Chapter 411

Since we have to stay here for the time being to treat our parents, it's time to start refining this thing.

Daoyun, let's start!

Chen Xiao here is methodically shut down, but said that the authority and brother Huang were picked up by the following people and brought back to the Zhou family.

At this time, in the villa of the Zhou family, an old man in a black felt hat was diagnosing the coma for the authority.

Beside, Zhou Jianguo and tusang are waiting.

"Big brother, how is my son?"

Zhou Jianfeng pushed open the door and ran in in a hurry.

"Keep your voice down, master Mo is diagnosing Wei."

The old man is no one else. He is one of the trumps of Zhou Jianguo this time. Don't worry.

"Don't worry, boss Zhou. Your nephew is OK. It's just that his muscles and bones are broken by the internal force. It will take some time to recover. "

Don't ask heart to get up, indifferent smile way.

People are relieved.

Sure enough, as soon as his voice fell, authority came to life.

"Mom, uncle, I must tear Chen Xiao to pieces!"

The authority lies on the bed, the body is motionless, angrily roars a way.

Zhou Jianguo said with a smile: "don't worry, I have arranged things. This time, not only the man surnamed Chen will be finished, but also the forces, family and friends behind him will be finished."

Zhou Jianguo has already finished the layout, and he looks like a strategist.

"Uncle, I..."

The authority was about to speak when he suddenly found that he was not breathing well.

"What's the matter with you, son?"

"I don't feel strong all over."

Tusang interjected: "don't worry, you just hurt some vitality."

"No No, I feel more and more It's getting harder

The authority took a long deep breath, but the feeling became stronger and stronger.

Then, his forehead began to exude sweat, one by one down.

"Son, what's the matter with you, son?"

"I..."

For a moment, the authority could not even say a complete word, but looked at the crowd with one eye full of fear and doubt.

Huh?

The master Mo frowned and saw two faint lights protruding between his fingers and drilling in along the authority's nostrils.

Ten seconds later.

"How can it be!"

Master Mo's eyes were full of horror.

"Lord, what's the matter?"

"My Gu is dead."

For a moment, tusang seemed to realize what was going on. He suddenly woke up and said to Zhou Jianguo, "Mr. Zhou, it's not good!"

Zhou Jianguo also seems to be the same as tusang, aware of the bad, difficult to spit out two words: "Xu Song."

"What is Xu Song?" Mo asked

"Lord, you see."

Toussaint raised the arm of authority and stroked with a knife.

I saw the wound that would have oozed blood, but it was like cutting a doll, and nothing flowed out.

"What's the matter?"

Toussaint endured his fear and said with difficulty, "he is withering."

Seeing that people's faces were not right, Zhou Jianfeng also panicked: "brother, what's the matter? Wei, what's wrong with him? "

Zhou Jianguo asked Mo: "master Mo, can my nephew be saved?"

Who knows, as soon as Zhou Jianguo's voice fell, he had no strength and could only open his eyes. His full skin shriveled at the speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, he changed from a handsome young man to a skinny sick ghost.

"Ah! Mom Uncle, it hurts

Can ordinary people bear this kind of pain and fear?

"Wei Zhou Jianfeng's eyes were wide open, and she was in a hurry to rush up, but she was stopped by tusang.

"Keep away, it's dangerous."

This situation is so strange that tusang doesn't know if he can get close to it. He turns his eyes to the patriarch for help.

Don't ask a heart Zheng creepy not language, finally only say: "prepare the aftereffect."

"No! Serena! Big brother, come on, take Xiaowei to the hospital. He's still young. He can't die! "

Zhou Jianfeng was very excited and howled.

But don't think about it. Her son is young and can't die. Dossi is also young and in his prime. Isn't he killed by his son?

Zhou Jianguo couldn't bear to see his nephew's tragedy. He closed his eyes and said, "it's no use, Jianfeng. Don't worry, big brother will take revenge for Xiaowei."

After all, Zhou Jianguo did not let Zhou Jianfeng send the authority to the hospital. In this strange situation, sending the authority to the hospital will not work at all, and it is easy to cause panic.

Three days later.

In the authoritative room, Zhou Jianfeng stayed up for three days, and her husband Quan Yongsheng was with her.These three days, all the time, the authority is in a low voice of wailing, like a ghost crying in the middle of the night.

Every whine was like a big hand, holding their hearts tightly.

"Brother, look, Xiao Wei, he hasn't continued to deteriorate. Please ask someone to have a look again."

They also have a fluke mentality, hoping that this is just a misdiagnosis of tusang and Mo Wenxin.

It's just now.

Wow

"Wei

The couple were horrified.

I saw their son's body changed again, withered and shriveled. Through the clothes he was wearing, I could see the bony bones under the clothes.

"Ah Ah Ah... "

The painful groans of authority are intermittent and sometimes almost inaudible.

He had no strength to howl, but his consciousness was very clear.

Clearly feel that their body is constantly wilting, exhaustion.

He wanted to roar, he wanted to hiss, he wanted to send that crazy flood of fear, but he couldn't.

Can only watch helplessly, looking at all that belongs to him, dying and withering.

"Wei

Zhou Jianfeng couldn't control it any more. She cried out.

"Brother, is there really no way?"

Quan Yongsheng endured his indignation and looked at Zhou Jianguo.

Zhou Jianguo shook his head indifferently, sighed and said: "Jianfeng, eternal life, you go out with me. Don't stay here. It's sad. "

"No! I want to be with my son

Zhou Jianfeng roared.

"Ah..."

Zhou Jianguo sighed again and left the room.

Half a month, in the villa of the Zhou family, from time to time, there will be a woman's loud cry.

Everyone knows that this is from Zhou Jianfeng. No one dares to go into the room and ask.

Until half a month later.

Zhou Jianfeng came out of the room, holding a handful of black waste.

At this time, Zhou Jianfeng's eyes were blank, her black hair was gray, and her face was haggard to the extreme.

In the hall, I saw my husband, who was smoking constantly, and my elder brother Zhou Jianguo. There was a strong murder in his eyes: "elder brother, I want to let the man surnamed Chen, Quan, Jia, die, Jue!"

Zhou Jianfeng's voice is hoarse and hard to hear. It's like a devil coming for revenge in Jiuyou hell.

Zhou Jianguo knew what kind of torture his sister had experienced in the past half a month.