The voice of resentment is chilling.

Tian Wuyang, just such a son.

Only son.

Tian Wuyang has a very low pregnancy rate due to physical reasons, and Tian Wuyang naturally loves him very much to have such a son.

Pampered to the extreme since childhood.

This is also the reason why Tian Wuyang handed over the family property to Tian Wenchang to take care of, after all, his own family property. Sooner or later, it will be given to the son, otherwise, who else can it be given to?

Carefully cultivated for more than 20 years, once turned into the east stream.

The only son. Being smashed to pieces in front of him, the pain can be imagined.

Anger, hatred. became the only one in Tian Wuyang's heart.

He Tian Wuyang, in Jiangyang City, may not be as rampant as the Liu family, and he can't cover the sky with one hand.

However, it is also a hegemon.

This revenge will definitely explode.

Chu Feng's words, Tian Wuyang couldn't listen to them at all, how could those people's cheap lives be compared to his son's life?

Those people, even if they die hundreds of times or thousands of times, are not as good as their own sons.

Seeing the corpse of his son on the ground, turned into a ball, Tian Wuyang's eyes, two tears, rolled down his face.

"Want to kill me?" Chu Feng didn't care about Tian Wuyang's threat.

The threat of this waste does not make any sense at all.

"You are also on my list of kills, but you don't have to worry too much, your ranking is relatively low, and after I kill all the descendants of your five major families, it will slowly be your turn to be old and immortal."

"I think you should want to taste the pain of losing a loved one."

Syllable??

Unable to control the anger in his heart, Tian Wuyang smashed the mobile phone in his hand into pieces.

"Mr. Tian, do you mourn and change??" A middle-aged man walked over from behind with a blushing face and comforted him.

Although he also knew that at this time. Comfort is of no use.

Tian Wuyang was panting, his face was hideous, and he trembled all over: "Chu Feng, that damn bastard, if he doesn't die today, Lao Tzu won't be surnamed Tian??"

At this moment, a little scarlet seemed to be scattered in the sky overhead.

The middle-aged man subconsciously blocked in front of Tian Wuyang, his eyes staring at that little bit of red, that is?? Firelight?

Butt?

That's right, a cigarette butt dropped from upstairs.

Then, that cigarette butt. fell directly in front of him, on top of Tian Wenchang's corpse.

In the next second, the most incredible picture appeared.

Airplanes??

A flame, suddenly, burned on top of the corpse, blazing with flames, reflecting Tian Wuyang's face, bringing a blazing temperature.

Tian Wuyang's face was extremely hideous. There was a terrible howl from his mouth, and he rushed over, trying to rescue his son's body.

The son is dead, can it be said that there is not even a chance to tidy up and bury, not even to leave a complete corpse?

Humiliate the corpse!

That's the price.

What these people have done will be paid back.

The middle-aged man stopped Tian Wuyang to death, there was no way, the flames had already boiled, and nothing could be done after this time.

In the end, Tian Wuyang could only watch his son's body turn into ashes in intense pain.

This flame is fierce and somewhat out of shape, quite terrifying.

In a short period of time, the corpses had all been burned to ashes.

Then, a gust of wind, very just right.

With a snort, the layer of white ashes on the ground in front of him disappeared directly.

Broken bones and ashes.

This is really a bone-shattering ash, and even the ashes will not be left for Tian Wuyang.

Tian Wuyang didn't know what kind of taste he was feeling in his heart, he only felt a dizziness in his brain, his body shook violently, and he almost fell directly to the ground.

"I want that guy dead?? No, don't let him die yet, get that bastard here first, I'm going to torture that damn scum a little bit??" Tian Wuyang roared.

Under Tian Wuyang's order, a group of people quickly surrounded the surroundings, and the water was impassable.

Not even a single fly can fly.

Some people are venturing up the stairs on the left side of the ruined Yunhai Hotel.

Seeing the place where his son's body disappeared in front of him, Tian Wuyang burst into tears.

He Tian Wuyang, who has worked hard in Jiangyang City for so many years, has used all means to fight for his son.

I thought that future generations would be glorious and wealthy, and the three generations would be worry-free.

I didn't think about it. Today, he is the last one.

I am rich and powerful, but so what?

To this day, he can't even protect his son.

He hated. He suffers, he is sad, he despairs.

In the end, everything turned into a strong killing intent. It's like a ferocious beast that wants to choose people to devour.

When these subordinates around him go over to give this kid down, they will definitely break him into pieces.

And those people around this guy, none of them can be spared.

The cheap lives of this group of garbage, even if they all die, are not as good as their own sons.

After a while, the same people who had gone up before came down again.

His face was full of strangeness, and he came to Tian Wuyang: "Boss Tian??"

"What about people?" Tian Wuyang scolded angrily: "What about the murderer who killed my son, didn't you ask you to bring that bastard over?" “

"Man, gone??" A younger brother hesitated. Said cautiously.

Gone?

What is the answer?

Tian Wuyang was stunned, his face full of incredulity.

This?? How is it possible, the guy who killed his own son is clearly a big living person. It was still on the roof of the building before, how could it suddenly disappear, it was completely impossible.

Surrounded by water, it is impossible to get out of here in this situation.

"No way, keep looking for me, that bastard, must still be here." Tian Wuyang roared.

It's a pity that at this moment, Chu Feng's figure has long since disappeared.

Chu Feng didn't have much time to mess around with these people here.

Tonight, Chu Feng's workload is very large, very large, and there are many, many things to deal with.

It's in Jiangyang Central Hospital.

In an intensive care unit, a figure is lying on the bed.

This is a very high-end ward, said to be a ward, but the decoration inside is like a suite in a big hotel.

A figure, lying on a pure white bed, asleep.

However, it seems that the sleep is not so peaceful.

The body kept rolling on the bed, the white face was already covered with sweat, the body was like a snake, constantly writhing, and the mouth was calling loudly, and I couldn't hear what the language meant.

After a few seconds, the body could no longer bear it, and suddenly sat up with a wow.

The inside of the quilt was wet, and it was all soaked with sweat.

Gasping violently in his throat.

Nightmare, dreaming of that guy again.

The guy who cut out his own tongue.

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