Chapter 772 Zhu Bilian’s resentment

Mr. Xie and Mr. Ding were lying on the ground, watching Ning Chen stomp Tang Zhenyu's head, and were extremely frightened.

Who is the son of the Eighth Lords of the Imperial Capital, and was trampled to death like this?

Of course, this kid is not afraid of anything?!

In the corner, Wang Long was even more frightened and his whole body was trembling.

Tang Zhenyu, who was regarded as the backstage by him, died even worse than the wild dogs on the roadside, and he could not even keep the entire body.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Seeing Ning Chen's eyes shifting, he lay directly on the ground and kowtowed wildly.

"Ning Chen...please, please...don't kill me!"

"I still want to live, I really know I'm wrong... Don't kill me!"

After kowtowing hundreds of times, he looked up at Ning Chen, his face covered in broken glass and his face was covered with blood.

Just watching makes people feel furious.

But he still smiled with difficulty, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes: "Ning, Ning Chen... Look, I have made contributions to help you find the mastermind behind the scenes..."

"Although I did something wrong, it was all his commander! I'm just an errand runner!"

"Please, let me go...I was wrong..."

Ning Chen glanced at him and said lightly: "If you don't deserve it, you should die."

After saying that, the spiritual power in the palm condensed and directly blasted out, smashing Wang Long's head to pieces.

Immediately, Ning Chen strode away, leaving a mess in the room.

In the room, Mr. Xie and Mr. Ding supported each other and stood side by side with the worshipper outside the door.

Looking at the tragic situation in the house, I felt frightened and uneasy.

"This young man is so cruel!" Xie Lao said in a hoarse voice.

Old Ding nodded with lingering fear: "Young Master is also unlucky. He actually provoked such a person... This person acted like this in the imperial capital, and it was probably going to cause some storm..."

Two sentences of the headless corpse lying in the room, looking extremely bloody.

All the bar staff who wanted to check were stopped outside the door by three worshippers.

Pick! Pick! Pick!

More than twenty minutes later, a series of rapid steps rang out in the corridor and approached quickly.

Soon, Zhu Bilian appeared at the door of the room.

The three worshippers hurriedly met and whispered to him: "Madam..."

Zhu Bilian was wearing sunglasses and couldn't tell her expression, but her voice was hoarse: "Is my son... in the room?"

"Yes...Madam, don't go in." Mr. Xie was a little reluctant, "Young Master... died miserably."

As soon as this said, Zhu Bilian's body trembled slightly, as if it was hit by something.

In silence, it seems that there is endless sadness brewing.

After a long time, she raised her hand and pushed open the door.

The strong smell of blood came towards me, and Zhu Bilian recognized her son's body at a glance.

thump!

Her knees softened and she knelt directly at the door, and the sadness burst out like a tide.

"Zhenyu!"

"My son!!!"

She almost half crawled through the glass, walked past the slag, came to Tang Zhenyu's body, tremblingly reached out and hugged the body.

Tears fell from the eyes like strings of beads.

She finally took off her sunglasses, which were her eyes that had already been crying red and swollen.

"Son...son...what should you do if you leave?"

Zhu Bilian cried loudly while wailing heart-wrenchingly.

After a long time, the crying finally subsided. She hugged Tang Zhenyu's body tightly, staring at the door with red eyes.

It seemed as if you could see the figure walking out from here.

"Ning Chen...I want you to pay your blood debts and blood!

"I want you to watch with your own eyes, the person you love the most is tortured to death before your eyes!"

The voice is shrill and extremely resentful.
Chapter completed!