Country D.

"Ahhh

A roar of pain erupted from the top floor of the KNT Institute.

It's a man's voice.

He howled like a badly wounded beast, so heartbreaking, with an incomparably powerful penetrating power, that it made people tremble in the dark silence.

Wen Yuan, who was lying on the hospital bed, was covered with medical equipment, he gritted his teeth, his hands were clenched into fists, the green tendons protruding from the back of his hands seemed to be about to burst through the blood vessels in the next second, and the green tendons also burst out between his forehead and neck, and a pair of gloomy and dead peach blossom eyes oozed a desperate pain, burning with a fire that burned more and more.

There was an uncontrollable look of pain on his face, so painful that he could barely breathe, and he wanted to die immediately.

Whenever he felt this moment of despair, he would always think of Jiang Ruo.

She was his only thought of survival.

It's the faith he holds on.

For several months, he has been in a very painful and difficult treatment every day.

And when he was in pain, what about Jiang Ruo?

Is she living happily with Wen Huai?

Could she have forgotten about him?

The room reverberated with Wen Yuan's cracked wail, and at this moment, it was as if time had gone back in time, going back to some old yellowed oath.

"My Ah Yuan will be 100 years old."

"I will always love Yuan."

"Ah Yuan is the best."

Jiang Ruo's sweet voice brushed Wen Yuan's ears, and all this happened as if it happened yesterday, and his memory was still fresh.

The most painful part has finally been over.

After a while, Wen Yuan suddenly called, "Little Ruo'er!"

Immediately afterward, his consciousness began to gradually return to his place, and his vision gradually became clearer, and he finally woke up after experiencing a painful meal like peeling and cramping.

Wen Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, panting heavily, his breathing was heavy, and a muffled snort slowly overflowed, which was the residual pain.

He's trying to survive.

Survive the age of thirty!

In another week, he will be successfully discharged from the hospital and return to China to find Jiang Ruo.

Will she be happy?

The necklace around Wen Yuan's neck was never taken off, and inside was his and Jiang Ruo's little daughter, their first child.

He raised his hand and stroked it gently, "Baby, do you want Mommy?"

See you soon!

Wen Yuan whispered again, "Xiao Ruo'er, do you miss me?"

At least, he wanted to, very much.

I want to snatch her over, imprison her, and I can only look at him as a man forever!

Be his wife, give him a child.

..

Wen Yuan was neatly dressed, and once again returned to his violent and unruly appearance of Prince Wen, and left the ward arrogantly and wantonly.

A dimly lit basement with only a skylight shining in the light, the atmosphere is very oppressive, breathless, and the feeling of waiting for the judgment of death is too hopeless.

As the iron door opened, the man entered in black shoes, and the low footsteps were mixed with indifference, as if walking in everyone's heart, full of oppression, and like a storm of poison, which could instantly erode the nerves and cells of his body.

Wen Yuan was dressed in a majestic black suit, his face was cold, his facial features were very handsome like knife carvings, and his eyes were cruel.

He was tall and long, and the light of the skylight shone on his cheeks and shoulders, and he looked at the kneeling people in the room like ants.

Wen Yuan had a cigarette in his mouth, Mo Yin respectfully took a lighter and lit it for him, and he asked casually, "Where are the people from Zhuangyan?"

Mo Yin hung his head, and said with little confidence: "Ran away."

In an instant, Wen Yuan lifted his eyelids and stared at him, his eyes were sharp, and the light of his cold eyes made people feel cold, "Useless waste."

Wen Yuan took a deep puff of cigarette, the white mist diffused at his slender fingertips, the scarlet cigarette butt was clearly ambiguous, curling up, and the smoke blurred his face.

"These are all with the banker

A subordinate of the weir?" Wen Yuan looked at the past one by one, and he could run away from the monk, but he couldn't run away from the temple.

Since Zhuang Yan dares to betray him, then he will kill all Zhuang Yan's people!

Let these souls go to Zhuang Yan to tell their grievances!

Mo Yin: "That's all you can catch."

"I heard that he also has a younger brother who is the killer of the Lifer organization in Country Y."

"As expected, Zhuang Yan is from Wenhuai's side."

Wen Yuan took a cigarette in his mouth, walked slowly to the opposite wall, picked up an incomparably solid iron rod, and said with emotion, "Four years, four years by my side."

"In other words, not long after Wen Huai came to the Wen family, he was already planning to kill me."

"I've been dormant for so long, and in order to gain my trust, it seems that he's been helping me research ways to deal with Wen Huai."

No wonder Wen Huai is so difficult to hypnotize, it took more than three years to succeed, no wonder Wen Huai was able to recover his memory suddenly, it turned out that it was all because of him!

Wen Huai had escaped once before, and I am afraid it was also the reason for Zhuangyan's dark box operation.

Even on the side of Dijing Xiangtan, there are many people in Wenhuai.

If not, it would not have allowed him to sit in prison for several days, and Wen Xing would have been dispatched.

Wen Yuan narrowed his eyes, threw away the cigarette butt, and crushed it with his foot, "What a damn!"

In order to alleviate his pain during treatment, Si Jinxing has been doing shallow hypnosis for him, and everything has been developing in a good direction, and there has been no mistake until... ap.

Half a month ago, he suddenly felt that his body had taken a sharp turn, becoming more and more trough, and he was dying.

And during a certain treatment, he woke up unexpectedly halfway and happened to bump into Zhuang Yan doing things to his body, and then he finally understood what was going on!

"Don't kill me, don't, ah!"

Wen Yuan picked up the iron rod and walked towards the first person without hesitation, with so much strength, he directly shot his head, and the blood suddenly splashed in the air and splashed on his face.

An oppressive and bloody aesthetic of violence is playing out in the house.

Wen Yuan was extremely ruthless and ferocious, his eyes were bloodthirsty and cold, without the slightest human emotion, and he wantonly vented his anger and the pain of being betrayed.

"All traitors, all deserve to die!"

"All to death!"

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

His eyes were red, his gray eyelids sickly, his red lips opening with a hearty smile, twisting wildly, and freeing him from a demon from hell.

Killing, tyranny.

The iron rod waved again and again, Wen Yuan's mood became higher and higher, and his eyes flashed with fierce light.

The kneeling men shook into a sieve, forced to meet death.

Eventually, there was a pool of blood all over the ground.

Wen Yuan threw away the iron rod with satisfaction, his voice was like counting the cold iron stained with ice slag in the cold nine days, cold and piercing, "Thoroughly investigate the Moshan Society, as long as it is a person who is Wen Huai, it will be killed!"

"Don't let go of even his relatives and friends!"

He seemed to have become more bloodthirsty and brutal than before.

Coming out of the basement, the bright sunlight shone on Wen Yuan's body, but it couldn't warm the cold anger on his body, it was a ferocious and vicious carved into his bones.

Wen Yuan raised his eyes slightly and looked at the sun far away in the sky, and in the next second, Jiang Ruo's charming face changed in front of him, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly: "Xiao Ruo'er, wait a little longer, it's going to be soon."

There is still a week.

After this week, he will be able to go to her!

"Little Ruo'er, you can't escape!"

She can only be his!