knew that Yang Yi must have died, but he never thought that he would die so miserably. It is said that Mo Yunfang's methods are vicious, and he has never seen it, but when he saw it today, Murong Qingyu, who was used to seeing dead people, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

It's so cruel!

"Dad, this is Mr. Yang, Mo Yunfang, she actually ......" actually cut the dignified poison king Yang Yi with a thousand knives until there was no tendon left.

Outside the Marshal's Mansion, all the shadow guards who were placed in the secret place had been knocked to the ground, Murong Qingyu's face turned dark, and he asked sharply, "See who came over and threw the corpse?" ”

"Generalissimo Qiqi, that man is extremely agile and knows poison, we just felt someone behind us, and we couldn't move. I saw only a figure passing by, and the skeleton was already left in the doorway. ”

Although Murong Qingyu wanted to scold these shadow guards for being useless things, he endured it for a long time, and finally gave up. His great affairs are about to be implemented, and now it is necessary to cultivate the absolute loyalty of his subordinates to him.

"Come on, help them down to rest, and the secret guards outside the door will be replaced by a new batch. Carry Mr. Yang's body into the Marshal's Mansion and bury him! ”

"Wait." After the subordinates carried Yang Yi's body into the marshal's mansion, Murong Yan stopped.

Murong Qingyu looked at Murong Yan, now that Yang Yi is dead, Jing and Murong Yan are his best assistants. Especially Murong Yan.

"Yan'er, what's wrong?"

Unlike Murong Meng, who was standing on the side disgustingly and didn't want to take a step forward at all, at this moment, Murong Yan squatted in front of the corpse, ordered someone to take a pair of gloves and began to check the injuries on Yang Yi's body.

At this moment, Jing, who was lying in the bedroom, was also alarmed by the movement outside the door, and came to the door with the support of the guards, frowning and quietly watching Murong Yan inspect Yang Yi's body.

Not long after, Murong Yan asked, "Dad, do Yang Yi and Mo Yunfang have any deep hatred?" ”

Murong Qingyu shook his head: "No." The Poison King has disappeared from the rivers and lakes for more than twenty years. More than 20 years ago, Mo Yunfang was still a nameless woman, how could she have an enmity with her? ”

Murong Yan frowned and said, "That's weird!" ”

"Is there something wrong?"

Murong Yan nodded: "Of course it's not." If it was according to Dad, they would have killed Yang Yi in a big deal, so why bother to cut him to this point with so many knives?

And you see, there was a large collapse on his sternum, and it was clear that he had been badly wounded before he died. The wound was not like a punch, but a kick.

Yan'er didn't know how deep Mr. Yang's internal force was, but compared to the dignified Poison King, even if he had been in a wheelchair for so long, his internal force should not regress to the point that he couldn't resist even one move.

We can see two points with such a kick, first, the opponent's internal force is deep enough to seriously injure Mr. Yang, who still has internal strength. Second, Mr. Yang's hands and feet were not bound, but this foot was on his chest, which shows that he was defenseless when he took this kick at that time. Then this kick was either done by someone who was extremely familiar with it, or it was done by someone whose martial arts were so profound that he was not able to resist it. There are only two possibilities.

It just so happens that Mr. Jing is also here, so I can ask Mr. Jing to explain it to my father. ”

The light in his eyes under the Jing mask narrowed dangerously into a slit, and he slowly walked to Murong Yan's side.