Look for the sound and find it.

Under a tree not far away, I saw two figures, a man and a woman.

"Don't hit me...please, don't..."

The woman's weak whining and begging for mercy were ignored by the man.

Before Qu Xiaojue had time to make a move, he saw Liu Zhenying rushing out from the corner of his eye like an arrow that had taken off its string.

The next second, the sound of a man being kicked to the ground was heard.

"Damn it, who attacked me secretly?"

Liu Zhenying didn't even give him an extra glance. Instead, he leaned over and stretched out his hand towards the woman: "Are you okay?"

The woman must have been domestically abused for a long time. She was still wearing long sleeves and long pants in the hot summer, but there were still faint bruises exposed.

Liu Zhenying had already softened his voice as much as possible.

But she was still like a frightened bird, huddled in a ball, not daring to speak, just shaking her head desperately.

The resistance is very obvious.

"You bitch, how dare you touch me."

The man who was kicked to the ground seemed to react and struggled to get up.

The smell of alcohol emanating from his body was pungent, his vision was blurred, and he was obviously drunk.

Without even looking, he extended his big palm and slapped you down: "I'll beat you to death so that you know how powerful I am..."

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard again.

Even more powerful than last time.

The man's back hit the ground hard, causing his facial features to twist in pain. He opened his mouth wide and wailed, but he could only make a hoarse sound.

Qu Xiaojue took back the kicked leg, and his normally handsome and ruffian face was so gloomy that it could almost drip with water.

His voice was violent: "You should show me how powerful you are."

I don't know whether it was the continuous pain or Qu Xiaojue's voice that finally brought the man back to his senses.

When the man saw the person in front of him clearly, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak: "Sir... Sir... why are you here?"

"I'm here to watch you show off your authority."

Qu Xiaojue looked at him condescendingly and asked in a neither salty nor bland voice, "Which family are you from?"

"Miao Yang of the Miao family."

Miao family?

Qu Xiaojue vaguely remembered, frowned, and sneered: "Fucking with Shen Chao?"

Miao Yang nodded quickly, not daring to continue his drinking craziness. He quickly got up from the ground, nodded and bowed: "Sir, I have disturbed you tonight. I promise there will be no next time."

As he spoke, he yelled at the woman huddled under the tree: "Why don't you get up quickly, why are you pretending to be dead in front of the lord?"

Zhu Yaxi was so frightened that she trembled all over, but she didn't dare to hesitate, let alone disobey. She stood up with her hands on the ground in an extremely awkward posture.

Only then did Liu Zhenying see her face clearly.

His complexion was slightly blue, his cheekbones were sunken, and he had a dead look.

"You're dying."

Liu Zhenying's eyes were cool and his understated voice seemed particularly captivating against the backdrop of the night.

Zhu Yaxi was startled.

Miao Yang instantly became angry and yelled: "What nonsense are you talking about, you stinky bitch? I have to..."

Qu Xiaojue's face was solemn, and he silently grasped Liu Zhenying's wrist with his big palm, and even lightly rubbed her wrist with his fingertips.

Such a possessive gesture caused Miao Yang to stop speaking abruptly, and there was a hint of fear and unwillingness in his eyes.

"Sir, she is my wife, and my family's internal affairs..."

"You're dying."
Chapter completed!