Chapter 642 The heroine who will be cremated at the beginning 2

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Mu Yanchen looked at Jiang Xu again and gave Jiang Xu a contemptuous and malicious smile.

While slowly walking towards Jiang Xu, he said to the two bodyguards without looking back, "When you two go out, remember to close the door."

The two bodyguards did not dare to say anything. As soon as Mu Yanchen opened his mouth, the two of them left Jiang Xu's room as quickly as possible.

Seeing this, Jiang Xu's eyes were still deep and calm, and he leaned against the wall coldly and quietly.

Facing Jiang Xu's cold eyes, Mu Yanchen was stunned for a moment, feeling that the person in front of him seemed different.

However, Jiang Xu's appearance as if he was not afraid of death irritated Muyan Chen. Muyan Chen's eyes suddenly became a little more gloomy. He quickly walked up to Jiang Xu and emphasized his words, "It's a good fate. It's already like this." , and he’s not dead yet.”

"However, there is no point in surviving. If I say you die, you will die."

As he spoke, Mu Yanchen tapped the ring on his hand, and then there was a dagger in his hand. His eyes were full of murderous intent, and he raised the dagger with a sinister smile and stabbed Jiang Xu.

Just when the dagger was a few centimeters away from Jiang Xu, the aura around Jiang Xu suddenly changed, and his quiet and deep eyes were filled with anger, like a hunting bird of prey bouncing off the ground.

"Crack!"

"ah!"

The sound of cracking bones was heard, along with Mu Yanchen's pitiful screams.

There was a dangerous and cold dark color in Jiang Xu's eyes, and the aura around him was dangerous and frightening. He restrained Mu Yanchen's arm with one hand, grabbed his hair with the other, pressed his head and slammed him against the wall.

"boom!"

In an instant, Mu Yanchen was hit with a bloody head, and the screams rang out again.

Jiang Xu didn't stop, grabbing Mu Yanchen's hair and continuing to push his head against the wall...

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Although the door to the room was closed, the soundproofing of the room was not the best. Listening to the faint screams coming from the room, the two bodyguards felt their scalps numb and a little scary.

The two stood up straight, their bodies tensed, not daring to move.

"What's going on inside?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded in their ears. The two bodyguards turned their heads and saw a man with a handsome face walking towards them. This was the eldest young master of the Mu family, Mu Yiyangxiang.

"Young Master." The two of them greeted in unison.

As for Mu Yiyang's question...

Thinking that this was Jiang Xu's brother, the two hesitated.

At this moment, another shrill scream came from the room, this scream was scarier than any of the previous ones.

The two bodyguards were shocked.

Seeing this, Mu Yiyang frowned, "What? Are you mute?"

"Yes...it's the Eighth Young Master, he...he..."

The bodyguard spoke tremblingly, unable to complete a sentence.

Mu Yiyang did not wait for him to finish, but frowned and asked, "Mu Jiangxu is not dead?"

The tone was very cold, even tinged with a bit of dissatisfaction. It was dissatisfaction that Jiang Xu was not dead.

The two bodyguards lowered their heads and nodded.

After talking to the two bodyguards, the screams in the room also disappeared. Mu Yiyang walked straight to the door, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door of the room, "Buddy, the hearse has arrived, hurry up."

The two bodyguards were shocked when they heard Mu Yiyang's words.

This is the seventh young master’s biological brother. This is...

Do you want to allow Mu Yanchen to kill his own brother?

The two bodyguards were shocked by Mu Yiyang's words. Suddenly, the door of the room was opened, and then a figure appeared at the door.

The three people standing at the door turned their heads and looked at the young man who appeared at the door. They saw that the young man had changed into a new suit of clothes and was spinning a dagger with his porcelain-white clean fingers. He was leaning against the door with an expressionless face.