Look at the blood-red double coffin.

The Zheng family's father and son and Wang Quan's eyes widened in horror, dying and struggling, trying to break free from the shackles on their shoulders and gain that glimmer of life.

"Be honest!"

One of the members' eyes was cold, and a sword was held against his throat.

The blade of the long sword was cold, almost so cold that his skin lost consciousness.

The members of the Killing Hall are not good men and women, each member has blood on their hands, not to mention the people of the Wang family and the Zheng family, even if they are rich, they have also killed.

Sure enough, after smelling death, several people stopped making a fuss.

Zheng Baibai didn't dare to pretend to be a hero who regarded death as his home at this moment, and begged Junchen: "Jun Shao, the previous grievances are none of my business, I was still studying abroad at that time, I can't attack me because I am the Zheng family, this is not in accordance with the rules!" ”

"Bai Bai, a little backbone! Do you think that if you beg him, he will let you go? Don't be naïve, give me a good attitude, don't embarrass Lao Tzu! ”

Zheng Liushui was angry and begged Jun Chen for mercy, which was a wrong move.

But his son didn't think of this regardless of it.

Jun Chen glanced at his father and son coldly, and said, "Young Master Zheng, what you Lao Tzu said is right, I will not let go of begging for mercy, the blood on your body sacrifices my parents' spirits in the sky, and compensates for the suffering of my little sister over the years!" ”

"Come on! Open the coffin! ”

Jun Chen's ruthless voice completely annihilated Zheng Baibai's last glimmer of hope, like falling into an ice cave, and kept chanting the word "impossible" as if he was lost in despair.

"Bai Bai, sober me up! The men of the Zheng family must die with backbone! Zheng Liushui's eyes were red, and he shouted angrily.

"Nope! If you die, I'm only twenty-three years old, and I haven't lived enough! Zheng Baibai was woken up by the yell, but the first thing he said when he woke up was to yell at Zheng Liushui.

His face was hideous, as if he had gone mad, "It's all a good thing you did!" It's all you! It's none of my business at all! ”

Then, he continued to plead bitterly towards Jun Chen, "Jun Shao, please, let me go, I can be a dog for you, I can do anything, I just ask you to spare my life, by the way, I have achieved a high degree in my degree, I am very useful, spare me, I can help you do anything......"

"Bai Bai, don't beg him!"

"Shut up! Is it wrong for me to want to live? ”

Jun Chen watched the Zheng family's father and son eat dog, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The coffin had already been opened.

Jun Chen glanced at it, "Open four holes to ensure that they can stick their heads out." ”

Then he looked coldly at the four people who were kneeling and lying down, "I don't have the kind of prisoner car in ancient times, and it's not bad to use a coffin, enjoy this journey, after all, this is the last trip in your life." ”

With a wave of his hand.

The four were pressed into the coffin, just high enough for them to remain in a kneeling position, and the coffin board was closed.

Wang Manrong did not die, she only suffered a heavy physical injury.

When he saw himself being forced into the coffin, his weak eyes suddenly widened, and he wanted to speak, but his body did not allow it.

Nail the coffin firmly with nails.

Lifted outside, on the cargo compartment of a light truck that had been prepared for a long time.

Many of the guests did not leave, but watched from afar.

Seeing this scene at this moment, everyone was so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths.

Jun Chen took Jun Qingluan's little hand and sat in a Rolls-Royce.

Back to the flat-roofed house in the country.

Parents in front of their graves.

There were four kneeling people in a red coffin, facing the grave mountain.

Jun Chen whispered to Jun Qingluan: "Come little sister, kneel down and kowtow to your parents." ”

Jun Qingluan knelt on the dirt ground full of sharp stones, knocked down three times, and cried: "Dad! Mother! My daughter has come to see you! ”

The bones of the body were already weak, and the grief was excessive, so he tilted his head and fainted.

Jun Chen hurriedly picked it up, "Fang Ming, you immediately arrange for people to watch the four of them here!" ”

"Yes, young master!"

Fang Ming responded heavily.

The flat-roofed house has long been cleaned up.

A lot of furniture has also been added.

Jun Chen carefully put Jun Qingluan's weak body on the soft bed, held the silver needle in his hand, and began to treat.

Sunset over the West Mountains.

It's hours of busyness.

Wait until the last stitch is finished.

The hanging heart finally let go.

Jun Chen took out a bottle of ointment from his suitcase and applied it evenly to Jun Qingluan's face, as well as the scarred parts of his arms and feet.

The clothes are still the same.

Although they are brother and sister, there is a difference between men and women.

Jun Chen was a little distressed, and there were some big men around him, and there was no girl.

At this time, two people trotted in from the door and saluted with fists outside the door.

"Qianji Louzi language!"

"Qianji Lou Ziyan!"

"I've seen the young master!"

It's two girls who are dressed exactly the same way, and even their looks are exactly the same.

Twin sister flowers.

"You're just in time, help my sister change her clothes, apply ointment by the way, and wipe her body after that." Jun Chen put down the ointment, and as he spoke, he had already walked out of the room.

"Yes!"

The twin sisters took a lot of time to respond, and did not forget to close the door when they entered the room.

Jun Chen stood outside the gate with his hands on his back.

After treatment, whether it is the scar on the face, the rumble or the eyes, it can be restored.

In the past seven years, I have spent every day in special training, swimming hard to the shore in the sea of hatred.

But he felt that the hardships he had endured over the years were far less than the hardships that his little sister had suffered.

The little sister is far more tormented than herself!

Five members of the Killing Hall were guarded in the back mountain, and five were hidden around to be on guard.

If there's anything going on, they'll be the first to know.

Not much.

Twin sisters Hana came out of the room.

Jun Chen heard the sound and slowly turned around.

On the left is Ziyu, sister, "Young master, little young master is still resting." ”

Ziyan agreed, she is her younger sister, "The little young master is too tired, his body is very weak, and he needs to rest for a while." ”

Jun Chen knew Jun Qingluan's physical condition, and said, "I already know this, so you don't have anything to report." ”

The two women looked at each other, nodded, and said in unison, "Yes." ”

"Say."

"At present, Qianjilou has collected information about Anjia." Ziyu said.

Settle down.

Jun Chen's expression couldn't help but stagnate.

He knows how to settle down.

If nothing happened to his family, he might have married An Wudie.

The Jun family and the An family are world friends, and Jun Chen's grandfather and the old man of the An family are young, and the relationship has always been very good.

An Wudie's father: An Chengkong also has a small relationship with his father.

An Wudie is the person of the An family, and he and An Wudie are also childhood sweethearts.

After the death of Junchen's grandfather, the relationship between the two families was as always, and they were not estranged because of the death of the older generation.

It can be said that the relationship between the two families has been maintained until Junchen's generation, and if it doesn't come out of that matter, it may last longer.

"She's how's up?" Jun Chen didn't have any fluctuations on the surface, but there was still a trace of waves in his heart.