73. Chapter 73 Xiang Yutian, You Don’t Disgus Me 8
Admit it, he was really told what was on his mind.
He has been looking for someone for ten years, and maybe no one else has ever remembered him...
He was indeed... furious.
Xiang Yutian stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and the sky filled with fire reappeared in front of his eyes, burning the entire villa and the peaceful night sky red. Screams and gunshots could be heard everywhere.
His family was destroyed overnight by his enemies when he was young.
The bodies of father and mother were lying on the ground dripping with blood, with wounds and flesh turned outwards. Their hands were tightly intertwined, their fingers interlocked, and their wedding rings were stained red with blood...
Grandpa was shot dead at the door, his eyes staring straight ahead, refusing to rest in peace.
The security guards and servants fell one after another, and the sharp and piercing wails failed to attract any rescue.
He was hiding on a tree in the courtyard, the thick leaves covering his body.
He grabbed the branches and watched helplessly as his enemies set fire to him. He watched as they even spared the three-year-old child of the servant at home. Corpses were scattered everywhere and blood flowed into rivers...
Fires were everywhere, and before evacuating, the people patched up a few more holes in each corpse as a precaution.
The sound of gunshots filled my ears, deafening.
That sound is far more powerful and terrifying than the sound of firecrackers.
…
Sliding down from the tree, he did not even look at his parents and resolutely chose to escape.
He ran for his life alone, with a raging fire behind him. That was his home, his father, and his relatives.
Overnight, he had nothing.
When dawn broke, he fainted next to the trash can on the roadside...
"Ding ding ding..."
No one can imagine how it feels when a person hears the sound of gunshots and heart-rending, desperate cries for help in the middle of the night, and then hears a clear and sweet ringing of bells...
In the fresh dew of dawn, the sound of bells is the cleanest sound in the whole world.
The encounter that day was unforgettable.
He will never forget it until his death.
"Master Xiang." Lone Eagle's voice sounded at the door, breaking the memory in the room.
"Get in."
Xiang Yutian was naturally in a bad mood as his memory was interrupted. He removed his hand from his eyes, his eyes dimmed.
Lone Ying walked in and said in a very low tone, "Sister Yi seems to be dying. The injury on her head seems to be very serious."
Is she dying?
So fast.
Such an arrogant and annoying temper cannot be sustained for a while longer...
Xiang Yutian's eyes suddenly narrowed, his fingers clasped the quilt underneath him, and Jiang Weiwei's fragrance came from the tip of his nose, faint, but everywhere.
Liars should all die.
"She didn't say anything?" Xiang Yutian's voice was cold and bone-chilling, and he didn't care at all.
"He said something intermittently, but we couldn't understand it."
"What did you say?" Xiang Yutian sat up from the bed and asked indifferently.
What else could a bitch who lied to him say before she died, beg for mercy?
Lone Ying stood at the door and said clearly, "It seems to be talking about a bell. Is there a small meow? Or something like that?"
nonsense.
He didn't even ask for mercy when he was about to die.
Xiang Yutian's face turned cold and he stopped asking, "Handle it more cleanly."
"Yes, Mr. Xiang."
Gu Ying knew that he could not say any more, so he walked out in a low mood. As if he thought of something, he turned back and said, "Oh, and she seemed to be calling someone's name. I couldn't hear clearly what city it was.
What."
All are going to die.
Who cares whose name she calls.
For ten years, he has not been able to find Miaomiao, but the liar has already met two...