Song Zhijin understood from the conversations of several people that the person who held her behind him was not her uncle at all.

He is a fake, and he is very scheming and vicious, and may take her life.

They were not playing games just now, but catching this fake.

Song Zhijin widened his eyes in horror, and tears flowed out of fear.

She looked at Song Linhao and the others, and her blurred eyes fell on Ji Wennuan who was standing there, and said loudly in panic: "Come here, you are my aunt, aren't you very powerful? You are all the ones that hurt you, you have to be responsible!"

Ji Wennuan's eyes were sharp, "Shut up!"

Song Zhijin cried out and turned his eyes to Cai Jinhua and the others, "Grandpa Zeng, Grandma Zeng, Grandpa, please persuade me quickly. I am the one who is related to you. I am the only girl in the Song family. You can't ignore me. Save me quickly. I don't want to die!"

Cai Jinhua breathed unsteadily and scolded: "Don't you not let you come back? What are you doing when you come back?"

Song Zhijin didn't dare to answer and cried sobbed.

The day before yesterday, Cai Jinhua issued a death order. No one is allowed to come to the Song family in the past two days.

Song Zhijin was originally in school today, but from the eyes that were placed at home, he learned that Ji Wennuan had come to the Song family.

She felt that Cai Jinhua didn't let them come back because she was for Ji Wennuan, and maybe she wanted to give her all the valuable things at home.

Song Zhijin hated Ji Wennuan, and of course she would not want her to take such an advantage.

Ji Wennuan put her trouser pockets in one hand, raised her eyebrows with her head slanted, "What did she say? Did you hear it? Do you think I would take risks for such a thing? My life is so worthless? If you want to kill, kill, don't hesitate, kill, hurry up, kill someone and silly. This is not your style of Boss Jia!"

Ji Wennuan's face was cold, and her face, which was not emotional, didn't seem to be joking at all.

Jia An was unsure and his hand holding the gun shook.

Song Zhijin's teeth were about to break, his face full of hatred, "Ji Wennuan, you vicious woman, no wonder my uncle doesn't want you anymore. Grandma Zeng, don't you love me the most?"

Song Zhijin turned his head and looked at Jia An and begged: "Do you want to leave here? Let me let my grandpa Zeng and others let you leave safely, I promise!"

Jia An looked at Song Zhijin's confident look and felt confident, "You don't care about her life or death, the Song family will not ignore her!"

Ji Wennuan smiled coldly, pointed at Song Zhijin, and then fell on Jia An.

"She can die, but you can't leave here!"

Her voice was cold, word by word, like a life-seeking demon approaching Jia An step by step.

"If you kill her, you kill her if you have the ability. If she wants to die, you will definitely die even more miserable. Wrong, not only will you die miserably, but I will not let you rest after death. I will chop your body into eight pieces, feed half of it to the dog, and cremated half of the cremated ashes, half of it, sprinkle the cremated ashes, and the other half, find a master and nail it with a yellow talisman nail. Then, you will be sent to the eighteenth level of hell because you did too many evil things before your lifetime, and enjoy the pain of torture forever! As for Yi Xiangxing and I, don't worry, we will live well!"

Ji Wennuan's voice was faint and she had a smile on her face, like the judge of hell.

Jia An felt as if something was strangled to his throat, unable to breathe, his face was pale, tangled and painful.

His hand holding the gun was shaking very hard, and he was obviously panic and afraid.

"Ji Wennuan, you dare!"

Jia An was superstitious and was completely angered by Ji Wennuan's words. He was even more uneasy, afraid that he would go to the eighteen levels of hell after his death and would not have the chance to be reborn.

He looked ferocious, roared wildly, pushed Song Zhijin away, and rushed towards Ji Wennuan, who was only a few steps away from her like crazy.

"I kill you!"

Jia An only wanted to kill Ji Wennuan, and even Song Zhijin, the only life-saving hostage.

As long as Ji Wennuan is killed, Yi Xiangxing will definitely suffer in great pain. As well as the Song family, he will take revenge.

Jia An held up his gun and aimed at Ji Wennuan's head.

The first shot, Ji Wennuan avoided it.

His eyes were even more vicious, without any hesitation. When he continued to fire the second shot, his wrist was hit by a bullet flying in the air.

He screamed in pain, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

Soon, a group of people who had just surrounded him stepped forward and captured him.

Jia An was covered in blood and struggled to the death, like a trapped beast being forced into a strange road.

But Song Chengyu's people were not vegetarians. A few of them pressed him to the ground together, and he couldn't even move.

Song Zhijin looked at Jia An and reached out to touch his neck, with a cold and cruel feeling on his face.

She stood up from the ground, walked to Jia An, and slapped him twice.

Her hands were quite strong, and Jia An was beaten to the corners of his mouth and nose were bleeding.

"What kind of thing are you? You dare to take me hostage!"

Jia An was stunned for a few seconds. He looked up and his eyes were cold and dark, like a poisonous snake.

Song Zhijin was so scared that she took two steps back and put down her hand that was numbed by the shock.

Song Linhao and Cai Jinhua frowned when they looked at Song Zhijin's unruly and useless appearance, and the disappointment on their faces was obvious.

Jia An's eyes were congested, like a blood tank.

He looked at Ji Wennuan unwillingly and said, "Ji Wennuan, you damn bitch, as long as I have a breath, you don't think of a good ending. I must kill you, let's see!"

Ji Wennuan calmed down, "Thank you for your reminder, I will definitely not let the tiger return to the mountain!"

Jia An was stunned for a moment, and was so choked that he almost vomited blood.

He didn't mean that at all.

"You woman with a scorpion heart, you are too strong in your life, and Qin Yichen is defeated by you, you--"

"Smack it!"

"Resist your sister! Resist your ancestors for eighteen generations! Resist you a big-headed ghost!"

Before Jia An finished speaking, his mouth was slapped several times.

Zhu Tiantian's hand speed was very fast. Every time she said something, she slapped Jia An twice in the face.

Jia An's mouth and his face were swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His face was covered in blood, and he was so embarrassed that he could not see the same face as Qin Yichen.

After Zhu Tiantian finished beating the person, she rubbed her numb hands, "Sister Sister, how to deal with it? This fake guy's mouth is too low. Did he cut off his tongue?"

Zhu Tiantian pointed to Jia An, who was swollen like a pig's head, and made a scissors and cracked.

Jia An's head buzzed and he pursed his lips.

The pale face was suddenly seen on his bloody face.

Ji Wennuan looked at the direction of the entrance of the gate, "Clog your mouth and take it down, you can watch it yourself, I'll go there later."

She wants to deal with that idiot Song Zhijin.

The Song family had already prepared a place to detain and interrogate Jia An.

Jia An was taken down.

Song Zhijin looked at Ji Wennuan with a cold expression.

She felt that it was because of Ji Wennuan that she suffered this unrestrained disaster, with hatred in her eyes, "You died and lived, but something happened to my uncle. You almost killed me just now. That person was right, you were just a broom of your life--a!" Xing.

Song Zhijin was filled with righteous indignation. Before he could finish his words, Song Linhao picked up the support in his hand and hit her hard on the back.

Cai Jinhua also slapped her hard in the face.
Chapter completed!