Chapter 259 (1/2)

”Are you sure yu'er is dead?” In the inner courtyard of the yuan family, a voice sounded old but powerful.

Jiang HENGWEI lowered his head with a touch of respect on his face and stood there with his hands tied. In front of him was an old man with white hair and beard. His eyes were shining and he stared at him. It was obvious that he had made the voice just now.

The old man is the current owner of the yuan family, Jiang Heng's father, Jiang mijian.

In front of the old man, Jiang Heng was not a bit domineering, but obedient like a sheep.

”Father, I have found out that yu'er has indeed been killed!”

It was in front of Jiang mijian that he couldn't express his feelings too much, but at the moment, there was still a touch of hard to hide sadness in his eyes, with a trace of moisture, even his voice with a trace of tremor under repression.

”Pa!” Jiang mijian slapped the table hard and smashed the greasy purple sand teapot that didn't look like an ordinary product to the ground.

The tea splashed out, and the light fog on the ground made his face look more gloomy.

”Good, good death!” Jiang mijian stood up suddenly and drank loudly. He didn't get angry but smiled. But in his voice, there was a trace of excitement: ”this unfilial son told him not to go to Zhenhai and not to find Liu Yan again. He didn't listen. Is it really so easy to go to Zhenhai?”

The voice was full of anger at first, but in the end, it was full of sadness.

Jiang Heng's body was shocked, but his teeth clenched tightly.

Jiang mijian didn't seem to see his expression, but his voice was interrupted, followed by a dead silence.

A moment later, he slowly sat down and looked at Jiang Heng. His eyes were tight and said, ”who killed Yu Er?”

Then he added with a murderous spirit: ”no matter who he is, the blood of my Jiang family's children can't flow in vain. I want him to pay for his blood and kill his family!”

Jiang Heng's eyes flickered, looked at his father sadly and angrily and said, ”it's a monk called waste!”

”Monk?” Jiang mijian was slightly stunned, and a doubt flashed in his eyes: ”why did he kill yu'er?”

Jiang Heng looked at his father and suddenly showed a touch of hesitation in his eyes.

What kind of person is Jiang mijian? From his son's short expression change, he already knew that things were not as simple as he imagined. He immediately narrowed his eyes. The originally scattered momentum on his body was suddenly put away and his eyes were faint: ”is this monk the brother of that man?”

Jiang Heng hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded fiercely: ”yes!”

Silence, a long silence, instantly shrouded in the whole study.

Let this small study become gloomy and terrible.

Jiang mijian was silent for a long time, but his thick eyebrows suddenly frowned. Between his eyebrows and eyes, he was so angry that Jiang Heng in front of him couldn't help trembling and looked at his father in horror.

But Jiang mijian didn't look at him, but hummed heavily: ”Zhitong old bald donkey, I don't offend the river with your well water, but today you provoked me. I really thought that my yuan family was afraid of you!”

Jiang Heng looked at his father in surprise. Obviously, he didn't know why his father suddenly mentioned such a name.

Looking at the confusion in his eyes, Jiang mijian suddenly spit out a mouthful of turbid air, as if he was a little old in an instant.

Jiang Heng was shocked. He looked at his father in amazement. In his impression, his father always planned strategies, but what happened today?

Is it because of the name my father just said?

Who the hell is that man?

In his mind, there was a sudden flash of inspiration, but he remembered that when investigating the identity of the wasted master, wasn't that the name of the wasted master?

Is it him?