Duan Yuanxun's sudden counterattack failed to arouse Zhan Yang's vigilance.

He sat on the sofa and looked coldly at Duan Yuanxun, who was attacking him, without even frowning.

Even when Duan Cheng stopped Duan Yuanxun for the first time, he said in a voice full of scorn: "don't stop him, let him come over..."

He wants to see what great things can be done by the so-called Duan family owner, who has been pampered, drunk all day, and has been hollowed out by wine and lust.

Duan Cheng obeys Zhan Yang's orders and retreats to one side in silence.

And on the second floor stairs, looking at all this Zhan Qingze, his face is cold and calm.

Even though the master has been suffering from illness for a long time, he is still the one he looks up to. In the eyes of all the subordinates of Zhanyang, no one Capable of hurting this man.

Duan Cheng gives in, and Duan Yuanxun's red eyes immediately look at Zhan Yang.

Look down on!

Zhan Yang dare to look down on him!

In the face of Zhan Yang, who is still tall, but obviously skinny, Duan Yuanxun's fear is much smaller.

He tried to tell himself that the man in front of him was no longer the man he used to fear in any way. He had no power, no family, no children, no health.

He's nothing!

As long as Zhan Yang can be killed, his running dogs will not be able to survive.

Determined, Duan Yuanxun's eyes showed a touch of grim, holding the fruit knife straight to the battle Yang stab.

Duan Yuanxun threw aside everything and rushed over.

Zhan Yang, sitting on the sofa, didn't even get up.

Seeing that the dagger in Duan Yuanxun's hand was about to plunge into Zhanyang's chest, Duan Yuanxun suddenly flew out like a steel knife.

"Bang Pang --"

Duan Yuanxun's back hit the tea table hard, bringing the whole table down. But before he stopped, he knocked over the sofa on one side, and finally took off all his strength and fell heavily in a pool of blood.

The blood all over the ground is the blood brought out by glass sticking into the bones and flesh, the hole pulled out by Duan Yuanxun's fruit knife in his hand, and the blood on his head when he fell to the ground.

"My husband..."

"Dad..."

Mrs. Duan and his sisters were stunned. None of them expected Duan Yuanxun to make a sudden attack. What's more, they didn't expect that Duan Yuanxun was going to kill Zhanyang a moment ago. The next moment, the person who took the initiative to make the attack with the murder weapon was kicked to the ground.

That moment was too startling, too dangerous and too fast.

As soon as they didn't see clearly, Zhan Yang's long legs avoided the weapon and kicked Duan Yuanxun's chest. Then they saw the man flying out.

Duan Yuanxun, who was kicked out, not only knocked down the table, but also knocked down the sofa, and then unloaded all the strength.

This What a terrible thing.

A brain cancer terminal, almost no time to live, he can actually kick a healthy adult male to this point.

"Husband Husband How are you? Don't scare me... "

"Oh Wuwuwu... "

Mrs. Duan ran up to pick up Duan Yuanxun for the first time. Looking at Duan Yuanxun, who had been bleeding incessantly, Mrs. Duan couldn't speak.

Meanwhile, Duan's sisters on one side, stained with the blood of their skirts, were scared to hold them together and shiver.

"Beyond our means."

Zhan Yang spits out these four words coldly and gets up. His broad black Nightgown makes his indifferent eyes more dangerous.

Seeing all this, Duan Xiuhui looks at Duan Yuanxun who can't stand up. All of a sudden, she seems to react to Zhan Yang --

"please Please fight Yang and release Jia'er She knows she's wrong, I know she's wrong, we all know it's wrong, please let her go