C136 Insulted
C136 Insulted
However, he missed his target. The spot where Yang Ziteng was standing had turned into a pale-faced middle-aged man with eyes as cold as ice.
This middle-aged man was looking at Yang Hanchen like a scorpion, but Uncle Chen couldn't do anything to him.
After a few seconds, the middle-aged man's face suddenly changed. He took a step back and exchanged a look with the other two middle-aged men. He said in shock:
"Protective magic weapon? Damn it, I can't break through his protective magic artifact! We provoked someone we shouldn't have provoked. "
Another middle-aged man smiled sinisterly and said indifferently:
"Junior Brother Song, it doesn't matter. Isn't that Yang Qiu who gave it to that old bastard? Who should we offend? We have to find someone to kill him. Since we can't kill this old bastard. . . This could be considered as a small warning to that fellow. Could it be that our Wonderful Sound Sect is afraid of a brat who has no sect or sect?"
Junior Brother Song nodded his head and said with a sinister smile:
"Although we can't kill this old man, he won't be able to escape either. Hehe, Yang Ziteng. I'll leave these three to you. We want to see. What tricks do you have? If you're ruthless enough. . . I don't mind bringing you back to the Wonderful Sound Sect and taking you in as an outer circle disciple. At that time, you will take over the Yang family's business. The Wonderful Sound Sect will also benefit from it. "
Two lines of blood suddenly appeared in Yang Ziteng's eyes. He stared at Yang Hanchen, then he fiercely kicked Yang Hanchen's chest.
However, his kick missed its target.
Yang Hanchen was still standing in the same spot, motionless.
Yang Ziteng's body trembled, and his face turned pale. He then kicked again, but the result was still the same.
He was so scared that cold sweat broke out all over his body. He kept stepping back and looked at Junior Brother Song in fear.
"Master Song, why. . . !"
"Hehe, even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. We all have ways to deal with this old man. If you want to hit someone, aren't there two of them here? Hehe. This woman is not bad, her figure is really good. Tsk tsk, Yang Ziteng. From what you're saying, between you and this woman. . . What else has happened in the past?"
Yang Ziteng was stunned for a moment, and then a lewd smile appeared on his face. He stared at Du Yumei and slowly walked up to her.
Du Yumei was so scared that her face turned pale and she trembled all over.
"I will kill you, you bastard!!"
Yang Mingshan suddenly roared and lunged at Yang Ziteng. However, he only had time to move one step. His whole body was like a wooden stake. He was frozen on the spot and could not move anymore.
A trace of madness flashed in Yang Ziteng's eyes. He viciously punched Yang Mingshan in the face, as if he had vented his anger. He grabbed the teacup on the table and smashed it on Yang Mingshan's face one after another.
"Ming Shan. . . !"
"Seventh Master!"
Uncle Chen and Du Yumei shouted at the same time. Du Yumei screamed shrilly.
"Help! Help!"
However, the entire room was covered with a barrier. No sound or movement could be heard from the outside.
"I'm going to kill you!!"
Du Yumei cried out in grief and pounced towards Yang Ziteng. Yang Ziteng fiercely punched her in the stomach, causing Du Yumei to bend down on the spot.
"Stinking b * tch, I'll make you feel good later. I'll let your husband watch me this time. Hehe, Seventh Uncle, Seventh Aunt's figure is really good, hahahaha! "
Yang Mingshan was covered in blood as he cried out. However, his body could not move. Only his head could move. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. He looked extremely miserable.
"What's wrong? Are you scared? Hehe, take a look. Tsk tsk, this figure is really good!"
As Yang Ziteng spoke, two sinister and lecherous eyes flashed across Junior Brother Song's eyes. With a light, his hand slowly rotated in the void, as if he was grabbing something. Du Yumei's body was uncontrollably lifted up by him. Both of her hands were spread open, allowing her beautiful figure to be displayed in front of Yang Ziteng.
Yang Ziteng laughed and turned around. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Du Yumei's cheongsam collar. Then, he ripped it down violently.
Rip!
Uncle Chen was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot, but he could only close them. All the white hair on his head stood up.
"You beast, Yang Ziteng. You. . . You! He would die a horrible death if he waited for young master Yang Qiu to return. You. . . Your whole family will die a horrible death!!"
Yang Hanchen suddenly let out a miserable roar. His throat felt sweet, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Yang Mingshan was even more furious. However, he was controlled by an invisible force and could not move at all. He could only scream and scream, but he could not do anything.
It would be better if Yang Qiu wasn't mentioned. Once Yang Qiu was mentioned, Yang Ziteng suddenly turned into a devil. His face was flushed red with excitement, and his eyes were glowing with a blood-red light.
He stared at Du Yumei, who was exposed to the light of spring. Then, he ripped off the broken qipao on her body and looked at the beautiful body in front of him. Yang Ziteng's Adam's apple was rolling up and down.
"Yang Qiu? Hehe, Yang Qiu, right? Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are!? "
Du Yumei's body twisted rapidly, and her mouth emitted waves of sympathy. The tears in her eyes were like a river that had broken through a dam, flowing down.
Yang Mingshan's heart suddenly felt like it was going to explode, but there was nothing he could do.
Yang Ziteng laughed lewdly and began to slowly take off his clothes, revealing his skinny and ugly body. Just as his hand was about to reach Du Yumei's chest, Du Yumei suddenly screamed. Then, she opened her mouth and fiercely bit off the tongue in her mouth.
Du Yumei bit her tongue and committed suicide.
Puff!!
The Blood Mists that filled the sky sprayed all over Yang Ziteng's body. A bright red tongue fell onto the ground.
Du Yumei screamed with a ferocious face, and then she gradually stopped breathing.
No one would have thought that this would happen. Yang Ziteng was scared silly, but Junior Brother Song coldly harrumphed.
"Damn it!"
The magic power in his hand loosened, and Yang Mingshan could suddenly move. He threw himself onto his wife's body and burst into tears.
Although there was no relationship between him and Du Yumei, in the past few months, he had experienced the changes in his wife.
It turned out that no matter how bad a person was, he could always be good. He was so bad in the past, but he could change all his faults. Why did the heavens give him a chance to be a new person, but it turned out to be like this?
Yang Mingshan held his wife's cold body tightly, and suddenly lunged at Yang Ziteng.
"I'm going to kill you, you beast!"
When he was about to lunge at Yang Ziteng, Junior Brother Song made a grabbing motion in the air and crushed his throat.
The madness on Yang Mingshan's face gradually calmed down. His hands grabbed at the air a few times, then slowly fell on his wife's body.
"Seventh Master! Seventh Young Madam!!"
Yang Hanchen roared at the sky in grief and indignation. He pulled the protective jade pendant that Yang Qiu had given him off his neck and threw it hard on the ground.