nycdaug Chapter 345 Kill! Revenge!
Chapter 345 Kill! Revenge!
A broad and big hand was grasping the slender white wrist.
The bones are distinct.
The fingers are long and slender.
Qi Pan's heart suddenly beat rapidly.
She couldn't explain clearly how she felt about Ying Zheng now.
Recalling the scene he dreamed last night, Qi Pan shuddered again.
My mind suddenly became clear.
She gently broke free from Ying Zheng's hand.
Took a small step back.
He looked up at Ying Zheng and said, "Brother, why are you here?"
Ying Zheng didn't think much about it. He withdrew his hand and looked at Qi Pan with a gentle expression.
"I know you've left the palace, and I was worried about you, so I came to see you."
"How is it? Didn't this guy hurt you just now?"
As he spoke, Ying Zheng looked over Qi Pan nervously.
Only after confirming that she had no obvious injuries did he breathe a sigh of relief.
I'm glad the Imperial Master is okay!
Scared him to death!
The man just now spoke rudely and frivolously to the national teacher.
There was a stern look in Ying Zheng's eyes.
He said coldly to Eleven who was standing beside him, "Go, check this guy out."
"Look at who you are, how dare you disrespect the Imperial Master!"
"promise!"
Eleven obeys the order.
Ying Zheng looked at Qi Pan again, his eyes full of concern.
Qi Pan said, "I'm fine."
She looked at the eight people lying on the ground, thought for a moment and said.
"Brother, send these people to build the Great Wall."
"They are short of people over there, send them over there."
"After a few days of feeding, you can start working."
"They look pretty strong and have a lot of strength."
“Best suited for rough and heavy work.”
"it is good."
Ying Zheng agreed immediately.
He said to the Black Ice Guard, "Take them all away."
"promise."
Several Black Ice Guards stepped forward and picked up the eight people who were lying wailing on the ground, one in each hand, and carried them away.
"Master! Master! Something bad has happened!!!"
In a mansion, a servant ran in from the door in panic, crawling and tumbling!
He ran and shouted, "Master! Master!"
“Oh no, oh no!!!”
He Zhao was sitting in the hall and heard the servants shouting.
He said impatiently to the manager beside him.
"Go and see what's going on with all the yelling and shouting?!"
"Yes, sir."
The manager hurried out.
He almost collided with the servant who was running over!
"Ouch!"
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"What are you doing yelling and making such clumsy moves?!"
The manager's cold scolding!
The servant had a sad face and was trembling all over!
"No, that's bad! Take care of things......"
He Zhao walked out with a frown and said to the steward and the attendant.
"What's going on? What's the noise?"
"What happened?"
"Master..."
The attendant swallowed and said, "Master..."
Upon hearing about his son, He Zhao hurriedly asked.
"What's wrong, Master? Tell me now!"
"Young Master...dead, dead..."
what? !
The young master is dead? ?
Son, his son........dead???
When He Zhao heard this, he stared in disbelief!
"W-what did you say?!"
"Can you say that again!"
The servant's face was pale and his whole body was trembling.
"Master, Master is dead. He was, was killed......"
He saw it with his own eyes!
The young master said he wanted to drink wine from Jufu Restaurant and asked him to buy a jar.
He took the silver and went.
When he came back, he saw the young master flirting with the woman on the street again.
He was about to go over with the wine jar in his arms, but suddenly he saw a man appearing out of nowhere.
He stood in front of the young master and slashed his neck with one sword.
The young master died.
Even his head was cut off.
terror!
horrible! !
He even dropped the wine and ran back to report the news!
He Zhao staggered.
The manager quickly stepped forward to support him.
He looked at the attendant and spoke quickly.
"Tell me! What's going on?!"
"How could the young master die? Tell us everything in detail!"
"If you are lying, the master and I will never forgive you!!"
"How dare I lie!"
The servant was about to cry, "Today the young master was wandering the streets as usual."
"Tell me to go to Jufu Restaurant to buy a jar of wine, and I'll go."
"When I came back, I saw the young master was flirting... talking to a woman."
"Then a man came out of nowhere, took out a sword, and cut off the young master's head."
what? !
The head was cut off? ! !
He Zhao's already pale face turned even uglier in an instant!
His lips trembled, "My son, my son's head was cut off?"
“Not even a whole body left?”
The servant trembled all over and nodded with a stiff face.
"Yes........"
boom! ! !
He Zhao just felt dizzy!
I can hardly stand!
His son died?
His son is dead!
Or he died by having his head chopped off!
Not even a complete corpse was left!!
"who is it?!"
"Who is so cruel?! Who killed my son so brutally?!"
He Zhao had a dark face and was breathing heavily.
A pair of eyes stared at the servant.
The attendant trembled and squeezed out a few words, "I, I don't know..."
"I have never seen that person, and I can't tell who they are."
The attendant added, recalling what he had seen.
"I only saw a man and a woman, with a few guards."
"That man and the guard both look like they have some experience with fighting."
"Others, the little ones are really hard to tell."
The steward quickly said, "Master!"
"There's no time to lose, they definitely haven't gone far!"
"We must avenge the young master!"
"Those people were so bold as to kill the young master with swords in broad daylight."
"They even cut off their heads. We absolutely cannot let them go!"
He Zhao also knew that things were definitely not that simple.
It must be his son, molesting a woman again.
The other party took action because he couldn't bear it.
But his son was accompanied by eight strong servants...
Thinking of those servants, He Zhao asked quickly.
"Where are He Da, He Er and the other eight?"
"Are they just going to watch the young master being beaten to death?"
If they dare to do so, they will not be able to escape death when they come back!
The attendant quickly said, "He Da and the others were also beaten."
"But he's probably not dead. He's just lying on the ground and can't get up."
When he heard that they were not dead and only his son was dead.
He Zhao felt unbalanced at this moment.
If anyone is to die, it should be He Da and his friends.
Why did his son die?
He didn't have time to think about it, and quickly ordered the steward to gather the people in the mansion.
Led by the attendants, a group of people marched out of the mansion and headed towards the street where He Chengju died.
In addition to He Zhao, the manager and the attendants, there were roughly thirty or forty people.
Some of them were thugs hired by He Zhao in his mansion, and each of them was strong and healthy.
They all know some boxing and kicking.
The rest were the servants in the mansion. Except for those who served the ladies, all the others had come.