The White-eyed Wolves I Personally Raised Are All Coveting My Legacy

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"Young Master!" At this moment the secretary and the old housekeeper stared at Yu Zheng and couldn't describe it as panic.

Si Yang lowered his head and glanced at the piece of paper, which clearly read the words Qiulu Cemetery. Si Yang didn't control it all at once, and a mouthful of blood poured up.

Yu Zheng looked at his pale face instantly, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes, and his words became sharper.

"If you don't have the surname Yu, you are not qualified to enter the ancestral grave of the Yu family. Just stay here! Isn't it appropriate? Isn't it the place where you calculated my loss back then?"

"Hahahaha, Si Yang, if you want the entire Yu family, I will give it to you now, OK?"

Yu Zheng laughed arrogantly and arrogantly while holding his immovable arm. At this moment he wished to die with Si Yang.

This used to be the most admired object in his life until now, he has finally taken off the hypocritical human skin by his own hands, revealing the most embarrassing side. He knew even the most hidden secrets.

Thinking of the appearance of Si Yang trembling or even crying under him, Yu Zheng stared at the faint water vapor at the end of his eyes so fast that he wanted to do something immediately to vent his agitated emotions.

His eyes moved continuously over Si Yang's body. From the eyes, to the chin, to the wrists on his hands, and the earlobes that were still bloody.

He did it all! Si Yang's immediate pain is all he gave!

This is what Si Yang owes him, and it is Si Yang's retribution for deceiving him!

Yu Zheng said in a low voice, "Brother, do you know? So you don't have to fight with me."

"I will do nothing. If you want, I will give it to you."

"So why... why do you need to lie to me?" Yu Zheng's voice was with unspeakable warmth, but the next sentence was extremely cold, "You have everything left and right, and I will give you my life. Okay?"

Si Yang finally vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Little young master, don't say anything!" The old steward stepped up to cover Yu Zheng's mouth.

The secretary stared at Si Yang firmly, as if wishing to cover his ears to prevent him from hearing more rebellious words from Yu Zheng.

Yu Zheng watched Si Yang coughing in place, quietly waiting for the results behind him.

In Yu Zheng's calculations, Si Yang rushed for a day, and his spirit and body were repeatedly stimulated. When he was so tossing, Si Yang had to go to the hospital for emergency treatment. But nothing happened.

He even heard Si Yang say in an almost freezing tone, "Shangjiafa."

Yu Zheng looked up at Si Yang. The corners of his lips were clearly still stained with blood, and his body was extremely weak, but his supporting aura remained persistent. The nobleness and elegance engraved into his bones made him look like a flower on a cliff. Coquettish but awe-inspiring.

As for the eyes that Si Yang looked at him, it was not so much anger as contempt.

Yu Zheng couldn't tell what it was like. It even feels absurd. Obviously he won this match. He discovered the weakness that Si Yang had hidden for many years, and he almost drove this man crazy on the spot.

Why should he look at himself with such eyes?

What is Si Yang thinking? Or, as far as Si Yang is concerned, anyone who has done such humiliating things to him can be taken lightly?

Yu Zheng clenched his fists subconsciously, and his anger gradually burned.

But this time the old housekeeper looked at Si Yang with surprise. The word "Family Law" sounds like something that only existed in ancient times. But there are indeed in every family. It was light, but it was just a few hits. To be more serious, it is a big deal to lose face!

A dignified young master was beaten in front of his family's servants. If it was passed out tomorrow, Yu Zheng didn't have to be a man!

"Younger..." The butler wanted to persuade.

But Si Yang asked him lightly, "Does my words no longer work?"

The old housekeeper was silent for a long while, and finally went downstairs with Yu Zheng.

"Young master, kneel down!" Taking the whip the maid had taken out from the calligraphy, the old butler pointed to the floor of the first floor hall.

Yu Zheng looked back at him in surprise.

Si Yang said he was mentally prepared to beat him when he became a monk. What does it mean to let him kneel down now?

"Let go! I won't kneel!" Yu Zheng stared at Si Yang sitting on the sofa, struggling desperately.

Si Yang looked at the bodyguard who was called in, "Squeeze him down."

The bodyguard started, and the two stopped Yu Zheng together. One of them kicked Yu Zheng behind his knee. Yu Zheng was unsteady and fell to his knees with a "puff". He was kneeling in front of Si Yang.

"Let go of me!" Yu Zheng still wanted to break free.

Si Yang ordered the old butler, "Do it."

The whip suddenly fell on the back. It was an old object passed down by the Yu family for several generations. I don't know how many unfilial sons were beaten. The pliable leather is mixed with steel wire, and the skin becomes fleshy when it comes down.

There was a blood stain on Yu Zheng's back.

The old butler's hand holding the whip shook.

Si Yang, "Are you wrong?"

Yu Zheng gritted his teeth, "Dreaming!"

Si Yang, "Fight! Fight until you admit your mistake!"

The old butler closed his eyes and went down again with a whip. Yu Zheng coughed twice and struggled a little less.

In the third time, Yu Zheng was stained with blood on his back.

In the fifth time, sweat oozing from the pain dripped from his forehead to the ground.

For the tenth time, Yu Zheng gasped, almost unable to moan.

The old housekeeper still couldn't get down with the whip. As for the maids watching in the hall, their eyes were red, and they couldn't bear to keep watching.

Si Yang motioned to the old butler to stop first, and then asked Yu Zheng, "Do you know what's wrong?"

Yu Zheng panted and raised his head, staring at Si Yang with hatred.

"I, I won't admit wrong."

"Si Yang... you **** heart-hearted, even if you kill me, I won't admit your mistakes!"

"You won't shed tears if you don't see the coffin." Si Yang said contemptuously, "Stupid."

"Don't... isn't it that you deceived people too much?" Every word of Yu Zheng seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, full of humiliation. "I feel sorry for the death of your parents and adopt you as an adopted son. Teaching. You don’t know how to be grateful, and you are still trying to seize the family property. You left me out and forced my parents to die early..."

"Little young master! You speak carefully!" The old butler was immediately excited, and quickly interrupted Yu Zheng.

But Yu Zheng held back for a long time, and a series of pours out like pouring beans, "What’s wrong with what I said? Si Yang, think about the urn that I was holding today during the day. If my parents are still sitting here, you have Are you qualified to hit me?"

"Why are you hitting me?"

"You deserve to be a brother too!"

Si Yang got up from the sofa.

"Young Master! Calm down, you can't help but get angry now." The old housekeeper hurried over to help him.

Si Yang gently pushed away his hand holding him.

"All out!" Si Yang's nonchalant tone made the secretary and the old butler dare not persuade. What's more, the next quarrel involves matters of the previous generation, and it is indeed not something that can be said to the public.

The old housekeeper and secretary took the maid and bodyguard to the second floor together, leaving the first floor lobby to the brothers.

Yu Zheng was badly injured, struggling to get up, but he didn't have any strength at all. He was still kneeling on the ground, looking up at Si Yang coldly. He received a solid beating, but still dared to show no respect for Si Yang.

When Si Yang walked to him, Yu Zheng thought he would do it himself.

"What? Do you still want to hit me?"

However, Si Yang just squatted down and stared at him.

"Yu Zheng, did you just mention your parents, right?" I don't know if it was because of the dead. Si Yang's voice was extraordinarily soft, as if he had stepped on an apex.

"..." Yu Zheng fell silent for a moment.

But Si Yang pinched his chin and forced him to look up at him, "Do you remember what you did to me just now?"

After the fall? Yu Zheng turned his head too far to ignore him.

Si Yang, however, carefully counted the strokes, "I want to play different tricks with my hands. Who taught you the tie with blindfolded eyes? Yu Zheng, if your parents are really there, you dare Is that right to me?"

"You said I don't deserve to be a brother, what about you? What qualifications do you have to be a brother?"

"What did you do today? What were you thinking in your mind when you controlled me? Are you excited about revenge or other emotions?"

"What do you want to say?"

"At that time, you had a reaction." Leaning in Yu Zheng's ear, Si Yang hit the nail on the head.

"Nonsense! How could I treat you... to you..."

"Then why do you think I hit you? It's because of your infamous calculations? Or because of your whimsical plan to kill me on the spot so that you can seize power?" "Yu Zheng, what did you say when holding the urn today? Did you say to take your parents home?"

"..."

"I would like to ask you, what you did to me in the hallway is just to let them see with their own eyes what kind of shame you are, natural rebellious, brother incest?"

"Si Yang, you!" Yu Zheng raised his head abruptly, as if rising from the ground. But this time, he was firmly pressed to the ground by Si Yang.

Si Yang sat on the chair, pinched his chin, lowered his head almost face to face with him.

"Want to kiss me?" The moist breath was in the ear, and the soft lips almost slipped away from the earlobe.

Yu Zheng's body suddenly froze.

Si Yang's movements did not stop, his low chuckle, gorgeous but low voice was bone-cutting and seductive, and Si Yang's other hand also guided Yu Zheng's hand on his neck.

"Want to touch me?"

The skin under the palm is warm and tropical with a jade-like texture. A little bit of force can leave finger marks.

Yu Zheng wanted to take it back, but he couldn't help but flicked it. Too terrible. The person in front of him was a monster cultivated in Fengyue Field. Tempered a style. A few words to instigate even the enemy will fall.

Yu Zheng struggled hard, trying to escape this kind of control. But in Si Yang's eyes, it was just moths fighting the fire. He finally said the most difficult words to control.

"Yu Zheng, I have always been very curious, what is your purpose for buying Lin Tang?"

"Just want to **** me off?"

"Or... do you want me to serve you like Lin Tang?"

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