Chapter 392 Song Qiyuan's Bruised Nose and Swollen Face
Song Qiyuan suddenly turned around, but Ye Siming moved faster!
Suddenly, his slender and powerful palms directly strangled Song Qiyuan's neck.
He quickly pressed him until the back of Song Qiyuan's head pressed against the pillar at the door!
The severe pain made Song Qiyuan extremely angry: "Ye Siming! You forced your way into my house and injured my servants. What do you want to do?"
Ye Siming sneered, and there were many contempts.
"You might as well ask yourself what you did."
He grabbed Song Qiyuan's collar and pulled him in front of him.
Although Song Qiyuan was a few years older than him, Ye Siming was actually a little taller than him.
As they got closer, Song Qiyuan could feel the murderous aura that Ye Siming was unrestrained.
He glanced inadvertently and found that Ye Siming had obvious blood on his collar, and even on his cuffs.
Is this guy just killed someone and went crazy when he came to his house again?
Ye Siming's tone was cold and his eyes were full of coldness.
"Song Qiyuan, we should reach a consensus. That is, if you don't think about taking action when Gu Nuoer is there in the future.
If something happens to her, I will let you die without a place to die. If you don’t believe it, just try it.”
A trace of guilt flashed in Song Qiyuan's eyes, and he was still angry and quibbling: "I don't understand what nonsense you are talking about at all. Who is involved with the little princess!"
Ye Siming just sneered.
The assassin they sent caused Gu Nuoer to fall into the water. The Song family thought that if they could silence people, they would be perfect?
Ye Siming did not seize the direct evidence, but he had his own way to punish Song Qiyuan.
He let go of his hand and pushed Song Qiyuan back a few steps.
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "Since you have brought the silver spear, let's compete. I just have more time today, so I'm not afraid to practice with you."
At this time, the well-trained guards of the Song Mansion all came over.
Ye Siming looked back and saw: "All are here? Then let's go together."
He has something to do later.
Song Qiyuan had long wanted to avenge his previous shame.
This Ye Siming not only robbed him of his credit, but also humiliated him!
Let’s see how he beat Ye Siming up all over the ground today!
He held the red tassel silver dragon spear tightly in both hands and said to Ye Siming: "This is what you said yourself. If you lose the competition, don't cry."
After saying that, he suddenly assassinated first.
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Song Quan paced back and forth in the study, but had not waited for news for a long time.
I wonder how Song Qiyuan and Ye Siming negotiated.
The mansion is so quiet, it must be that Ye Siming was driven away.
Thinking of this, Song Quan sneered with his hands behind his back.
"It's just a young boy who doesn't know how to be rich. He really thinks that he can do whatever he wants if he has good skills? It's time to learn some lessons."
Song Quan was very sure that even if Ye Siming wanted to cause trouble, he would be repelled by the well-trained guards.
After all, they were all soldiers of the Song family army in the past, and they had gone to the battlefield and experienced the smoke of gunpowder.
However, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the roof.
Song Quan frowned and looked up in confusion.
Sudden!
Bang—
The tiles of the house were broken and fell, and Song Quan hurriedly hid aside.
A man fell directly to the ground in front of him.
Song Quan looked closely and saw that this blue-skinned man was his precious son, Song Qiyuan!
Song Qiyuan was already in a coma, and his nose bleeding was astonishingly conspicuous.
"Yuan'er!" Song Quan was frightened and rushed over to check his injuries.
At this moment, a slight sneer came from the roof.