at Mu Fan with bitterness in their eyes. There are so many underworlds in China! With Mu Fan's status at this time, how many people dare to touch him? What kind of identity the Li family in Yanjing is in Huaxia. In the end, it was not that they did not touch Mu Fan, but stood beside Mu Fan! What kind of hero is Ying Zheng in Jinan? Isn't it based on Mu Fan's horse? The winning old man in Jinan is not going to call Mu Fan's cousin! After the Dilong Association in Hangzhou recovered Mufan by lightning, thousands of people will be led by Mufan. Isn't the Tianhu Gang in Suzhou want to be polite to Mu Fan? Didn't the bamboo leaf green in Suzhou turn out to become Mu Fan's woman? Which gang in Changzhou or the underworld in Qingpu District of Shanghai does not give Mu Fan a very thin face?

The underworld is nothing in Mu Fan's eyes. Otherwise, when the last time he went abroad to carry out a mission, Mu Fan could kill all those people and send people to seize the land when everyone lost their backbone in the country. Isn't it within reach to recover those underworld forces in China with Mu Fan's power at this time? Although there is a king of Chu in the northeast, it is not impossible for all the forces south of the Yangtze River to receive under his command. Mu Fan can't do the feat of unifying the Chinese underworld again!

On Mu Fan's last trip to Guizhou, at the wedding of a woman of the Zhao family in Guizhou, Mu Fan's backing first appeared. He was himself a descendant of the Long family of the ancient family and the grandson of a generation of national scholar Longtian. Won't the people who once owed him Longtian to do something to help Mu Fan? The winner of the ancient family has made a statement first, and later it was the Yan family in Yunnan and Shen Tu in Shanxi! These long-beared terrorist forces have stood on Mu Fan's side. Will someone stop Mu Fan if he wants to turn the sky upside down? Can someone stop it?

But why do you have to fight with the Linghu family in Yanjing alone? Now why do you have to take the risk to fight with those ghostly oriental people?

How many people know the inside story of all this? How many people can understand? Outsiders only know that the Long family was invincible in those years. They knew that Longtian was the first person in China, but who knew the reason for Longtian's death? Who knows the reason for the collapse of the Long family? Let's talk about the big deal; who has done anything for a family that sacrifices its life for the people and the country? Who can tolerate a grandfather who was killed by the same group of people for two generations? The hatred of killing his father is not the same, but Mu Fan has been killed for two generations!

Looking at the lonely figure by the reservoir, Wang Tong clenched his hands and his nails pierced the palm of his hand. I quickly turned over the past in my mind,

That year, Miss was a girl who had just become happy and could afford to buy new clothes at will, which was very heartbreaking.

That year, the young lady cried with a baby in her arms and returned to Hangzhou to let Master Mu fight. Master Mu did not fight, but laughed and cried at night.

That year, the lady fainted at home with Mu Fan on her back in the heavy rain, and she lost her smiling face.

That year, after the young lady locked herself in the house for three days without eating or drinking, it was a heartbreaking cry.

That year, Mu Fan, a child full of blood, came back from school and told Mu Ye that he wanted to break into the underworld. He was so stubborn and outrageous.

That year, Mu Fan disappeared, leaving only clothes stained with blood and cut into pieces of cloth with a knife.

That year, Mu Fan came back indifferently and cried again for eight years! Cry like a child!

At this time, Mu Fan was standing not far away. Wang Tong's yellow eyes turned red. Maybe others didn't know, but he knew that this man came all the way for nothing else, just to protect the family affection that should have belonged to him, but this family affection is what many ordinary children have and will be known by his conscience at any time because Money and rights are sold, and he is a man who has enough to be arrogant in China at this time, but he is like a madman guarding things that may be destroyed at any time!

In the early morning, Mu Fan's phone suddenly rang. Looking at the number, Mu Fan sorted out his emotions, smiled and said, "It's so late. Why haven't you slept yet?"

Zhao Tingting's angry voice came from that end and said, "I have insomnia tonight. I don't know why! It is said that one person has insomnia because another person is thinking about her. I'll call you to see if you are sleeping or doing something else. Seeing that you answer the phone so quickly, I won't scold you. Why don't you sleep? Who is sleeping next to you?

Mu Fan said with a smile, "I** lie with two women, and I can also accommodate a woman's space. Do you want to fly over and sleep with me?"

After a long silence on the other end of the phone, he said gently, "I called Uncle Fu Yun, and I heard the little guy laughing on the phone, damn child! I didn't hear him smile when I was around. I laughed so happily at other people's places. Come back quickly when you have time. Take me to see him. It's been 41 days. I want to take a family photo together a hundred days ago. It's been so long. You haven't taken me to see my mother. I'm afraid that I won't see her again. In the future, my mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will get along. Mom won't give it. What should I do if I look good?"

Mu Fan curled his lips and smiled, "Ha ha, daughter-in-law, do you know what day it is today?"

"What?"

Mu Fan said angrily, "Damn, after twelve o'clock, it was the first time I met you. I was stabbed on the bus to save you. Did you forget?"

"Real? I guess so. Why can't I sleep because I'm always thinking about things with you? Well, now it seems that you son of a bitch were deliberately stabbed, right? Now that I think about you, you are really shameless. Why am I abducted into your thief ship? Come on, go to bed early. Don't forget what I told you. Do you hear me?

Mu Fan smiled shamelessly, "Yes, my wife!"

When the phone hung up, Mu Fan took a long breath, stretched out and laughed.

In the small attic of Zhao Tingting of the Zhao family in Guizhou, she looked at the photos of herself and Mu Fan hanging in the room, the photos of Mu Fan, the photos of her son, and her own photos, but there was no photo of a family of three people. Looking at it, she cried, curled up at the head of the bed, buried her head between her legs and sobbed in a low voice. Zhao Tingting lied to Mu Fan. She had insomnia, but before calling Mu Fan, she received a strange phone call from Mu Qian, who told her everything about Mu Fan tonight. Mu Qian thinks that these should be known to her wife, whether Mu Fan is dead or alive!

The night is beautiful tonight. After standing for a long time, Mu Fan turned back to the car, looked at the busy dragonfly and said, "Have you tracked it?"

The dragonfly didn't have time to turn around and nodded; "At this time, many of the signals carried by the foreigners found in Situkong's employee apartment last time are the same. They are fast towards here. There are many people, at least hundreds of people, but I believe that those masters are no longer within the signal search range. Our people have been caught. When it comes to a person, the source of the telephone signal is also traced according to their telephone signal, as if... It's done. The source is in a small town off the coast of Fujian. Maybe it's the headquarters of the Assassin League Huaxia. Ha ha, the civilian satellite is really useful at this moment!"

Mu Fan nodded, then walked to Wang Tong's car, looked at Wang Tong's quiet face, patted the latter on the shoulder, and smiled, "Uncle Wang, have you brought anything?"

Wang Tong nodded with a sigh, and then followed the two of them to the back of the car and carried things out. It was cowhide drumming! It was the drum beating team found by Mu Fan from outside last time that it was left for Mu Fan to practice, but since they left, Mu Fan has never touched this thing. At this time, he remembered that his student was really a little incompetent!

Mu Fan asked the two to carry them to the reservoir. He touched the two drum sticks and smiled. At this time, Wang Tong suddenly shouted to Mu Fan: "Young master! Pei Tianming rushed over with someone!"

Pei Tianming? Mu Fan was slightly stunned and waved his hand. Soon, a long box car was parked next to the reservoir. The door opened, and a group of children jumped down with a shout. The leading child was the little monk who pulled Mu Fan and taught him to play drums.

The little monk ran all the way to Mu Fan, raised his head and smiled, "Apprentice, without me as a master, would you knock out a flower?"

Mu Fan laughed and said, "Little kids dare to rely on the old and sell the old!" Be careful, I'll kick you into the water!"

Pei Tianming walked to Mu Fan. Mu Fan handed the latter a cigarette and frowned and said, "Why are you here?"

Pei Tianming smiled and said, "Since you left Hangzhou, we have traveled around. As a result, we didn't earn any money and returned to Hangzhou. It was Brother Wang who arranged a place to live. Before I heard that you came back and came here with drums. When I received a call from Brother Wang, I immediately brought these little rabbits."

Mu Fan took a sip of smoke and said in a heavy tone, "It's very dangerous here, and you will die at any time!"

"Ha ha, to tell you the truth, some of the arrangements of my small team are handed down from the folk, and some are compiled by themselves. Most of them are in a surging and passionate style. Since I was a child, I have been longing for the elegant demeanor of men on the battlefield. It has always been just a dream. I can't go back to ancient times and can't enter the modern battlefield. There is a False feelings that are not understood by outsiders. After hearing about you today, I brought them here with me. How dangerous it is. I know what happened to you for the first time, so you don't have to worry. We think clearly. I only have one thing is that I can die, but you have to make sure that these children are safe and sound!" In the end, Pei Tianming's expression began to be solemn.

Mu Fan was silent for a long time. After smoking the last cigarette, he looked back at the dozen children standing behind him who were busy swinging drums and said heavily, "A lot of people will die today..."

Pei Tianming no longer cares about Mu Fan's identity. He reached out and patted Mu Fan on the shoulder and said with a smile, "We are all monks from Shaolin Temple in Henan. We go down the mountain to practice Buddhism. As the saying goes, saving lives is better than building a seven-level Futu. We can't save a life today, but we can surpass all sentient beings!"

Mu Fan took a long breath and said solemnly, "None of you will die today!"

Pei Tianming was clear. He turned around and threw away the cigarette butts, looked at the children, and shouted, "Ready!"

Mu Fan looked at Pei Tianming's high-aged face, inexplicably felt a strange state of mind, and asked faintly, "What are you going to knock on today?"

Pei Tianming smiled, raised his hands and shouted, "Men's tears!"

A pair of rough hands, big rise, shout, fall!

Suddenly, next to the reservoir, the sound of thick drums sounded, and the beginning was like boiling water rolling! Then there was the indignation that shocked the world, and then spread around the reservoir!

Aren't men's tears always like thunder? Magnificent? Sad?

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