"Xuanyuan Wei. Do you think I can't touch you? Can't touch your son yet?"

Xuanyuan Feng frowned slightly, and his demonic facial features showed a little condensation: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Tang Zirou's smile became brighter and brighter. She moved very slowly. She took out a piece of paper from her bag and placed it in front of Xuanyuan Wei.

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"Thirty years ago, you shouldn't be soft-hearted. That child did not die at your hands. I was born."

Tang Zirou said this on purpose. Xuanyuan Wei had never been soft-hearted at that time. If his father hadn't come forward, he would have died long ago at the hands of those men.

That's how she hates it, very much.

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She took out a piece of paper from her bag and a photo, which showed Tang Yichen's face. Looking carefully, his facial features blended the advantages of his father and mother.

"Did you see? This is the child I gave birth to back then. Tang Yichen."

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"He is your seed. Your wild species"

She extended the tail sound and aggravated the pronunciation of the two words "Beast".

Xuanyuan Wei's lips tightly pursed, looking at the photo on her hand and the piece of paper, he didn't take it. However, he had already seen the contents on the paper clearly.

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"Xuanyuan Wei, didn't you say that the child was a wild breeder back then? I really raised him like a wild breeder. I treated him like a dog, and he would do whatever he asked him to do."

Xuanyuan Wei's face was not very good-looking. Tang Zirou saw it and felt more proud in her heart.

"Do you know how cruel your son is? He is much crueler than you."

"He robbed Qilintang's goods, and then blamed Longtang. The woman in Qilintang really thought it was your Longtang made it. She ruined max."

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Xuanyuan Wei's face had changed, and Tang Zirou was still continuing. She suppressed her anger and hatred for thirty years and would burst out all today.

"Do you know now? Your max is ruined by your own son."

"But the wild breed is the wild breed. He did not inherit your coldness. He fell in love with that woman, the woman named Gu. I heard that your people took Gu Jingting away. He went to save her."

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Tang Zirou stretched out her hand and tapped on Xuanyuan Wei's chest: "Guess. What happened?"

Xuanyuan Wei's face was already ugly. Tang Zirou laughed out loud again: "He is dead, he is dead at the hands of your assassination master Long."

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Xuanyuan Wei grabbed Tang Zirou's hand: "What did you say?"

"Xuanyuan Wei, how does it feel to kill your son? How does your son feel to die under your most powerful man?"

"You--" Xuanyuan Van snatched the paper, which clearly stated that Xuanyuan Van and Tang Yichen, dna determined that 99.99% of the relationship between father and son. There is also that photo. If you look carefully, although your eyebrows and eyes look like Tang Zirou, your facial features, nose and face shape are indeed like him-

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"Tang Zirou——"

Holding her hands tightly, Xuanyuan's narrow eyes almost burst into flames: "You are so good."

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"I learned from you." Tang Zirou's hand was very painful when he grabbed it, but she couldn't feel it. Thirty years, thirty years.

Falling in love with this man, he is bullied.

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The girl's simplest and most beautiful first love, her youth, her feelings, her body, and her life are all destroyed by Xuanyuan Wei.

No one understands her hatred, she really hates him. He hates his indifference and his coldness.

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I hate his viciousness even more. I hate his pervertedness. Thinking of those men's hands and his original plans, such hatred is enough to be overwhelming.

"You don't know. I want your son to do more. It's best to destroy you. The Dragon Hall will destroy you, and let you father and son die together. It's best to let you kill each other. That's the result I want to see."

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"What a pity, it's really a pity." She didn't expect that Tang Yichen was still a love affair. She could even abandon the position of the head of the Tang family for Gu Jingting.

He even took risks for her and even wanted to live.

"I think you must have not thought of it, did you? Hahaha." Her smile was stopped.

Xuanyuan Wei's hands tightly pinched her neck: "Tang Zirou, do you really think I dare not kill you, do you?"

"You dare. Of course you dare." Tang Zirou sneered: "You are the head of Longtang's family, the famous Xuanyuan Vajra. What are you afraid of?"

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Her neck was uncomfortable being pinched by him, but she felt extremely proud inside. She smiled hard, laughing wildly, and laughed proudly: "If you kill me, I can't save your son. Xuanyuan Wei. Ha. You didn't kill your son thirty years ago, but now you have your wish. You should be happy."

Her words made Xuanyuan Wei let go of his hand. As soon as Tang Zirou got free, she gasped and reached out to stroke her neck.

"Tang Zirou, you're done with your words, you can get out."

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Tang Zirou widened her eyes, almost unable to believe that Xuanyuan Wei had returned to her calm face at this time: "Xuanyuan Wei, did you hear that you didn't? Your subordinates killed your son, your biological son."

"Is that true?" Xuanyuan Wei smiled, and the smile did not reach his eyes at all: "DNA Report, you dare to use it to fool me with something like this that you can buy as long as you have money. Do you think I am only three years old?"

"Don't you believe it?" Tang Zirou's face changed.

"Why should I believe it?" Xuanyuan Qi snorted coldly: "It's just a wild species. You're just a spy. I'll let you fall on me? I advise you to figure it out before you can talk about it."

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"Xuanyuan Wei, you bastard." He insulted her thirty years ago, but he still treated her like this thirty years later.

Tang Zirou couldn't suppress her anger, and she rushed towards Xuanyuan Wei, even forgot about her own kung fu, and only attacked him without any rules.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you."

Again and again, I was humiliated and bullied by this man again and again.

The anger in my heart has long been unsuppressed.

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Xuanyuan Wei was not aware of it for a moment and was hit by her several times. His face looked a little unwilling, and he stretched out his hand and stopped her behavior in two strokes.

She shook her body hard to the ground: "I don't have the habit of hitting women, but it's not absolutely. Get out of here before I do it."

Tang Zirou looked at Xuanyuan Wei, feeling helpless and desperate inside.

"Xuanyuan, the tiger will not eat the poison. If you kill your own son, you will be retribution. You will definitely be retribution."

"Hahahaha. Your son is dead. dead."

She smiled coldly and stood up in a slight embarrassment.

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He straightened his body, raised his head and walked out with his chest.

It turns out that for Xuanyuan Wei, it doesn't matter whether he is his son. He has no heart at all, no heart-

He didn't care at all, so what's the point of her having been planning hard for so many years?

No, it’s meaningless. Tang Zirou, you are such a tragedy. That man has no heart. You fell in love with a heartless man.

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Your life is destroyed by a heartless man.

Step by step, she slowly left Xuanyuan Wei's villa. When she persisted in the car, she completely softened.

"Madam?" Uncle Zhong looked at her, his eyes a little worried. She waved her hand and closed her eyes.

"Go home."

Tang Yichen died, and everything was over.

Tang Zirou, this is your life, you are in a mess.

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After Tang Zirou left the door, Xuanyuan's face became extremely ferocious, and his eyes swept to the piece of paper that had just fallen to the ground, with his narrow eyes a little sinister.

After looking at the open living room door, the servant had already told him not to enter the living room, and there was no one in the living room at this time.

He walked forward and picked up the piece of paper on the ground, 99.99%?

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A little coldness arose at the corner of his lips. He kneaded the paper in his hand into a ball, raised his eyes to look at the empty living room, but finally threw the ball of paper into the trash can and went upstairs without looking back.
To be continued...