Emperor of Death

Chapter 133 I Hate Fingering Me

In Zhang's courtyard, Zhang Zhiguang gave Ye Chen a sneer look, and then ignored Ye Chen.

Then Zhang Zhiguang stretched out his hand and continued to touch Huang Xinrou's face, as if he would not stop until he took off his veil, Ye Chen was completely ignored by them.

It's just a child of a small family, such a person bullies a lot, even if he takes over his wife, so what?Zhang Zhiguang didn't care about Yechen's resistance at all, as for the few people behind, they booed even more.

In Huang Xinrou's eyes, strong anger had already flashed, watching Zhang Zhiguang's hand getting closer and closer to her face, showing signs of eruption.

Ye Chen at the side suddenly made a move and grabbed the hilt of Huang Xinrou's long sword.

With a sound of "Bang!", the long sword was unsheathed, and the light of the sword flashed across the front of everyone like lightning, and a fierce killing intent rushed towards them.

Everyone's pupils contracted suddenly, and then they saw a bloody palm flying up in front of them, blood splashing in the air.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiguang's eyes widened, his mouth widened, and he held his arm in front of him in disbelief. Seeing the bleeding from his right hand, which had lost its palm, Zhang Zhiguang uttered a hysterical scream: "Ah!"

"Papa papa!" The palm fell on the table and jumped three times in a row.

The people behind Zhang Zhiguang looked at everything before them in disbelief, they had never encountered such an experience, and for a moment they stared blankly at Ye Chen, not knowing what to do.

Zhang Zhiguang's screams quickly attracted everyone's attention, and countless eyes turned to this corner that no one paid attention to at first.

Huang Xinrou glanced at Ye Chen, who said calmly, "Maybe, this can speed up the pace."

A man who looked like a housekeeper hurriedly ran to Zhang Zhiguang's side, supported Zhang Zhiguang and said, "Third Young Master, are you okay, come here, hurry up and inform Madam, and take Third Young Master down to heal his wounds."

"No!" Zhang Zhiguang pushed the housekeeper away viciously, pointed at Ye Chen, and said sharply, "I want him to die, and I will just watch him die."

"Boy, who are you? If you dare to hurt the third young master of my family, will you be exterminated?" Pointing at Ye Chen, the housekeeper shouted sharply, "If you dare to cause trouble in our Zhang family, who will give you the guts."

The long sword in Ye Chen's hand continued to swing out. This butler with the strength of a warrior couldn't see the sword in Ye Chen's hand at all. The next moment, he pointed at Ye Chen's finger, which was precisely cut off by the long sword. Ye Chen Indifferently said: "I hate people pointing fingers at me the most, you can point at me with another finger."

The severe pain made the housekeeper gasp.

In the distance, countless guests watched this scene and talked about it.

"Who is this, dare to confront the Zhang family?"

"I don't know him. Looking at the place where he is sitting, it is the most remote table. He should be a disciple of a newly promoted small family."

"I don't know how to flatter you, the son of the Zhang family, how can someone from a small family be able to fight against him, this stunned young man is usually spoiled by his family, and he doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth when he goes out."

"If you offend the Zhang family this time, I'm afraid they will be exterminated."

"That's why you can't spoil children. If you don't open your eyes one day and offend someone who can't be offended, wouldn't it hurt the whole family." Someone shook his head and sighed.

Fatty, the head of the Wang family, stared blankly at Ye Chen, and murmured: "Isn't that a kid who can't even enter the door? Why did he slip in and hurt the members of the Zhang family? gone."

Just as Zhao Yahui and Zhao Lan came out of the inner hall, they happened to see this scene. Zhao Yahui stared blankly at Yechen with her mouth wide open.

Zhao Lan whispered next to Zhao Yahui: "Fortunately, I asked you to draw a clear line with him just now, otherwise, we will all be implicated now."

"He, he is my classmate." Zhao Yahui whispered.

Zhao Lan snorted coldly: "It's just a stunned young man. So many people in the Ye family were killed by the Zhang family, and he ran in foolishly to make trouble. Isn't this courting death? After the Zhang family finds out his identity, absolutely It is impossible to get out alive, Yahui, you are just a classmate, don’t put yourself in it. And you have to know, if you get in, not only will you die, but you will also implicate our family and your parents. Dancheng, it's too easy for the Zhang family to kill people. Don't implicate us."

"Alas!" Zhao Yahui's eyes were a little gloomy. Zhao Lan was right, the reality is so cruel. Sometimes, when I get hotheaded, it's not only the problem of my own death, but also the whole family.

Zhao Yahui could only keep silent and continue to watch the development of the situation.

The butler with the broken finger yelled at the servants who followed him: "What are you still doing, tie him up first and hand him over to the owner and wife."

"Yes!" The six servants responded, holding wooden sticks, and smashed viciously at Yechen.

"Are you looking for death?" Ye Chen stabbed out with his long sword, and the servant who approached Ye Chen first had his throat pierced and fell slowly to the ground.

The servant fell to the ground, his body twitching on the ground, blood flowed from his throat, staining the ground under his feet red.

The rest of the servants didn't dare to step forward anymore. They were low in strength, low in status and low in treatment in the Zhang family, and they didn't want to risk their lives just because of an order from the housekeeper.

"Go up, go up." The housekeeper yelled desperately, but the life-saving servant only dared to look at Ye Chen holding the long sword from a distance, and never dared to go forward again.

"This guy actually killed people." Someone shook his head and said, "How courageous."

"Injured the young master of the Zhang family, killed the servants of the Zhang family, and at such an important celebration, I can't think of a reason why this kid and his family can survive."

"The newly promoted family was ruined by a stunned young man."

"Guang'er, who hurt my Guang'er." A sharp voice came from behind the crowd, and the crowd moved away one after another. A middle-aged lady in her 40s, still charming, and luxuriously dressed, was supported by a maid. Walking into the courtyard, when he saw Zhang Zhiguang, he quickly ran to his side, supported Zhang Zhiguang's arm, and then pressed the severed arm back onto his arm.

"Quick, bring me the intermittent ointment." The middle-aged lady shouted loudly.

The maid handed over a cold jade box, the middle-aged woman opened it, took out a black elixir, crushed it, and sprinkled it on Zhang Zhiguang's wound. The maid stepped forward and carefully wrapped the wound with gauze.

After doing all this, the middle-aged woman was relieved. The next moment, anger flooded her pretty face, and a sharp voice screamed in the yard: "Who, who did it."

"Ma'am, it's the young master who was injured by this kid, and even killed one of our slaves." The housekeeper pointed at Ye Chen with the finger of his other hand, and said viciously.

"Ah!" There was another painful cry.

"I've said it before, I hate being pointed at me." Ye Chen's voice came slowly.

(End of this chapter)