Chapter 642 The heroine 2 who is about to be cremated at the beginning
Mu Yanchen looked at Jiang Xu again, and smiled contemptuously and maliciously at Jiang Xu.
While walking slowly towards Jiang Xu, he said to the two bodyguards without looking back, "You two go out, remember to close the door." ”
The two bodyguards didn't dare to say much, and as soon as Mu Yanchen spoke, the two of them walked out of Jiang Xu's room as quickly as possible.
Seeing this, Jiang Xu's eyes were still deep and calm, and he leaned against the wall coldly and quietly.
Facing Jiang Xu's indifferent eyes, Mu Yanchen was slightly stunned, feeling that the person in front of him seemed to be different.
However, Jiang Xu's appearance as if he was not afraid of death stimulated Mu Yanchen, Mu Yanchen's eyes suddenly became a little more gloomy, and he walked quickly to Jiang Xu and bit the words, "It's a big fate, it's like this, and I'm not dead yet." ”
"However, it is useless to survive, I say you are dead, you are dead."
As he spoke, Mu Yanchen's fingers tapped the ring on his hand, and then there was an extra dagger in his hand, his eyes were full of murderous energy, and he raised the dagger with a cruel smile and stabbed it at Jiang Xu.
Just when the dagger was a few centimeters away from Jiang Xu, the aura around Jiang Xu's body suddenly changed, and the bottom of his calm and deep eyes was soaked with anger, like a hunting bird of prey bouncing off the ground.
"Click!"
"Ahh
The sound of bone cracking sounded, accompanied by Mu Yanchen's miserable screams.
Jiang Xu's eyes were quenched with a dangerous and cold dark color, and the aura around him was dangerous and terrifying, he imprisoned Mu Yanchen's arm with one hand, grabbed his hair with the other, and slammed into the wall when he pressed his head.
"Bang!"
In an instant, Mu Yanchen was hit on his head and bled out, and the screams sounded again.
Jiang Xu didn't stop, grabbed Mu Yanchen's hair, and continued to press his head against the wall......
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Although the door of the room was closed, the sound insulation of this room was not the best, listening to the faint screams in the room, the two bodyguards only felt that their scalps were numb and a little crazy.
The two of them stood up straight, their bodies tense, and they didn't dare to move.
"What's going on inside?"
Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ears, and the two bodyguards turned their heads together, and they saw a man with a handsome face walking towards this side, this was Mu Yiyang, the eldest young master of the Mu family.
"Young Master." The two said hello in unison.
As for Mu Yiyang's questioning......
Thinking that this was Jiang Xu's brother, the two hesitated.
At that moment, another terrible scream came from the room, and this scream was more terrible than any of them.
The two bodyguards shook in unison.
Seeing this, Mu Yiyang frowned, "What?" Dumb? ”
"Yes...... It's the Eighth Young Master, he's ...... He ......"
The bodyguard opened his mouth tremblingly, stunned to say an incomplete sentence.
Mu Yiyang didn't wait for him to finish, but frowned and asked, "Mu Jiangxu is not dead?" ”
The tone was very indifferent, and even a little dissatisfied, dissatisfied with Jiang Xu not dying.
The two bodyguards bowed their heads and nodded.
After talking to the two bodyguards, the screams in the room also disappeared, Mu Yiyang walked straight to the door, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door of the room, "Eighth brother, the hearse has arrived, move quickly." ”
The two bodyguards listened to Mu Yiyang's words and were shocked.
This is the seventh young master's own brother, this is ......
Want to connive at Mu Yanchen to kill his own brother?
The two bodyguards were shocked by Mu Yiyang's words, and suddenly, the door of the room was opened, and then a figure appeared at the door.
The three people standing at the door turned their heads sideways and looked at the young man who appeared at the door, and saw that the young man had changed into a new dress, and was turning a dagger with porcelain-white clean fingers, leaning against the door expressionlessly.