She was born noble, and she should be the most proud and noble woman in the world.

This humble and embarrassing moment should be the fate of Duan Ruan Ruan and Duan Yanbing, the two lowly people, not hers!

Yan Wenqing stood by the door and looked at her coldly, with the expression on her face as if it was frozen, without any expression.

"Yan Wenqing...you can't treat me like this..." She cried to Yan Wenqing, and Duan Yanbing's subordinates sent the blade in. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her skin and blood flowed out.

She was like a chicken strangled by her neck, and her voice begging for mercy came to an abrupt end.

Duan Yanbing's subordinates grabbed her hair, turned her head, faced the screen projection on the wall, and warned: "I warn you for the last time that I dare to move again..."

He didn't say the result, but just pressed the dagger in his hand into Zhao Manlu's neck again.

Zhao Manlu used all her strength to control herself and not scream.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to scream.

She was afraid that Duan Yanbing's subordinates would startle when she screamed. Duan Yanbing's subordinates shivered and sent the knife into her neck, and her life would be gone.

Her body was tense, and her eyes fell on the screen, and she would never dare to move around again.

Duan Yanbing's eyes locked on the screen projection and coldly ordered: "Continue!"

"Yes, young master!" The bodyguard in the screen cast responded, one, two, three, four, and four consecutively, and the remaining four people were all cut off.

The screams of the four people came one after another, and blood filled the entire screen. There were only five people, and the bloody and gloomy scenes and painful screams seemed to be like hell.

Zhao Manlu was so scared that she wanted to close her eyes, but was forced to open her eyes by the dagger on her neck.

Seeing the tragic situation of five men in the screen cast, she was almost scared, her whole body trembled, and her face was no longer visible.

Yan Yiyi and Yan Jinan were also so scared that their faces were pale and froze, wishing that this was a nightmare.

When they woke up from their dreams, they were still spoiled and noble, the daughter of the Yan family.

Instead of standing like this, like a monkey who was killed to warn the monkey, standing foolishly in fear and helplessness, I wonder if the sharp knife would fall on them in the next second.

The living room was silent, and only the five people whose lives were cut off were left, with painful and sad screams.

A few minutes later, Duan Yanbing waved his hand and the video was cut off.

Watching the screen projection on the wall disappear, Zhao Manlu's body softened and collapsed on the ground, sweating profusely.

She was so sweaty that she had just been taken out of the water.

The situation between Yan Yiyi and Yan Jinan is similar to hers.

They are all spoiled people. From childhood to adulthood, they have never seen such bloody and tragic scenes as they are today.

After a while, Yan Yiyi and Yan Jinan came to Zhao Manlu, and the mother and daughter hugged each other, wanting to cry but not daring to cry. The sob sound leaked out from their clenched lips, miserable and miserable, as if they were suppressed by the demons and were suffering from great fear and grievance.

Duan Yanbing looked at him coldly. After a long time, he suddenly stepped forward and squatted down beside the mother and daughter.

The three people who were originally trembling all over were shaking even more violently, and Zhao Manlu could not help but scream.

Duan Yanbing sneered sarcastically, staring at Zhao Manlu: "How do you feel?"
Chapter completed!