Ningjiang City.

Jun Chen pushed open the wooden door that had been eaten and rotted by insects and ants.

Boom!

With just a slight push, the wooden door collapsed, stirring up a cloud of dust.

There was a dry, rotten air.

Jun Chen looked at the cobwebs and dust everywhere, and the arrangement of the house had not changed, and it still remained the same as when it was slaughtered that night.

The ground was long dried blood.

Junchen squatted down and stroked gently.

It was his father's blood.

Back in the mountains.

Jun Chen knelt heavily towards the three graves in front of him, even if his knees were stabbed by sharp stones, he was unmoved, and his forehead slapped on the ground.

Three ringheads.

No one less, not too light.

"Dad, Mom, sister, don't worry, I'm back, I won't let go of any of the people who killed you back then, I will use their blood to pay tribute to your souls in the sky!"

"If you're still around, take a good look at how they died!"

The killing intent is monstrous.

The weeds around him swayed, and he was pressed down by the wind.

The air was bone-chilling, almost freezing into frost.

Jun Chen's eyes burned with raging fire, as if they were about to turn into a solid form and gush out.

Whoosh!

Behind him, several figures came out, agile and not like ordinary people.

Jun Chen was unmoved, slowly stood up, bent down and patted off the dust and stones on his knees.

"Subordinate to Xia Ming, bring ten people from the Killing Hall Heavenly Group, and wait for the deployment of the Young Venerable Lord at any time!"

Fang Ming was a middle-aged man with a Chinese face, with a solemn and murderous expression, standing behind Jun Chen, clasping his fists and saluting.

The Killing Palace, the force created by the Six Masters, has a reputation that can terrify the world's leaders, and its assassination strength is outstanding, and often your head will move before you know it.

Jun Chen stood like a lonely giant tree, turned to look at the ten people, "What's wrong." ”

Fang Ming's expression was respectful, and he maintained a fist-hugging posture, "Young master, I have found out that the youngest granddaughter of the Wang family: Wang Manrong and the grandson of the Zheng family: Zheng Baibai, held a wedding at the Yuyuan Hotel today, and more than half of the upper-class people in Ningjiang City participated. ”

"Very good, since the two families are going to get married, then I will give them a big gift." Jun Chen's eyes were cold, and the killing intent was circulating in his eyes.

"Give them a coffin and two sets of shrouds, and there is no need to congratulate them for a long time, congratulations to them directly, so as not to say that I don't know how to be polite."

Fang Ming clenched his fists, "The subordinates receive the order." ”

"Remember, a double coffin!"

"My subordinates understand!"

After Fang Ming finished speaking, he did not leave, but continued to report: "Young Master, my subordinates discovered a clue during the investigation. ”

Jun Chen's brows furrowed slightly, obviously displeased, "Say." ”

"The subordinates suspect that the young master's little sister did not pass away, but was imprisoned in the ...... of the Wang family"

Rumble!

The killing intent rushed into the sky, the surface trembled slightly, the air distorted instantly, and the breeze that blew on the face was also dispersed by the monstrous killing intent.

Fang Ming's ten people couldn't withstand the killing intent released by Jun Chen, their shoulders were full of mountains, their legs were bent, and they knelt directly on the ground, gritting their teeth to hold on, otherwise their bodies would be crushed.

Swish!

The killing intent dissipated instantly.

Fang Ming's ten people gasped heavily, alive, alive......

Jun Chen's face was expressionless, "Make it clear!" ”

"Yes, in fact, the subordinates are not sure if it is the young master's little sister, but combined with the information found, they finally analyzed an approximate probability."

"Percent."

"Sixty percent."

Jun Chen's footsteps moved, and he disappeared in place in an instant, leaving only an afterimage in the eyes of Fang Ming's ten people.

Sixty percent of the time.

It's already high!

He really didn't see the body of the little sister back then, and after being rescued by the master, he found the corpse of the second elder who was eaten by countless wild dogs in the deep mountains.

I saw the body of the second elder, but I didn't see the little sister, Jun Chen thought that it was taken away by a wild dog, the little sister was only ten years old at the time, and her body was small, it was not impossible.

Jun Chen's anger and murderous intent went straight into the sky, Wang family, I will kill you all over the house, and there are no bones left!

......

The Yuyuan Hotel was draped in red and hung with colors, and the sound of firecrackers was deafening.

The red carpet is spread for five kilometers, all the way from Wang's house to the entrance of the Yuyuan Hotel.

Ninety-nine luxury cars lined up in a long line, led by a Rolls-Royce luxury limited edition, limited to twenty units worldwide, worth more than 100 million, not money can be bought.

Wang Manrong is today's heroine, the white wedding dress blooms the most dazzling light on her body, the wedding dress is handmade by a famous foreign costume master, it took half a year to make this wedding dress.

The pattern is elegant, the laces are exquisite, and some gold threads and gemstones are blended, making the wedding dress more noble and elegant in the sun.

Zheng Baibai is the male protagonist, with an elegant but sharp temperament, and often has a faint smile on his lips, but he can't hide the pride and arrogance in his eyes.

Guests invited to the wedding sent their blessings, and the stars surrounded the two couples as they walked into the hotel lobby.

Inside the hotel lobby.

The ceremonial officer holds the microphone in his hand and mobilizes emotions.

When handing the microphone to the two newcomers and saying their vows to each other.

Wang Manrong shouted and waited.

"I think we need a testimony."

Just when everyone wondered what kind of medicine she was selling in her gourd.

Wang Manrong smiled wryly, "Please invite the eldest lady of the Jun family, Jun Qingluan to come to the stage!" ”

Everyone looked towards the door of the hotel.

I saw that a girl who was learning to crawl, covered in dirt, and wearing a collar around her neck, was led in.

The hair was unkempt and almost obscured the girl's face.

No one recognized.

But just now, if what you heard is true.

This "dog girl" is one of the four major families in Ningjiang City, the eldest lady of the Jun family: Jun Qingluan!

Jun Qingluan was led onto the stage, his pupils were blank, and he was in a trance, like a wooden man.

Wang Manrong smiled cruelly, looked at the girl lying at her feet, raised her feet, and her high heels kept poking the girl's ears.

"Everyone, this is the original Miss Jun family: Jun Qingluan, now, called Jun Qinggou, she is not worthy of being called Qingluan, she can only be a dog, when I am Wang Manrong's dog!"

The audience fell silent, and then applauded.

The applause was deafening and spread in all directions.

"Wang Manrong, you're looking for death!"

Suddenly, a cold, murderous rebuke resounded outside the hotel.

The sound penetrated and reverberated in everyone's ears.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the sound, and they all looked back at the hotel door.

Jun Chen was dressed in white, murderous, and even the air had to be avoided for three points.

His appearance immediately caused an uproar.

"That's ...... Jun's son, Junchen? ”

"It's really him! Isn't it rumored that he died? ”

"Since you are alive, you should flee away from home, go incognito, why do you run back, send you to death?"

Junchen's appearance made many people talk softly.

Wang Manrong was stunned for a moment, and said incredulously: "Are you Junchen?" No way! Aren't you dead! ”

The sound is fed into the microphone and then diffused by the sound throughout the hotel lobby.

Jun Chen didn't pay attention to the many surprised eyes, his eyes drooped, and when he saw the girl lying on the ground, his eyes full of murderous intent eased slightly.

Jun Qingluan's body trembled slightly, she didn't forget that Jun Chen's voice also heard Wang Manrong's words just now.

Her brother is still alive and, moreover, is back......

No! Can't come back!

"Brother, go quickly!" Jun Qingluan's voice was hoarse, her voice was deep, and she used all her strength to shout the loudest words, but it was still as thin as a mosquito, ignoring it.

"Wang Manrong, you're dead!"

The cold voice shouted, and the air in the audience instantly froze, suffocating cold.

Jun Chen stepped out, and his body swept away.

With one hand, he grabbed Wang Manrong's throat, which was as thin as a goose's neck, and slammed it to the ground.