"You are talking? Why don't you talk? I'm trying to tell you what you think? Little bastard, I must chop you alive and chop you!" Yang Zhongyong took a few more breaths, then took two big steps to Liang Chen, and slashed again.

Surprisingly, this time, Liang Chen did not hide, but just closed his eyes and let the knife slash at his forehead.

The sword wind was wide open and the coldness was refreshing, but that knife did not slash it.

Liang Chen slowly opened his eyes and saw the big knife hovering on his forehead. The cold light flashed on the blade, which was shocking when he looked up.

"Why don't you hide?" Yang Zhongyong's eyes were filled with cold electricity, and he stared at him and snorted angrily.

"I did something wrong. Whether I was proactive or passive, I should pay the price. So, you are qualified to punish me." Liang Chen said helplessly in sighing.

Yang Zhongyong looked at him silently, his eyes gradually becoming gentle from the initial cold and cold. Finally, he suddenly put away the knife and threw it away. With the clanging sound of the big knife falling to the ground, he sighed, walked to the table, picked up the bowl of wine that had not yet been drunk, and killed the bowl of wine in one sip, and then slapped the table, "Come here, pour me wine!"

Liang Chen walked over silently, poured a bowl of wine for Yang Zhongyong, and picked up the bowl of wine himself, and touched Yang Zhongyong and got dry.

Then, fill it up again and kill it again.

After three bowls in a row, Yang Zhongyong's eyes began to be covered with a hazy layer of wine, and Liang Chen also felt a little drunk.

"Boy, I came to you not for these two things. Unexpectedly, you said you were exposed and you couldn't blame me. However, I could hear everything you said just now. Yes, all this actually has nothing to do with you. It was all caused by that girl Meiqi. Not only did she hurt you, but also my little leaf. Alas, this poor child has been without a father or mother since childhood, and now he has suffered such a blow..." Yang Zhongyong's eyes were red when he said this, and he didn't know if it was steamed by wine or whether it was really touched.

At this moment, Liang Chen had nothing to say. In fact, he didn't know what to say.

He just silently poured wine for Yang Zhongyong and himself, and then dried it one bowl after another.

Yang Zhongyong wiped his eyes and suddenly slapped the table again with a "bang". The bowls and plates on the table were aroused, "Little bastard, even if you are innocent, all this is because of you, and you can't escape. This time, death penalty is inevitable, and living crime cannot be escaped. You must give me an explanation."

"What kind of explanation do you need?" Liang Chen silently drank a bowl of wine, then raised his head and looked at Yang Zhongyong. He had made up his mind that as long as Yang Zhongyong asked his so-called explanation not to violate his principles, he could do whatever explanation.
Chapter completed!