I!The villain licks the dog and his father, and specializes in playing various protagonists

"If there is no death reprieve in the result of the second trial, all of them will be sent away!"

Having said that, Chen Beishan glanced disdainfully at the sluggish Chen Mu, and sneered, "Enjoy your last time!"

After hearing Chen Beishan's words, Chen Mu came back to his senses instantly, "No, no, Dad!"

"Dad, listen to me, no, listen to my explanation!"

"I really I really know I was wrong!"

"Please, let me out, I will be obedient in the future, please..."

Chen Beishan rolled his eyes.

Betrayed his own father, a member of his own family in order to lick a woman.

Why let him out?

Isn't that looking for trouble for yourself?

Chen Beishan smiled disdainfully, turned around and led a group of people, and walked out of the detention center.

No matter what Chen Mu called him, he completely ignored it.

But just as Chen Beishan walked out of the iron gate on the second floor from the prison, and was about to enter the iron gate on the first floor.

There was a sudden pause in the steps.

The orange leader also put his hands on his waist in an instant, as if he was about to pull something out.

However, at the moment of his action.

puff!

Three silver needles suddenly pierced his forehead.

The body fell to the ground with a plop.

Almost instantly.

Chen Wu, who was beside Chen Beishan, was also pierced between his eyebrows by three silver needles.

Countless prison guards also fell to the ground at this moment.

Its eyebrows.

By coincidence, they all carried three silver needles.

just three seconds

In the area between the two iron gates, only Chen Beishan was standing.

"Lin Qingxuan!"

Chen Beishan's pupils shrank, and he looked solemnly at the old man with disheveled hair in front of him. ,

It was Lin Qingxuan!

His face was grim and his clothes were torn, as if he crawled out of a garbage dump.

The moment his eyes fell on Chen Beishan, his eyes almost popped out, and the words in his mouth almost came out of his teeth, "Chen Beishan!"

"You dare to ruin this old man's reputation in his life, and this old man must let you and your whole family be buried with him!"

After Lin Fan died.

Lin Qingxuan also seemed to be cursed by bad luck.

He passed an intersection and was almost killed by a speeding vehicle.

Steal a bottle of mineral water to quench your thirst and nearly choke to death.

Even walking casually on the street, you can see a large number of armed police besieging him.

What's more exasperating!

When he was going to the toilet, he felt the armed police surrounded him and fled in a hurry. When he ran to the outskirts and prepared to urinate on the spot, the media even broadcast him a live broadcast on the Internet!

Damn damn it!

I lost my reputation all my life!

No need to ask!

It was Chen Beishan, the grandson of the turtle, who made the media of the entire Fragrant City mobilize!

He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and prepared to kill Chen Beishan's son who was locked in the detention room to vent his anger.

Unexpectedly.

He had just pretended to be the cook in the detention room and made Chen Mu a bowl of poisoned rice. When he was about to leave, he found Chen Beishan coming!

What the hell!

Damn it, a god-sent opportunity!

He just went on and on and killed Chen Beishan too!

While the second iron door was closed, the first iron door hadn't opened yet.

He killed all the prison guards and the orange chief with his stunt.

The silver needle pierced the center of the eyebrows, pierced the frontal bone, and inserted it directly into the brain, so it's no wonder he didn't die!

See no other obstacles at the moment.

Lin Qingxuan wished he could tear Chen Beishan apart, eat his flesh, drink his blood, chop up his bones and throw them to the dogs!

special!

This fucking old silver coin! ?

Inexplicably messing with their master and apprentice!

As for it! ?

"Chen Beishan, I see you now, who else can save you!"

Lin Qingxuan's face was ferocious, like an evil ghost, that withered old hand was clenched into a fist, and it felt like a casserole was being thrown.