220, the heir of the Yan family
Yan Junxiong has grown so big, the first time he was held to his neck with a knife, his face was iron-blue, and he didn't know whether he was angry or frightened, but his mouth refused to relax at all, "The surname is Wei, even if you go out of this door, don't think about leaving Zhigu one step!" ā
"You'd better worry about your own life first," Xian Yushu exerted his strength, and a blood mark appeared on Yan Junxiong's white and tender neck, "If you don't give way, you won't be able to give way if you want to!" ā
Yan Junxiong gritted his teeth with hatred, but he had no choice but to signal the soldiers to let him go. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Yan Weijun got the news and rushed back, just as he saw someone withdrawing from the inside with a knife against his son's neck.
"There's something to say," Yan Weijun's soul was frightened, "Don't come nonsense!" ā
Compared with the father and son, Yan Weijun's temperament is much softer and his courage is much smaller. And Yan Junxiong was even more ruthless, "The surname is Wei, if you want my life or not, don't even want to leave Zhigu City alive!" ā
"It's all said, you don't have to worry about it."
"Junxiong, just say less!" Yan Weijun had a sad face, for fear that the knife would flash and kill his son, and said to Xian Yushu, "As long as you are willing to let people go, I will ensure that you leave the city unharmed." ā
Xian Yushu saw that several iron guards had already escorted Su Huan, and two more got into the car. The corners of Qian Tiao's mouth picked up a cold smile, Kunwu Dao, and finally left Yan Junxiong's neck.
Yan Weijun didn't catch his breath yet, the knife flashed, Yan Junxiong screamed miserably, and the lower *half* body was bleeding like a torrent.
Yan Weijun stayed directly in place, he came back to his senses, and there was only one rear left in the carriage of the Shu and his party.
At this time, Yan Weijun still took care of Xian Yushu, holding his son in tears, "Junxiong, Junxiong, what can I do!" ā
Yan Weijun is his only son, and now he has become a waster, and the Yan family has been passed down for three generations, and he has been extinct here. Yan Weijun is not only sad, he can't take the place of his son.
"Dad," Yan Junxiong's blood-stained hands grabbed his father's arm, endured great pain, and gritted his teeth and hated, "Tell people to guard the city gate and ferry, don't let them escape." ā
Wei Shu, I won't peel you and cramp you, and I swear not to be a person!
Although Su Huan got into the car and didn't see what Xian Yushu did, she still heard Yan Junxiong's screams.
"You," Su Huan tilted his head to look at Xian Yushu, "Kill him?" ā
Yan Junxiong dared to have such dirty thoughts about him, and it was reasonable for Xian Yushu to ask for his life.
What's more, it is not a pity for a person like him to die.
Xian Yushu smiled gloomily, "Kill him, how can there be such a cheap thing." ā
"Then ...... you" Su Huan wanted to ask again, but Xian Yushu interrupted coldly, "Okay, what are you doing with this." ā
That kind of thing, saying it didn't stain Su Huan's ears.
Pulling a group of seriously injured children, Xian Yushu and his entourage found an inn to live in, and invited a doctor to come.
Seeing the injuries on the child's body, the old doctor kept muttering about "creating evil"
sent the doctor away, grabbed the medicine, and Su Huan was about to decoct the medicine. The shopkeeper of the inn came over one after another, cautiously, "Guest, our guest room was originally booked." The little guy doesn't know anything, and he comes randomly, and he hopes that the guest will be considerate. ā
"What do you mean......" Xian Yushu looked directly at the shopkeeper and said in a solemn tone, "You want us to go?" ā
The shopkeeper trembled, and stubbornly offered Zhang Baoyuan, "I'm really sorry, we can't do anything." Here is a hundred yuan of money, which is a little bit of a small shop. ā
These people don't look good, but the Yan family can't afford to offend them - they brought those children here, and they were injured, and the shopkeeper was a local, how could they not know where they came from.
In case Yan Junxiong knows, the business is still secondary, and the lives of the family are also in danger.