Mr. Wen stood up, stared coldly at the woman in green in front of him, and snorted coldly: "What if I say no?"
Mu Ziyi raised her eyebrows in surprise, as if she had not expected that his attitude would be so firm.
"If I had known earlier, I should have killed you myself instead of sending some losers." Mr. Wen's voice was slightly gritted.
Mu Ziyi raised her eyes slightly, and there was a flash of light deep in her eyes. Her voice suddenly turned cold: "That would disappoint you, I'm not dead yet."
And appeared in front of him alive and well.
There was a hint of ruthlessness in Mr. Wen's eyes: "A waste can actually escape from the hands of a killer. This is not about how powerful you are, but how powerful the people around you are."
Listening to the man's words, Mu Ziyi did not refute.
Indeed, without Mousse, how could she safely stand here and listen to him at this moment.
The woman frowned secretly, wondering where Mousse was now and whether she was safe or not.
"Father, let's stop this matter." Wen Ruohan, who had been quiet on the side, suddenly spoke, with a hint of indifference in his voice: "This Wen Mansion is your hard work, and there are so many lives in the manor, you really don't care.
Yet?"
care?
Mr. Wen turned to look at the man, with a gloomy look in his eyes: "As a member of the Wen family, you should know the rules of the Wen family. They will do whatever I tell them to do. So why not sacrifice for me today?"
He didn't care much about a few human lives.
Listening to what the man said, Mu Ziyi frowned without a trace. This Mr. Wen was so cruel that he could actually attack one of his own.
Wen Ruoyao didn't like Mu Ziyi very much, but she didn't like the woman in Qingyue Valley either. The woman frowned slightly and reminded her loudly: "Does father want to give up his country for a beauty?"
"Why not?" Mr. Wen snorted coldly.
If possible, he would want to go crazy once.
"Father, are you crazy? Where have you put so many people in the Wen family, and where have you put your daughter and eldest brother?" Normally, Wen Ruoyao would never talk to Mr. Wen like this.
But now seeing him acting like this for a woman, I really couldn't help the long-suppressed anger in my heart.
"I saved her, and her life should be mine. I don't want to hand it over, and no one can force me." Mr. Wen seemed to have been hardened by the weight, and his attitude was very determined.
Wen Ruohan frowned slightly: "Father, you have always been strict in your actions and never allowed us to make mistakes. But today, why are you so confused and unwilling to listen to advice?"
"There's no need to say anything more, I've made up my mind." He would never hand over the woman.
Seeing Mr. Wen like this, Mu Ziyi couldn't help but frown, but said nothing.
Yun Zhongge stared coldly at the man in red in front of him, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and a black halo suddenly burst out from his body. He rushed towards the man in a flash, and quickly pinched him with his five fingers.
The man's neck lifted his body into the air: "You will pay for what you said!"
As soon as the voice fell, the strength of the man's hand suddenly increased, and his five fingers tightly strangled his neck, as if he was ready to send him to see the King of Hell.
His speed was extremely fast, like a whirlwind. By the time everyone reacted, Mr. Wen had already been restrained by him.