Chapter 1877

Murong Mian's mind is very simple, either you kill her, I kill you!

Either you don't touch her, or I make you regret.

Almost there, he made several calls in succession.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of an ordinary house on the street. He pushed the door open and went in.

The place where Mrs. Jones imprisons Mrs. Murong is here. There are many residents around. According to normal thinking, this is not a good place for Tibetans at all, but But she did, and the people he sent to look for didn't go this way.

There is a basement in the room. Murong Mian turns around the room and finds the entrance to the basement.

Long and narrow stairs, dark and damp, it's like a road to the dark depths of people's heart. The more you go down, you will know how dirty your heart is.

Murong Mian didn't expect that the stairs would be so long. The dim light bulb on the wall could only illuminate the foot. Every step he took, he could hear his own footsteps wandering in his ears. The sound was a little weird and frightening.

Finally came to the end, saw the light, Murong sleep did not see people, they smell a touch of blood.

Murong Mian heard Mrs. Jones's laughter: "Wenshan, you see, I said he came back, your Good son, he's here to save you. "

Murong Mian finally saw a person. Mrs. Jones was still dressed elegantly and sat on a luxurious European sofa. Mrs. Murong was not suspended at the moment. She was lying in a large glassware, but the most frightening thing was that there were several snakes and unknown insects snaking over Mrs. Murong's body.

Mrs. Murong didn't know whether she was alive or dead. Murong Mian's hand was in his pocket. His eyes were cold and his expression was calm. He couldn't see any ripples. Even when he saw that scene, there was no fluctuation on his face.

He light way: "want to put put, want to kill quickly is to kill, I have no time with you ink."

Mrs. Jones raised her head and laughed: "ha ha, Wenshan, listen to what your son said. You are planning to make your wild seed the prince of Murong family. As a result, you are in trouble now. He doesn't even want to look at you."

Murong Mian's eyes swept Mrs. Murong's face indifferently. There were several wounds on her face. The blood had stopped. Her eyes were closed. When she looked carefully, she could see that her body was shaking and two insects were crawling over her face.

Murong Mian slowly clenched his hand in his pocket.

Suddenly, Mrs. Murong, who was lying in it, opened her eyes and cried out feebly: "go, Randy, go Don't care about me, don't care about this bitch... "

Her eyes were red, and there was blood in the corner of her eyes. Looking at Murong Mian, her eyes were full of determination.

Murong Mian's face is still like a freeze frame general, no half extra expression.

Mrs. Jones said with disdain, "Oh, I have strength. I haven't been scared to death. Tut Tut, what a good mother. It's a pity A son is not a good son. "

"It's very nice of you to hide it. Murong Zhihong didn't know that his son had already died. Murong Mian's mother was so kind to you. Do you want to watch her die?"

Murong Mian stood at the corner of his lips and said, "otherwise? Do you really want to agree to your terms for her

Mrs. Jones sneered: "still playing with me, if you really don't care about her, what are you going to do?"

Murong Mian: "collect the corpse, by the way I'll kill you. "

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