Princess Runs Away On Wedding

Jisheng was filled with grief and indignation. He was heartbroken. His hands were more vicious than those of his. He had no rules at all. He was like a madman.

"If you refuse her, if you don't want her, she will go on the road of no return. It's all your harm. I'll kill you and let you go underground to accompany my poor daughter."

Only in this way can we comfort the daughter who died for him.

Zhuo Ran is speechless. How can he be blamed for such a thing?

It's because her nerves are so fragile that she can't carry this little thing.

"You are not my match."

He disdains to say more, also lazy to say, with this kind of angry muddle headed person has nothing to say.

Jisheng's eyes were full of the pale face of her daughter. She was in a state of heartache and anger. She roared into the sky and said, "I'll kill you, kill you."

His head was blank, and there was only one thought, that is, to kill him and to get justice for his poor daughter.

Zhuo ran didn't say much more and waved back.

The fierce fight between the two attracted numerous onlookers.

There was a lot of noise at the scene.

Xiaoya sits in the room, ears up, restless, nervous little face red.

Brother Zhuo ran will be OK.

Outside crackling, fierce incomparable, Xiaoya was worried, a heart pulled up, can't bear to jump up to rush out.

A figure was faster than her, snatching in front of her. "You go back."

"Brother." Xiaoya was very worried and stamped her feet to follow her.

Why can't she go out?

No matter what, she can't let others bully brother Zhuo ran.

Tang Junyi stood at the door, glancing at the war. Jisheng's moves were fierce and fierce, and they looked like fierce tigers. They seemed to have the upper hand.

But he saw at a glance that after ten more moves, Jisheng would surely fail. Every move had flaws. His feet were unstable, his strength was not continued, and he was going to die.

As expected, he did not expect it. In the ninth move, Zhuo ran slapped Jisheng and flew out. A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Jisheng is like a Xiaoqiang who can't fight to death. As if he didn't feel any pain, he rubbed it up. He felt a long sword from nowhere and stabbed it madly. His eyes were full of blood, which was terrible.

Zhuo ran calmly looked at him, not dodging.

Seeing that he was about to stab him, Tang Junyi waved his hand, threw out a hidden weapon, and smashed the sword.

Ji was angry and resentful. He was so excited that he bent down and picked up his sword. He didn't give up his mind to come again.

Iron zhuoran must be cut into 18 sections to be buried with her daughter.

How can this man live when his daughter is dead? How can I?

All to die, let the whole world be buried with her daughter!!

Tang Junyi sighed and walked slowly to the middle. He threw out the concealed weapon again and waved the sword down. "Stop it, Ji eldest. Your daughter's body is not cold. Instead, you don't arrange for her affairs. Instead, she fights and makes trouble. Is there anyone who is a father like this

It is useless to quarrel again and again when people are dead.

It's better to let people go quietly.

Jisheng is stunned. He quickly reacts. He points to his nose and yells, "shut up. The Tang family is not a good thing. My daughter would not have fallen into this situation if it wasn't for the Tang family."

He hated everyone. He hated Tiezhuo, everyone in the Tang family, and Miss Tang. All of these people were the culprits who killed his daughter.

Tang Junyi said with a cold smile, "it's really a joke. Why do you have to worry about adding a crime? She wanted to die herself, and no one else was to blame. "