"Yan Murong, I'm dead, let go of the nameless."

At the same time as Zheng Yan said this, his face suddenly turned blue, his eyes widened, and then, his head was crooked and he lost his breath.

"Sodium cyanide." The little snake glanced at it and said lightly. She is very familiar with these highly toxic things. "Looks like it's been hidden in your teeth for a long time."

Yan Murong didn't speak, and he didn't stop him before. Lowering his head, looking at Zheng Yan, who had already swallowed his breath and was still staring, Yan Murong smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Grandpa-Yan Murong, you killed my grandfather."

At this time, Zheng Wuming on the side screamed in a heart-splitting voice, although he had no strength in his body, his eyes flashed with blood-red hatred.

"He committed suicide." Yan Murong turned his head, looked at Zheng Wuming and said lightly.

"No, it's you, it's you who drove my grandfather to death." Zheng Wuming was already a little crazy at this time. "If you kill my brother and my grandfather, I won't be able to beat you."

"Zheng Wuming, don't be so naïve, okay?" Yan Murong said indifferently. "Your grandfather is protecting you and your Zheng family - you go, I won't embarrass you, as long as you don't show up again in the future."

As he spoke, Yan Murong stuffed a pill into Zheng Wuming's mouth. Soon, Zheng Wuming found that his body gradually regained its strength.

"Leave me alone? Haha, are you planning to let me go? Zheng Wuming hissed and roared. I, Zheng Wuming, don't need your sympathy. ”

"Sympathy? Oh, yes, you do deserve sympathy. Yan Murong chuckled. Repay debts, kill people to pay for your life, thirty years ago, what your Zheng family did should have been repaid a long time ago, and your grandfather died unjustly - I am a doctor, not a murderer, you go, you should leave a bloodline for your Zheng family, and if you want your son and grandson to avenge or something, just come. ”

"Yan Murong."

Zheng Wuming suddenly shouted, quickly picked up the pistol that had just dropped from the ground, opened the safety widely, and pointed the muzzle of the black hole at Yan Murong's head.

"Want revenge now?" Yan Murong had a smile on the corner of his mouth. "Look, there are so many people on my side, do you think you have a chance to shoot?"

Yes, Zheng Wuming has no chance to shoot, even if the little snake doesn't do it, the group of ninjas led by Mie Ozawa have already appeared in the hands of a pistol with the same insurance, and more than a dozen pistols are aimed at Zheng Wuming at the same time, as long as he has a little abnormal movement, it is absolutely guaranteed that he will become a sieve within two seconds.

"Revenge? Haha, revenge? Zheng Wuming roared, he had already lost his usual wisdom, his eyes were red and he looked at Yan Murong, and then at Zheng Yan who was lying on the sofa, and suddenly, he turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at his temple.

"Zheng Wuming, what are you going to do?" Yan Murong was shocked.

Zheng Yan died when he died, his death was to pay off the blood debt he owed thirty years ago, and even if someone was looking for trouble, he couldn't find him. After all, some people still know what happened thirty years ago. But if Zheng Wuming died, Yan Murong Ke would be really in trouble.

Although the Zheng family is not involved in politics, the interests involved are also huge, Zheng Wuming dies, and the Zheng family will definitely be in chaos. The current Zheng family, there are only two people left, Zheng Wuming and Zheng Xiao, Yan Murong didn't expect Zheng Xiao, the second ancestor who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun every day, to fight against the Zheng family.

"Don't you want me to die?" Zheng Wuming's face was hideous, and he looked at Yan Murong and sneered. "I'm dead, and you're not going to be better. Haha, if you want to die, I'm going to pull you along. ”

"Are you sick?" Yan Murong sneered disdainfully, feeling a little anxious, but his face still had to remain calm, and said. "I've already said it, the matter is over, Thunder Investment is still yours."

"No, it's not anymore - Yan Murong, you remember, the matter of thirty years ago is not over, and it is not what you think. This is a game, a game that requires many people to play together, and the Zheng family, just a member of the game, the Yan family, is also. Zheng Wuming said bitterly, and then, his fingers moved slightly.

"Bang-"

The firing pin fell, and the muzzle of the gun erupted with a dazzling flash of fire, and then, Zheng Wuming's body was crooked, and he fell to the ground limply.

"Holy shit." Yan Murong suddenly let out a depressed scream, stepped forward quickly, and squatted down to check Zheng Wuming's injury.

"Don't look at it, you're a doctor, not a god." The little snake also walked over, looked at the red and white things all over the ground, and said. "The bullet swirled in the head, and the brain pulp was all stirred into a pulp, and I couldn't live."

"Damn." Yan Murong scolded in a low voice and shook his fist fiercely.

He didn't expect that Zheng Wuming actually shot, and in the end, he left him with an ambiguous word.

"Alright, let's go." The little snake pulled Yan Murong up and said. "Now is not the time to cry and mourn him, if it's okay, hurry back to Yanjing, this time it's really going to be a big mess."

"Okay." Yan Murong nodded, stood up, turned his head again to look at Zheng Wu's famous figure, waved his hand at Mie Ozawa, and said. "I'm a man of my word, go out and dig a pit and bury someone. As for the tablet or something, there is no need to stand it. ”

After speaking, Yan Murong walked out with the little snake-

"What did he mean by the last words?" Yan Murong sat in the co-pilot's seat, looked at the little snake and asked. "What do you mean by not what I thought it was? What kind of game is there? ”

"How do I know that?" The little snake pouted and said. "But I'm sorry for him, this guy used to be so beautiful, giggles, the former first son of Yanjing, today he collapsed himself in a small cabin in France - you say, will the master go back to Yanjing if he knows?"

"Do you think you should let him know?" Yan Murong said. "As soon as Zheng Wuming dies, Yanjing will definitely be in chaos, and if the old man comes back at this time, there will be many people who will have a headache."

"What if you don't tell him?" The little snake laughed. "Do you think he doesn't know everything outside without going out into the mountains? This kind of thing, he wants to know, no one can hide it - thirty years of revenge, he should also return to Yanjing. ”

"Okay, I'll give him a call later." Yan Murong pondered for a moment before nodding, and at the same time, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Since it's already a big mess, let's make a mess and fish in troubled waters, the old man is the best at this."

"I'll tell you the truth, I'm not really worried about the old man coming back." Little Snake said with a smile.

"Oh? What do you mean? Yan Murong asked.

"The old man's return doesn't affect anything." The little snake shook his head, looked at Yan Murong and said. "What I'm really worried about is Zheng Wuming's words before he died, that is, you asked me, what is this game!"

PS: At night, I barbecued at a friend's house and ate chilled watermelon...... I feel like my tummy won't be resting at night. In addition, this volume is also over, and a new volume will be opened tomorrow. Is Zheng Nameless dead? Hehe, he's really no longer playing when he's dead. Even if he died, he had to die vigorously, didn't he? Anyway, he's also a villain.