Emperor's fiery demon queen

But everyone who knows the name of Sun Qiao is relatively old. At the moment, seeing the half dead appearance of Sun Qiao and the angry look on the face of the middle-aged man named broken Sun Qiao, they can't help sighing and shaking their heads.

Several people looked at Sun Qiao with exclamation and complexity on their faces, but most people looked at men with deep contempt and pleasure.

Sun Qiao is really very different from before. Otherwise, they won't find that this man is really Sun Qiao until someone reminds them that they have a targeted look.

"I heard that you have been dead for nearly ten years, but I didn't expect that you are still there! Ha ha! The way of heaven is good. How can you spare you?"

The middle-aged man named Po Sun Qiao sneered twice before, suddenly burst into the house and kicked Sun Qiao on the shoulder.

Sun Qiao was kicked over and hit the wall. He immediately vomited blood again.

However, before he vomited blood to detoxify, now his internal organs were badly damaged.

However, the middle-aged man who kicked the man still didn't feel relieved. He rushed forward, grabbed Sun Qiao's skirt, raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

"Pa!"

After the crisp slap, there was Sun Qiao's crooked indifference and the silence of the people around him.

Even the middle-aged man who hit people was stunned.

Everyone's eyes fell on the chest of Sun Qiao's torn clothes.

There, there were many wounds, as if someone had cut this man with a knife and then stuck it up a little bit.

"You..." after the middle-aged man was silent for a moment, he threw Sun Qiao on the ground with a sneer, looked down at him and said in a deep voice: "Sun Qiao! You really deserve it!"

He laughed twice and wiped his face. It turned out that he was crying: "in those years, you were cruel and cruel to animals for the sake of a witch. Finally, you killed the whole Sun family in the west district and burned half of my daughter's face!

How many years have I been looking for you? Unfortunately, when I heard that you were dead, I had to give up my heart and spend all my money to treat my daughter. Now my daughter is well, but I saw your ghost look!

Ha ha! Retribution! It's really retribution! I'm really comfortable to know that you've had a bad time these years! Sun Qiao, I won't kill you today, because I know that you're more painful to live now! "

Sun Qiao always had a dead face. When the man mentioned ten years ago, he finally had a moment of fluctuation.

He pursed his lips and said in a dumb voice, "I'm sorry."

The middle-aged man sneered, "I'm sorry? Ha ha! What's the use of being sorry? Can you exchange those lives you killed yourself? Can you exchange them for the whole Sun family?"

Sun Qiao's eyes were painful, but the expression on his face was always missing.

Obviously, the terrible experience of these ten years has made him completely forget how to use his expression correctly.

The middle-aged man suddenly felt very boring. It was too cheap for him to deal with such a walking corpse who had nothing left except guilt and self reproach.

The middle-aged man sneered: "anyway, few people survived in the west district. Even if they can survive for ten years, only a few have the ability to avenge you.

However, I don't feel disappointed at all. Sun Qiao, compared with us, you bastard who mutilated the same family, killed your parents, connived at evil women to abuse his wife and daughter, which is more sad and ridiculous than us! "

When Sun Qiao heard him mention the sun family, he opened his mouth to ask, but finally closed his mouth bitterly.

The middle-aged man laughed with tears, raised his hand and ordered Sun Qiao: "even if you live, even if you never know where to escape, the dead will never survive, and your only surviving son... Ah! He will kill you with his own hands!"

The middle-aged man said, turned around, laughed and left.

Sun Qiao was stunned. He staggered up and hurriedly went after the man: "what did you just say? You, you said... You said my son was still alive? Zhan yuan, he was still alive?"

The middle-aged man has now reached the corner of the stairs. Hearing his inquiry, he smiled maliciously: "yes! He lives. His only purpose is to find you and kill you!"

"Where is he? Is he okay? He..."

Sun Qiao asked hastily, nervous and afraid, as if he had not heard the middle-aged man's malicious curse.

He even wanted to reach out to catch the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man hated him as much as dog shit. He flashed away with a cold face.

Sun Qiao didn't catch anyone, but he held on to his limit. He staggered and rolled down the stairs.

He fell with blood all over his head and face, but he didn't seem to feel it. He lay on the ground like a dead dog, hoarse and praying.

"Is Zhan yuan okay? Zhan yuan... Is Zhan yuan okay? Is he okay..."

The hoarse roar of hemoptysis prayed to make the whole restaurant quiet.

In the box next door, Qi Tuan gently pinched his eyebrows, got up reluctantly and stepped out of the door.

If I had seen the middle-aged man before, it might have been just a coincidence.

It's not just a coincidence that the other party's surname is sun and has a son named Zhan yuan.

Although sun Zhanyuan never mentioned his background, as if he was extremely taboo, Qi Tuan could see that sun Zhanyuan attached great importance to his family.

Moreover, when he mentioned going to the south of the Yangtze River, sun Zhanyuan clearly had something to ask himself, but he didn't speak yet.

Now it seems that sun Zhanyuan's business to ask himself is probably related to the sun family disaster ten years ago.

I met sun Zhanyuan in the Lizhou County arena, and now I know each other. Since Sun Qiao is involved in the Revenge of extermination and Sun Qiao's father, I'm afraid I can't ignore it.

But when he looked down from the second floor, Qi Tuan still couldn't help frowning, even if he was mentally prepared.

Sun Qiao's clothes were very ragged. After rolling down the stairs, his coat spread out and exposed the dense wounds inside.

Qi Tuan only took one look and knew how those wounds came from.

Not for torture and torture, but... To cut the viscera!

Just cut the viscera for what, but you have to look carefully before you know.

Qi Tuan turned to look at blood 16: "bring people up."

Xue16 nodded, flew down the first floor, picked up Sun Qiao, who caused an uproar, and went directly to the second floor.

Qi Tuan stretched out his hand to take the pulse of Sun Qiao. His eyes changed slightly. Looking at the wound on Sun Qiao, he got a very familiar thing with his fingers!