Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Mu Hongyi stared wide-eyed, looked at Dongfang Jian in disbelief, pointed at him, and tremblingly said, "You, you bastard, what are you talking about?"

Dongfang Jian's figure suddenly moved, and one hand directly grabbed Mu Hongyi's neck, and directly lifted her up in the air, with a distorted expression, he said: "I heard you clearly, I am not your son of Dongfang Jian , Just because of his stupid brain, he also wants to compare with this young master? When I am about to die, I will tell you, my name is Fanjian, and I am originally a soul. Can my son's IQ reach my level? It's just wishful thinking!"

Mu Hongyi was completely stunned, his face was pinched purple, his hands desperately tried to pull his big hand away, but it was useless, even if he kicked his feet wildly, but the strength was comparable to the strength of the six-star peak of the Eastern Juggernaut rank. , It is almost equivalent to scratching an itch.

Mu Hongyi's eyes protruded, terrified, staring at Dongfang Jian's face with a look of disbelief, the shock in her heart was beyond words.

"Listen clearly! Old bitch! Then I'm sorry!" Dongfang Jian sneered, suddenly moved his fingers, and the crisp sound of his neck breaking was very clear.

Dongfang Jian relaxed his body, but still held the wooden red clothes for a long time before he put the person into his space ring, turned around and left the room with a cold snort.

"Madam is going to rest, don't disturb any of you, offenders will be punished!" Dongfang Jian went outside and said to the two servant girls, then strode away.

"Animal! What an animal!" Xiao Diao was furious in the silver cup, Xiao Jin also had gloomy eyes, and Little Bodhi was dumbfounded.

"He's not even worthy of a beast, he's not as good as a beast!" Fan Tianluo came to her senses and sighed deeply. Love this son, how could he think that he would die at his hands?

Fan Tianluo's heart is heavy at this moment. Although this scene is tragic, she will not save her. It's not because she is cold-blooded, but because even if she kills Dongfang Jian now, she has no life to leave. Then Xiaojin and the other three will be directly implicated. After that, the plan failed, and the royal family also suffered, so she could only watch a mother who loved her son die tragically at the hands of her son.

"Let's go, let's finish the task quickly, everyone in Dongfang City deserves to die!" Xiao Diao suddenly said angrily.

Fan Tianluo nodded, and once again made them hold their breath, the silver cup floated towards the tall loft next door.

The attic is divided into two floors, and there is still a light on in the window at the back. The silver cup floats over to look, it is a girl's room, Fan Tianluo has a flat mouth, and can only search one by one. Finally, after looking at four rooms, I found it. The lady's room.

"Little girl, this bead is so bright that it will glow at night, how do you put it in?" Xiao Jin was a little depressed.

Fantianluo chuckled and said, "It would be nice to put it in her closet, and, look." Fantianluo took out the beads, which were already covered with a thick layer of cowhide, covering the light completely.

"So that's it. The lady fell asleep and her breathing was very even." Xiao Jin affirmed.

Fan Tianluo nodded, sneaked into the room through the gap, and came to a black wardrobe, a snow-white hand quietly stretched out from the silver cup, and gently opened the door of the wardrobe.