Chapter 1584
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"Ah — —"
"What's going on — —"
"What's that?"
… …
Along with a wave of chaotic exclamations from the crowd, the sky was covered with flower petals, black flower petals with ominous meanings.
Lu Jingli caught one of the petals with his fingertips. His expression was incomparably cold. He immediately recalled the Black Datura at the entrance of his father's birthday banquet …
The flower language of the Black Datura: Revenge!
What's coming … has finally come!
He subconsciously looked towards his brother's direction, only to see that the man had a deathly calm expression from the beginning to the end, as if he had been waiting for this scene for a long time.
As the black, fog-like petals were bombarded by the cannons and fell to the ground, a young man with a head full of silver hair walked towards the hall step by step, holding an unknown long object in his hand.
"Security! Where's the security! What's going on? "
"The security system has suddenly malfunctioned!"
"How did this person get in …"
"We … we don't know either!"
"Hurry up and settle it!"
… …
The banquet hall was in a mess. On the stage, Lu Chongshan looked at the young man who was walking towards him step by step. He did not know why, but his heart was filled with immense fear.
"Who are you?" Lu Chongshan's question came from the microphone.
The white-haired man's aura was extremely eerie. He stepped on the black petals step by step, but it was as if he was stepping on the underworld, coming from hell. He was alone, but it was as if he was surrounded by thousands of ghosts. It was incomparably terrifying, and for a moment, no one dared to approach him …
"Stop right there!" Lu Chongshan shouted once again. However, his seemingly cold and stern voice concealed a trace of fear and fear that even he himself did not notice.
"Heh …"
In the hall, it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. The young man's low laughter made everyone shudder.
Then, the man's indifferent voice rang in everyone's ears, "You gave birth to me, yet you ask who I am? What kind of logic is this? My dear … Father … "
"You …" Lu Chongshan's face instantly turned as white as a ghost, and he subconsciously took a step back, "What nonsense are you talking about!!!"
The white-haired man walked closer step by step, the corner of his lips slightly raised, revealing a cold smile, "Is that so? Nonsense? Back then … my name was given by you, Lord Father! Ting is deep, Lu … Ting is deep. "
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Chongshan's body shook violently and his fingers trembled violently. "Who … Who did you say you are?!"
The white-haired man's slender, fair, and almost transparent fingers slightly lifted the bangs that covered his brow bone, revealing the shallow scar on his brow bone. He gave a strange, neurotic chuckle as he replied, "One of your excellent heirs."
"Shut up! You shut up! I don't know you … I don't know anything about Lu Tingshen … I only have two sons! Where did a swindler like you come from? How dare you come to the Lu Family to swindle! " Lu Chongshan immediately roared and ordered his men to catch him. However, his expression revealed his guilt and panic.
Finally, when the white-haired man was ten steps away from Lu Chongshan, he slowly removed the white cloth covering the object in his hand, revealing a memorial tablet underneath the white cloth.
On the memorial tablet was engraved — "My wife Yun Lan's tablet".
Those who were familiar with Lu Chongshan were in an uproar. They were all stunned, because on the memorial tablet … was Lu Chongshan's handwriting!
My wife?!
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