"Repay?!" Murong Yan's face turned livid with anger, "Old thief Xue, you tortured my granddaughter like this, and you expect me to repay you?!"

Murong Canghai was trembling all over, almost unable to control himself and wanting to rush over and tear Xue Minglang into pieces.

His daughter was fine when she left.

But now it has become like this.

The regret and guilt in his heart were like knives cutting into his heart, almost killing him.

Xue Minglang gritted his teeth and said: "Don't you ask what your precious daughter did? As my son's concubine, you dare to harm my son like this. I just punished her, not killed this bitch, that's

I, the Xue family, are kind!"

The long sword in Murong Canghai's hand came out of his body, and he rushed towards Xue Minglang like crazy, "I don't care! It must be your Xue family who insulted my daughter, and I want to seek justice for my daughter!!"

Xue Minglang turned sideways to avoid Murong Canghai's sword, his face was ugly and his eyes were filled with impatience.

How can he have the energy to get involved with the Murong family now?

What he wants is the piano in Jun Muyan's hand.

"Oh, they are just discarded flowers and willows thrown away by my Xue family. You, the Murong family, can take them back if you want!"

Xue Minglang waved his hand, "Take the people and leave immediately. Don't be an eyesore to my Xue family!"

Everyone in the Murong family looked ugly and did not move.

Xue Minglang sneered and said: "What? Murong Yan, Murong Canghai, you two have been cured of the blood evil, so you think you won't do it again in the future? From now on, no one in the Murong family needs my Xue family's help in treating the blood evil.

Already?!"

As soon as these words came out, the Murong family's originally fierce momentum was like a bucket of cold water being poured on them.

Unspeakable anger and frustration, but helpless.

Xue Minglang looked at their expressions with a proud look.

Even when he saw the Murong family's menacing troops approaching, he didn't feel the slightest fear, that's why.

The blood evil that could break out at any time in the Murong family was like a puppet string tightly held in his hand.

As long as he takes a hand, the Murong family can only listen to his mercy.

Murong Xue was shocked.

Jun Muyan and the others came to save her. They asked her to leave her companions and the belly of her savior to escape, but she couldn't do it even if she died.

She was about to step forward to speak, but Murong Qi took a step ahead of her and turned around suddenly.

Red eyes swept over the faces of everyone in the Murong family.

Murong Yan, Murong Canghai...and his uncles, cousins.

"When did our Murong family become so humble and cowardly?! Just because of a blood evil spirit, we were trapped. We became the puppets of the Xue family, and our Murong family lived without even a little bit of dignity.

Got it!"

Murong Qi took a step towards Murong Xue and pulled up her empty sleeves.

"Have you seen it? This is what you call, a good life for my sister to live?! This is what you call, it only requires a little sacrifice from our Murong family!"

Murong Qi's eyes swept across the mostly collapsed torture chamber, and the dark and hell-like scene inside came into view.

His heart hurt so much that he could hardly breathe.

"We are Xiaoxue's relatives, but in the end, it was not us who risked everything to save her, but these people who had nothing to do with the Murong family."

"I can't imagine what would have happened to my sister if they had come a little later. Would she still be alive?"

"And you!"
Chapter completed!