The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 953
Chapter 950
"Your master?"

Seeing Miao Fenglang killing all directions and trampling Miao Zhanhu to death, Miao Jinge was furious.

He wished that Miao Fenglang would be hacked into pieces, but there was nothing he could do about it for a while.

Suppression of blood, invulnerability, and infinite strength. Octagonal Tower's methods of easily crushing masters have no effect on Miao Fenglang.

This kind of realm and ability is estimated to be possessed only by the Eighth Patriarch of the Miao family in Houshan.

But those are all old monsters over 100 years old. How can Miao Fenglang be compared at this age?
So when he heard that Miao Fenglang still had a master, Miao Jinge couldn't help asking angrily, "Who is your master?"

"I!"

At this moment, Yekong shouted again, the sound was so loud that the hearts of the Miao men and women trembled.

"boom!"

At almost the same moment, the door was knocked open again, and nearly a hundred men in black clothes who were tightly wrapped poured in.

A sharp sword in one hand and a crossbow arrow in the other.

Under the leadership of Dugu Shang, they scattered like phantoms one by one, and blocked the Miao clan's elite at an extremely fast speed.

Then, Yuan Qingyi also rushed in with hundreds of people in gray clothes.

Ye Fan walked behind with a stern expression on his face.

Yuan Qingyi walked close to Ye Fan out of instinct.

"Evan?"

"Ye Fan! Yuan Qingyi!"

Seeing this, Miao Jinge roared angrily: "You dare to come here to play wild?"

"I don't want to come, but President Miao insists on inviting me, so I'll come and walk around."

Ye Fan picked up a blood-stained ax from the ground and said, "By the way, clean the door."

"Ye Fan, are you courting death?"

In a rage, Miao Jinge was about to order the siege, but suddenly remembered that he still had hostages in his hands.

"You're not afraid of death, aren't you afraid of your father's death?"

He made a gesture, and several Miao men and women immediately pulled out Ye Wujiu, and then put an ax on his neck.

"father--"

Ye Fan couldn't help shouting: "Are you okay?"

"Ye Fan, are you here?"

Ye Wujiu looked at Ye Fan and responded weakly: "I'm fine, President Miao treats me well, treats me to peanuts and drinks with me."

"To shut up!"

Miao Jinge took out a sharp sword and put it on Ye Wujiu's neck and shouted:

"Ye Fan, I didn't expect you to be so filial. You came all the way to Miaocheng for your useless father."

"I welcome you to die, but I didn't expect that you would kill so many of my children without even saying a word."

"Tonight, one of you counts as one, and you will all have to pay the price."

"I order you now, let your people put down their weapons and surrender immediately, and you also have to cut off your hand."

"Otherwise, I'll cut off your father, so that you can't be a filial son."

Miao Jinge shouted murderously, "Kneel down for me."

Countless elites of the Miao family also yelled, calling for Ye Fan to kneel down and surrender.

Ye Fan ignored Miao Jinge, just stared at Ye Wujiu, seeing that he was not injured, and he was not infected, he felt a lot more relaxed.

"Miao Jinge, the older you get, the more shameless you become."

Yuan Qingyi took a step forward and sneered:
"Let's not say that you have violated the rules of the Martial League. Even if you hijack Uncle Ye, you will lose the face of the Miao clan."

"The dignified president of the Miaocheng Martial Arts League, the spiritual leader of the Miao family, has actually committed the most indiscriminate means."

She bewitched the people present: "You are not worthy to be the king of Miaocheng."

"Yuan Qingyi, I haven't seen you for a few days, she has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and she's all set."

"Why, with Ye Fan as your backer, how dare you challenge me?"

Miao Jinge clicked his tongue endlessly: "I really regret leaving you to my son."

"If I had known you were cheap, Ye Fan, I would have taken your lead first."

Looking at Yuan Qingyi's well-proportioned figure and the tenacity shown by his martial arts training, Miao Jinge couldn't help but feel an evil fire rising in his heart.

Yuan Qingyi's eyes turned cold: "A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory."

"Stop talking nonsense, although you are quite capable, and there are living dead people suppressing poison, but this is my territory."

Miao Jinge laughed loudly: "Octagonal Tower, I have two thousand children in my hands, and Miaocheng has thousands of people who are vassals of me."

"When you come, you die."

"And Ye Wujiu is in my hands, if you don't kneel down and surrender, I will cut off his hands and feet."

He swiped the sharp sword across Ye Wujiu's chest, his clothes were torn apart, showing the sharpness of the sword tip.

"Miao Jinge, have you lost your mind?"

Yuan Qingyi also sneered: "You have hostages, and I also have hostages."

She made a gesture, and several cronies immediately dragged two people out from behind.

One is Miao Jingyun with crippled limbs, and the other is Miao Zhuifeng with bruised nose and swollen face.

Miao Jingyun is white and clean, and his clothes are still gorgeous, but his eyes have long been dead, and he has despaired of life.

Although Miao Zhuifeng had a lot of scars and his limbs were broken, he kept struggling like a vicious dog:
"Father, leave me alone, kill them, kill them haha."

"After killing them, capture Tang Ruoxue, force her a hundred times, and throw her into the back mountain, so that the ancestor can become a puppet and die slowly."

Miao Zhuifeng laughed wildly, hysterical like a madman.

"boom--"

Yuan Qingyi stepped on his mouth, causing five or six of his teeth to fall out, stopping his madness.

Then, she looked at Miao Jinge: "Let Uncle Ye go, or your two sons will be buried with him."

"Hahaha, interesting, interesting, threatening me like this."

Miao Jinge showed a sinister smile, and looked at Yuan Qingyi indifferently:
"That's right, the two of them are my sons, and I also hope to save them, but seeing them ruined like this, I suddenly lost interest."

"When I rescued them back, I raised two wastes, which were useless to me and added trouble."

"So I don't care about their life or death."

"And I, Miao Jinge, have three wives and four concubines. I have many sons and daughters. I will just retrain them. If it doesn't work, I will give birth to a woman."

"President Yuan, if you like, you can also leave a seed for me, Miao Jinge."

He wasn't afraid of Yuan Qingyi's threats at all, except that this was his territory, and he was really disappointed with Brother Miao Jingyun.

For him, raising people is like raising Gu, the winner survives.

"I know that Guild Miao has a lot of children, so I invited them all here."

At this time, Ye Fan, who had been silent all this time, smiled lightly, and then made a gesture.

"what?"

A bus passed by, the door was opened, and dozens of people were escorted out of the bus.

Miao Jinge's body shook, and he opened his eyes wide, staring at this group of black shadows, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"how can that be?"

These dozens of men and women are Miao Jinge's three wives and four concubines, and their children.

The second wife, the third wife, the fourth wife, the 21-year-old third son, the fourth daughter... and the nominal father-in-law.

All 32 people are on the list.

On their necks, a machete was held, the light of the machete flickered, cold and bloodthirsty.

Miao Jingyun and Miao Zhuifeng were born of the dead lady, and they are also Miao Jinge's two most valued sons, but it doesn't mean that he has no women outside.

In contrast, Miao Jinge had seven women and fifteen children.

Just to avoid conflicts in daily life and for the better and more comprehensive development of the children, Miao Jinge did not let them live in the octagonal building.

Instead, they were arranged in Miaocheng, Zhonghai, Longdu, Gangcheng and other places, and several teams of bodyguards were arranged for them.

I thought this would give them the best protection, the best development, and better pass on the incense for myself in the future.

But it never occurred to him that the three wives and four concubines, including their children, were all arrested by Ye Fan.

This kind of method, this mastery of information, made Miao Jinge angry, but also fearful.

He yelled out: "Ye Fan, good trick."

"Bastard, you dare to kidnap me, do you want to die?"

When Miao Jinge's third son saw his father, he immediately roared with confidence:

"Do you know who my father is? The mayor has to pretend to be a grandson when he sees him. You idiots, it's a ghost to walk out of the Octagon today."

He defiantly provoked Ye Fan: "I fucking swear, I, Miao Sanjin, will definitely kill you."

"Original grievances and grievances in the world, I have always believed that one person should do things and one should be responsible."

Ye Fan ignored the aggressive Miao Sanjin, and looked at Miao Jinge with his hands behind his back:
"But you all continue to challenge my bottom line, and forcefully reversed the notion that it's not a disaster for my family..."

"So I learned from Chairman Miao."

"Your three wives and four concubines, fifteen children, four fathers and six mothers, I invited them all here."

"Don't talk nonsense, cut one first as a respect."

With a wave of Ye Fan's finger, Yuan Qingyi took a step back, raised the knife in his hand, and chopped off Miao Sanjin's head...

Blood everywhere.

(End of this chapter)