In fact, under the green-faced fang mask, the man's handsome, white jade-like face had a look of apprehension.
If you look carefully, you can actually see that the hand holding the gun is trembling slightly under his robe.
Can he stop shaking?
He is pointing a gun at his future brother-in-law¡¯s head
Fang Haocheng noticed this subtle change in the man. He was a little confused. As soon as he turned his head to take a look at the man, he found a familiar object on his wrist.
A very cute little silver bell, if he remembered correctly, this should be his gift to Xiaoxiao.
Why is it on this person?
Did something happen to Xiaoxiao?
What did they do to Xiaoxiao?
However, all this is just his guess, maybe this is just the same item.
The current situation is like catching a turtle in a urn. They are being held hostage and there is no way to escape. Do they really want to hand Wanwan over to these bad guys?
Ye Yunzhu thought that victory was already certain, so she walked to Xia Yuwan's bed with enchanting steps and pretended to take off her clothes.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, Ito Haocheng gave him a cold warning, "I told you, don't touch her!"
"Haha, Fifth Young Master. You are a clay Bodhisattva yourself, why do you care so much? Xia Yuwan is going to die anyway. I advise you to forget about her and accept the reality as soon as possible!"
Ye Yunzhu met Mr. Ito when she went to Japan to study at the age of sixteen, and followed him when she was seventeen. It has been almost ten years now.
In the past ten years, Mr. Ito has taught her many things, such as social interaction, blasting, killing
She is his most beloved lover and the most powerful knife in his hand.
Countless politicians and rich people died at her hands, but she naturally knew that the old guy actually loved his youngest son the most, so she didn't do anything ruthless because of his identity. Otherwise, she would never kill a mere piano player. Disregard it.
The next moment, Ye Yunzhu paid for her ignorance.
She also doesn¡¯t want to think about how Mr. Ito trained Ito Haocheng as his successor. How could Ito Haocheng, his successor, not learn what she learned.
Even better than her.
The moment her claws touched Xia Yuwan's quilt, her wrist was suddenly held by a big, cold hand.
The silver light flashed.
"Immediately afterwards I heard Ye Yunzhu's painful screams. I looked closely and saw that she had been stabbed on the arm, and blood flowed down the black long sleeve to her wrist.
Black, white, and red are intertwined into the most beautiful colors in the world.
The man's deep voice, full of warning and disdain, sounded in his ears again. His phoenix eyes were stern, as noble as a god's mansion.
"I warned you, don't touch her!"
"you!"
Ye Yunzhu covered her injured arm with one hand, bit her red lips, looked back and said coquettishly to Mr. Ito: "My dear, my hands hurt so much, they are all your good sons!"
Mr. Ito frowned, "Someone, please take off this woman's arm!"
The person he is referring to is Dr. Yanan.
As soon as the words fell, two bodyguards pulled out knives from their waists and walked towards Dr. Yanan aggressively.
The latter¡¯s face turned pale and he closed his eyes tightly.
She has lived to be almost sixty years old, and her only regret in this life is that she has not yet waited for a dead-end answer.
The most gratifying thing is to see that his granddaughter is so outstanding, and Ling Fengtang has a successor.
"My good son, are you angry? Then listen to me and become the head of the family first, and then you are qualified to negotiate terms with me, haha."
Mr. Ito said with a laugh, looking at Fang Haocheng expectantly.
Who would have thought that the latter would be as stubborn and clear as the person in his memory - as long as he/she is willing to bow his/her head, things will become different.
But Ito Haocheng, who was naturally arrogant, had the blood of a Chinese dragon flowing in his bones. He was as hard as iron and would rather die than bow his head.
In front of Mr. Ito, he took out the dagger from his waist and stabbed himself in the heart without blinking.
Pfft¡ª¡ª
The sound of the dagger cutting through his skin and piercing his body was clear to his ears.
A steady stream of blood flowed out from his heart, soon wetting the navy blue bathrobe, making the color darker.
"You traitor!"
Mr. Ito was so angry that his whole body trembled, and he let out a roar that shook the sky.
The young man faced him with an indifferent and mocking smile, and then used his own hands to bring a handful of bright red blood to Xia Yuwan's lips.
Feed her to drink.
The way to lift the curse is to use the blood of the curser!
He and the old guy are father and son, sharing the same blood; and he received the inheritance in the ancestral hall, and there is an ancient power in his blood.
So it¡¯s quite simple to undo the curse he placed.
But the price is that he will probably lose this gifted ability and become an ordinary person from then on.
Ito Haocheng has already thought about it. He will get engaged to Wanwan today and will get married on the seventh day.
On the night of the wedding, he will willingly give his heart and soul to Wanwan.
But now we have to advance.
The father and son looked at each other, looking at each other as if they were an enemy, full of resentment.
Mr. Ito took a few deep breaths and announced with a sneer: "Since you have chosen to betray the Ito family, then I will treat you as my son. Do you think I will let them go if you do this? Don't even think about it!"
"Come on, leave that woman for me."
Hearing this, the bodyguards were a little hesitant.
This is the fifth young master after all.
Ye Yunzhu is still worried about Ito Haocheng hurting her just now. Of course, she will seize the opportunity to add insult to injury.
"Why don't you go quickly? The master has already announced that the fifth young master will be kicked out of the house."
"yes!"
Ito Haocheng stood there and waited without any resistance, his head lowered, and his thick black eyelashes concealed the sadness in his eyes.
Just now, at the last moment, he was still naively holding on to a glimmer of hope for that man.
It turns out that even if he dies, it can't compare to the power and wealth in his mind.
Just when everyone thought that today was really going to be doomed, a clear and anxious voice suddenly came from the door.
"Father, no!"
Mr. Ito was shocked.
Subconsciously, he looked back and saw that his precious daughter was being slowly walked towards by a tall man with a silver mask holding a knife to his neck.
The silver blade pressed a thin red line on her snowy neck.
There is no doubt that as long as the man exerts a little force, she will disappear forever.
Mr. Ito¡¯s heart was also hanging high. That little beast Ito Haocheng had lost its use value.
Now the only hope for the Ito family is Nagase.
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