His mother had placed almost all his feelings in the world except for his sister. Now, he just watched helplessly as the only trace of his mother left in the world drifted away in the wind and could never be found again.
"Hehe... I heard that you have a good relationship with this bitch Yang Ru. How about it, it's very painful, right? Remember, this is the consequences of opposing me, and no one who opposes me will have an easy time!!" Ximen Kuang clapped his hands, smiled wildly, and looked with satisfaction at Yang Aotian's eyes that turned hollow in that moment.
Dozens of people had unbearable expressions on their faces. As servants of the Ximen family, they knew everything about the second young master Ximen, and even more about his relationship with his mother. The scene in front of him might not be described simply as "cruel" anymore.
"ah!!!!"
Blood oozed from Yang Aotian's fingers, and even traces of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. He roared miserably and rushed toward Ximen like crazy. At this time, his world was colorless, and he just wanted to use all means to cut him into pieces. The roar that contained incomparable sadness and resentment made people feel as if they could hear the sound of blood dripping from his heart.
The gaze that seemed to tear him into pieces made Ximen Kuang's heart skip a beat, and he subconsciously took a step back. His face turned gloomy, and he waved his hand: "Destroy him."
More than a dozen people swarmed up and held Yang Aotian back, but no one was ruthless. Yang Aotian struggled wildly, staring at Ximen Kuang with his creepy cold eyes, leaving no doubt that he wanted to eat his flesh raw and drink his blood.
"Xi...men... Kuang..."
That low voice was like a scream from hell, making everyone shiver. Ximen Kuang forced himself to sneer: "Scream to your heart's content, struggle to your heart's content... Why are you all standing there in a daze! Kill him for me!"
"Xi...men... Kuang..."
After hesitating for a long time, a rain of fists and kicks finally fell on Yang Aotian. But he didn't let out a single groan or scream, as if he couldn't feel the slightest pain. Only his eyes that shouldn't belong to humans were fixed on Ximen Kuang.
Ximen Kuang felt uneasy in his heart, and he yelled impatiently: "You losers haven't even eaten yet!"
"Master, this place belongs to Jinghua after all. If someone loses his life, I'm afraid it won't be easy to deal with." Xiao Si said tremblingly.
"It's hard to deal with? There's a situation that our Ximen family can't deal with!?" Ximen Kuang gave him a venomous look. Suddenly he yelled: "You losers, hold him up for me, I will do it myself!!"
Bite the bullet, several people brought the struggling Yang Aotian to Ximen Kuang. They were just servants of the Simon family, not beasts. Everything that had happened before had left an indelible sense of guilt in their hearts. But... knowing the huge power of the Ximen family, they had no choice.
A thick iron rod appeared in Ximen Kuang's hand at some point. He smiled sinisterly, "Do you still remember how Yang Xiruo's little bitch's legs were broken... Hehe, the old man broke her legs back then. That scene is really fresh in my memory. Now..."
He suddenly raised the iron rod in his hand and hit Yang Aotian's right leg hard.
The sound of broken bones was so clear that everyone turned away with unbearable expressions and closed their eyes.
Ximen Kuang is a martial arts practitioner, and he used almost the maximum force on this stick. Maybe Yang Aotian's right leg will never recover in this life.
To everyone's surprise, Yang Aotian didn't make a sound of pain, and dazzling blood continued to ooze out from between his clenched teeth. The eyes that seemed to come from hell were locked on Ximen Kuang's face from beginning to end, giving him a coldness like hell.
"What? Are you still thinking about taking revenge on me one day?" Ximen Kuang raised his hand again, and the thick iron rod struck Yang Aotian's left leg with the roaring wind.
Click.
There was an eerie sound of bones breaking, and Yang Aotian's legs completely collapsed to the ground. But he still didn't make a sound. The pain that penetrated his bones was nothing compared to his heartache. There was no pain in his world at this time, only hatred!
boom! ! !
The stick hit Yang Aotian hard on the abdomen, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Ximen Kuang glared hard, picked up the iron rod and hit Yang Aotian's body crazily. "Scream! Scream for me!!! Hahahaha, how dare you go against me, I will let you die! I will make your life worse than death!! Hahahaha... Don't fucking look at me like this, go away!" Die, die!!”
Each blow was heavier than the last, and streams of blood continued to spurt out of Yang Aotian's mouth with the heavy blows. At some point, the resentful light in his eyes slowly dissipated, and his head slowly dropped to his chest.
boom! !
This stick used up almost all Ximen Kuang's strength and directly knocked Yang Aotian away from the hands of several people. Yang Aotian's body was bleeding all the way, and he fell far away, lying there without any movement. Ximen Kuang panted violently, and the usual violent impulse began to arise in his heart. He held the stick and slowly walked towards Yang Aotian's body.
"Master." Xiao Si quickly grabbed him and whispered, "He... he should be dead."
As soon as the voice fell, the body lying quietly in the pool of blood moved with difficulty, and a trembling hand grabbed the ground.
"Tsk... He's not dead yet. He's very lucky."
"Master." Xiao Si pulled him again, lowered his head and said, "Actually, it would be better if he did not die. Death now is the best relief for him. Instead of letting him die so happily, it is better to let him suffer slowly. He will die after all the torture. Anyway, his legs are completely disabled and all the bones in his body are almost broken."
Ximen's crazy wolf eyes flashed, and he suddenly laughed and threw away the iron rod in his hand: "This is a good suggestion. It's not that easy to die!!!"
He walked up to Yang Aotian with a sneer on his face, raised his right foot sharply and stepped on his head, "You ungrateful bastard, you have been against me since you were a child. I didn't dare to do it when the old man was here before. What to do to you, now, you are worse than a dog in my eyes. By the way, I forgot to tell you, the car that hit and killed that bitch Yang Ru was sent by me. Prepare to kill that bitch Yang Ruo I also made people do the 'soul-sucking Gu'. It's a pity that that bitch has survived until now. Hehe... Do you really want to take revenge and kill me? Hahahaha... Then you can take revenge to your heart's content. !Hahahahaha!!”
Yang Aotian's eyes were covered with a life-like aura, and even traces of black blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"Anyone who dares to go against me will never have a good ending. Have a good taste of what it means to live and die."
Ximen Kuang finally left there with dozens of his men. Yang Aotian, who had become a complete cripple, no longer posed the slightest threat in his eyes. He seemed to see Yang Aotian's pain and despair in the last moments of his life, and a twisted pleasure surged in his heart.
No one noticed that Xiao Si quietly threw his cell phone beside Yang Aotian the moment he left. He sighed silently in his heart, hoping that his move could bring a slim chance of life to Yang Aotian.
The wind sounded sad, and the deserted land finally returned to calm. After an unknown amount of time, a hoarse moan came from the wind. Yang Aotian stretched out a trembling hand towards the mobile phone that fell in front of him.
He couldn't die. How could he die before he avenged his mother, his sister, and himself? !
It took such a long time that he finally grabbed the phone in his hand. There was a hazy blood in front of his eyes, and it was so blurry that he couldn't see the numbers on the keyboard clearly. Based on his feeling, he pressed it bit by bit. Almost every time he moved, he had to rest for a long time to regain the slightest bit of strength.
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The decoration of the Long Family Courtyard has sharp edges and corners, and there is a hint of luxury in the old-fashioned style. Feng Xiao walked slowly in, and the first thing he met was the gaze of an old man.
"Brother Shura!!"
The baby's excited voice sounded from my ears. She was about to pounce, but was gently held back by Chu Yingying. Chu Yingying tried hard to calm down and endure, but the moment she saw him, her tears still flowed down.