Chapter 1229 is always the worst death

  Yan Wenqing roared, rushed forward and grabbed his wrist, yelling: "Duan Yanbing, you are crazy!"

  At this moment, he knows what it means to hurt his children and hurt his parents.

  Duan Yanbing's dagger clearly pierced his own shoulder, but he felt like it had been stuck in his heart.

  He was anxious, angry and distressed, and the cold sweat on his body was flowing faster than Duan Yanbing, and it instantly wetted his whole body.

He was holding Duan Yanbing's hands trembling, and every word was roared, "Should I swear to you? I really don't know, I don't know! If I lie to you, I will be thundered and killed. , I will never see your mother again in my next life!"

  Duan Yanbing was disappointed.

  He pushed Yan Wenqing away, turned and walked out.

   "What are you going to do?" Yan Wenqing chased after him, grabbing his shoulder and shouting, "Get me back and treat the wound!"

  Duan Yanbing pushed him away, staring at him coldly and said: "Don't touch me, don't touch Fifth Brother and Beibei again, otherwise, next time, the dagger is aimed at this place!"

  He lifted his blood-filled fingers and clicked on the position of his heart: "I promised my mother that I would not hate you, or hurt you, but I did not promise my mother that I would not let you Yan Wenqing cut off your children and grandchildren!"

   "You...you..." Yan Wenqing pointed to Duan Yanbing's nose, his angry face was pale, and his heart convulsed with distress, but there was nothing to do with Duan Yanbing.

  Duan Yanbing is his only son.

  The only relative.

  Duan Yanbing doesn't care about the wealth of his country.

  Even Duan Yanbing didn't even care about his own life.

  He doesn't care about anything.

  If you have no desire, you will be strong.

  Even though he has a thousand methods and tactics, facing his beloved son, who is not afraid of death and has no weakness, he can only throw a rat and be at a loss.

  He watched Duan Yanbing walk out of the living room with dripping blood.

  He chases out.

  Duan Yanbing was like a painless machine, getting into the car with untreated wounds and blood, and started the car blankly.

  The car turned around and left.

  His legs became soft, his body shook, his heart was cramped, and he was in pain.

too late.

  When he found Ruan Ruan and his son, it was too late.

  When he found his son, his son had been undercover for more than a year.

  In order not to doubt, his son disguised himself as a scum like those scumbags, and his hands were stained with blood from countless people.

  Walking on the edge of hell, although he is a good person pretending to be a bad person, he still has a pure land in his heart, but over time, his mentality is no longer the same as a normal person.

  He is pessimistic, disgusting, negative, and even inferior.

  His son of Yan Wenqing was originally supposed to be a beautiful and glorious son.

   But when he found his son, his son was trying to win the trust of the boss, and he made a single cut to Ling Chi, who was mistaken for an undercover.

  When he saw his son, his son was holding a knife in his hand, with scarlet eyes and blood all over his body.

  At the order of the boss, his son cut the man who was mistaken for the undercover man by $108, and the man who was mistaken for the undercover man wailed and died.

  He had seen countless blood and blood, and was still shocked by the scene that day.

   Later, if it were not for him to cover up for his son, the second person to die by a hundred and eight dollars might be his son.

  If an undercover agent is found, it will always die the worst.

  (End of this chapter)