He first examined it with the naked eye, and then took out an instrument from the box, which seemed to be able to see through the organs in the body, back and forth, up and down, carefully examining it.

Nangong Jing's sharp eyes were like nighthawks, scanning the audience, the rest of the Huangfu family was very calm, only women, holding the skirt with both hands restlessly.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, she suddenly turned her head and happened to look at him, the mist condensed in her clear eyes became thicker and thicker, and she called softly with red eyes: "Gong Jing? ”

Nangong Jing heard this call and stopped.

As the wife of Huangfu Zhiyuan, it is not strange to know his private information, but who dares to call the title "Gong Jing" except for his family?

Who does this woman think she is?

In an instant, the anger in his heart was like a wild horse on the loose, and a dangerous aura suddenly burst out from his dark eyes.

"Listen to me, I'm ......," the woman just wanted to explain......

"Hmm......" Jiang Han saw that Nangong Jing was on the verge of anger, and blocked her mouth again.

"Woo woo woo ......" the woman cried to Nangong Jing, tears fell like rain, and her complicated eyes contained sadness, grief, grievance, and unwillingness......

Nangong Jing's handsome face did not show any pity, as if she was just air, and walked past her to the bed.

The two men who entered from the mechanism also came back at this time, standing in front of Nangong Jing, panting and saying, "Lord, there is a circular tunnel inside.

There is a private subway about 500 meters down, we sat for a while, and found that the subway goes directly to the Royal Hotel in the city center! ”

Nangong Jing's dark eyes flashed with a touch of shock, turned his head to stare at Huangfu Zhiyuan on the bed, and then looked at the woman who was arrested, his thin lips pursed, and he was silent.

Hearing this, Yan Rongliang was as if he had been struck by lightning, his face turned pale for a while, and he suddenly felt a chill spread rapidly from the soles of his feet to his limbs, and his back bones were freezing.

The subway at a depth of 500 meters leads directly to the city center, if the man on the bed is Huangfu Zhiyuan, who can catch him in the future with this change of face?

One day earlier, he hadn't had surgery yet, so he might not be able to catch him, but Mu Chuge wouldn't have died, but if it was a day late, then he would have been able to escape completely

And it just so happens to be today, what's wrong? Why does it feel like there's someone else in charge of the whole thing? Is it a coincidence? Or is it providence?

Housewarming covered the quilt for the man, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that Nangong Jing was cold, and he didn't dare to be half stunned.

took a few steps forward, lowered his voice in his ear and said: "Young Master, I think he is Huangfu Zhiyuan, this kind of thing that loses his conscience, except for him, ordinary people really can't do it!" ”

Nangong Jing's black eyes were covered with ice and snow, revealing a murderous aura, and he only felt an uncontrollable anger rushing straight to the heavenly spirit cover from both ribs, and he endured it again and again......

Housewarming continued while taking off his rubber gloves: "Just now, I gave him a full body examination, and it is certain that he has been undergoing surgery all these years.

Not only have all the aging organs in the body been replaced, but also the skin on the body, you can see the skin full of collagen

All of them were cut alive from young men, and they could not be anesthetic, otherwise the effect would not be achieved, and the cruel way was outrageous.

The project is huge and cumbersome, and it must have killed a lot of young people, it was too ruthless, and this face of his was the last process.

(End of chapter)