Xu Zhiming had no time to stop, and the iron rod suddenly fell on Axiu's head.

Bang!

Blood splattered, Axiu's eyes turned white, and she fainted.

"Axiu!"

A shrill wail echoed, and Qin Yueshu struggled and rushed to Axiu's side, shaking her hard.

"Axiu, wake up! Axiu!"

The gurgling blood flowed slowly, like a bright red carpet.

The hideous wounds seemed to tell everyone what happened just now.

"Bastards... a bunch of bastards..."

Xu Hai was shaking all over, his eyes were red, and he struggled to get up.

However, he had been beaten severely before, and now he didn't even have the strength to stand up. He could only stare at his father with grief and anger.

"Dad! Stop fighting!"

"I beg you, dad...wuwuwu...if you hit me again, you will really die!"

However, the He family on the side were yelling excitedly at this time.

"Fight! Fight immediately!"

"As long as you interrupt Qin Yueshu's hands and feet, you and your son will survive!"

"Such a great opportunity, do you want to miss it?!"

Facing his son's prayers and He Lin's vicious instigation, Xu Zhiming closed his eyes in pain and seemed to be thinking a lot.

After a long while, he suddenly opened his eyes, with a determined look on his face, and held the iron rod tightly in his right hand.

"Son, maybe one day you will blame me, but you have to understand that everything your father is doing now is to save you!"

He gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes filled with grief and anger, and he couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

"I'm sorry, Qin Yueshu, I did it for my son..."

Under the gaze of everyone with different expressions, Xu Zhiming raised his arm and dropped it heavily again!

Qin Yueshu didn't even close her eyes, staring at He Lin and others with resentful eyes, as if she wanted to engrav their looks firmly in her heart.

"You all will die badly!"

At this critical moment, a black shadow broke through the door at lightning speed and rushed into the villa.

As the iron rod fell, the dark shadow had already arrived in front of Qin Yueshu.

A low muffled sound echoed, and Xu Zhiming felt a violent shock coming from his hand, and his entire arm went numb instantly.

He raised his arm and was surprised to find that the iron rod was bent directly!

What did it hit?

Xu Zhiming was extremely surprised and looked down.

The next second, he was completely stunned, and then he was extremely frightened, and his eyes looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Ning, Ning, Ning, Ning Chen?!"

Isn't Ning Chen already dead?

Why did you appear here?!

Tang Zihao, who was sitting on the sofa, looked calm before suddenly standing up from the sofa, his eyes almost popping out of his head.

"Is it you? Aren't you dead?"

Beside him, He Lin was horrified.

"Master Tang, didn't you say this guy is dead?!"

He Jianqiang and Jiang Xiuping thought about the other side, with extremely frightened looks on their faces.

"C-could it be haunted?"

Xu Hai, who was lying in the corner, suddenly became excited.

That figure, no matter how much it changed, he couldn't admit it was wrong!

"Mr. Ning! You are finally back!"

"Xiao...Xiaochen..."

Qin Yueshu, who was lying on the ground, stared blankly at that delicate face, tremblingly reaching out to touch it, but she suddenly retracted it.

"Xiao, Xiaochen...I'm about to die...so am I hallucinating too?"
Chapter completed!