Chapter 772: Zhu Bilian’s Resentment

Mr. Xie and Mr. Ding were lying on the ground, watching in horror as Ning Chen crushed Tang Zhenyu's head.

He was a descendant of the Eight Great Families of Imperial Capital, and he 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 trembling all over.

Tang Zhenyu, whom he regarded as his backstage, died worse than a wild dog on the roadside, and not even his body was left behind.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Seeing Ning Chen's eyes move towards him, he immediately lay down on the ground and kowtowed crazily.

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

"I still want to live. I really know I was wrong...don't kill me!"

After knocking for hundreds of times, he finally looked up at Ning Chen. His face was covered with broken glass and blood.

Just looking at it makes people feel terrified.

But he still managed to put on a smile, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes: "Ning, Ning Chen... You see, I helped you find the mastermind behind the scenes, and I have done something good..."

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

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

Ning Chen glanced at him and said calmly: "If the merit is not worth the effort, you will deserve to die."

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

Immediately, Ning Chen strode away, leaving the house full of mess.

In the house, Mr. Xie and Mr. Ding helped each other to get up and stood side by side with the worshiper outside the door.

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

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

Mr. Ding nodded with lingering fear: "The young master is also unlucky to have provoked such a person... If this person behaves like this in the Imperial Capital, I am afraid he will cause a storm..."

The headless corpse lay in the room, looking extremely bloody.

All the bar staff who wanted to check were blocked by the three priests.

Kick! Kick! Kick!

More than twenty minutes later, a series of hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor, approaching quickly.

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

The three worshipers hurriedly came up to greet them and greeted them in a low voice: "Madam..."

Zhu Bilian was wearing sunglasses, her expression was invisible, but her voice was hoarse: "Is my son... in the room?"

"Yes... Madam, it's better not to go in." Mr. Xie couldn't bear it, "Young master... died miserably."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhu Bilian's body trembled slightly, as if she had been struck by something.

In the silence, there seemed to be endless sadness brewing.

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

The strong smell of blood greeted her face, and Zhu Bilian recognized her son's body at a glance.

thump!

Her knees weakened and she knelt directly at the door, her sadness erupting like a tide in an instant.

"Zhenyu!"

"My son!!!"

Almost half-crawling, she walked through the glass fragments and came to Tang Zhenyu's body. She stretched out her hands tremblingly and hugged the body.

Tears fell from his eyes like strings of beads.

She finally took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of eyes that had been red and swollen from crying.

"Son... son... what will mom do if you leave?"

Zhu Bilian cried loudly and wailed heartbreakingly.

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

It seems that I can see the figure walking out from here.

"Ning Chen...I want you to pay with blood!"

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

The voice was shrill and extremely vicious.
Chapter completed!