Chapter 675
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"Feng Muyu, I don't care what your true motive is. From the moment you planned to assassinate the First Prince, we were destined to be enemies. You have your stand, and our stand is different. This was destined to be the outcome today. Now, I admit that you're a cut above us. You've tricked us, and you've even grabbed Jane Ning's golden shield. We won't touch you, but … that doesn't mean we won't do anything. Go back, I've already prepared your wedding gift for you."
Wei Ziyao looked at Feng Muyu. The latter looked back at her in disbelief. He had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.
He quickly turned around and ran back. When he reached home, he knocked on the door, but no one answered.
Feng Muyu panicked. He flipped over the wall and entered the house.
He was injured tonight, and his body was still bleeding, but he couldn't care less.
The smell of blood was stronger in the courtyard, even though he had it on him.
He walked in numbly. The door to his room was open, and the lights inside were on.
There was a brocade box wrapped in blue cloth on the table. The bottom of the box was already black. Blood flowed out of the box, covering the table and the floor.
Feng Muyu had already thought of something, but he couldn't believe it. Or rather, he didn't want to believe it.
No … it couldn't be.
He walked forward, and with trembling hands, untied the cloth on the brocade box.
When the cloth was opened, there was an exquisitely carved wooden box inside. This wooden box alone was worth a fortune.
When the box was opened, it was the head of the bodyguard who had followed him for more than a decade.
"No! No!!! "Feng Muyu's eyes widened instantly, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"No …" He shook his head desperately. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
For more than a decade, this bodyguard had been by his side, taking care of him, protecting him, and even … warming him.
In his heart, this bodyguard was no longer just a bodyguard, but a family member.
This was the only warmth he had after more than a decade of coldness.
"No!" Feng Muyu hugged the box, his hands clutching it tightly. He fell onto the stool, unwilling to accept this reality.
He didn't want to accept the fact that he was enemies with Ki Chien-chul and Wei Ziyao.
Everything started because of him, but it was already impossible for him to turn back.
"Who is it?" At this time, he suddenly turned around and saw a person in black standing on the book behind him.
"This humble one has come under the orders of my master to give you this great gift. My master ordered this humble one to properly appreciate your painful expression before returning to share it with her. Now that this humble one has completed his mission, I will take my leave first."
After saying this, Bat was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something.
"Oh, that's right. This thing … Master said that you're not worthy and ordered me to destroy it. However, it's Master's blood and sweat after all. I really couldn't bear to destroy it, so … I put it there for you to admire."
After that, he pointed at the base of the wall.
Feng Muyu looked over and saw a corpse that was tied up in a very humiliating manner, kneeling there. His head was already cut off, and there was a folding fan stuck in his throat.
This folding fan was a treasure that Feng Muyu never left his hands.
But he didn't bring it today.
How ruthless …
Feng Muyu grabbed his own chest.
That kind of pain … It was real pain.
Who said that he couldn't feel pain?
He could feel it!
Looking at the kneeling corpse on the ground, Feng Muyu spat out blood. It was unknown whether it was from anger, anger, or sadness.
"Tsk tsk, how boring," Bat complained, turned around, and jumped away.
Feng Muyu looked at the guard's corpse with bloodshot eyes. He turned over and lay on the cold ground.
"Ah!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
He was venting.
He was venting the frustration in his heart, the pain, and the anger.
He finally knew what it meant to live a life worse than death.
Who should he hate? Ziyuan, who was behind everything?
He had always hated this person.
Should he hate Wei Ziyao for being so ruthless?
He hated! How could he not hate?
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