Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Jiang Xiaochuan moved quickly along the wall. The wild dogs on the roadside seemed to be smelling something unusual and running back and forth.

The wind stirred up dust, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air.

A few dead trees were swaying in the strong wind, and the wind smelled of incense and paper money.

He followed the source of the smell, and a dilapidated building came into view.

In front of the building, a black-and-white photo of Zhu Zhenshan is placed on a long table.

Zhu Wen stood in front of the photo, with a hint of ferocity and madness on his face. The incense in his hand swayed in the wind, as if it might go out at any time.

The strong men around them wore black hoods, only revealing a pair of fierce eyes. They looked around warily.

Not only that, there were also two skinny middle-aged men wearing linen shirts.

They stood there like two sculptures, motionless, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

When Jiang Xiaochuan's figure appeared in everyone's sight, the originally silent venue instantly became tense.

The two middle-aged men locked eyes with Jiang Xiaochuan instantly like hawks.

"Woooo..."

Miao Ruoxi, who was tied to the pillar, saw Jiang Xiaochuan's arrival. She struggled to speak, but her mouth was sealed and she could only make a weak moan.

Zhu Wen's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning and expectation.

He slowly turned around and faced Jiang Xiaochuan, with a cruel smile on his lips.

"Jiang Xiaochuan, you are finally here!"

A cruel smile appeared on Zhu Wen's lips, but then he showed dissatisfaction, "You came too late."

Following Zhu Wen's gesture, one of his subordinates took two steps forward.

Zhu Wen's eyes were as cold as ice as he ordered: "Go and leave some souvenirs for that woman."

After saying this, he held a sharp knife and walked towards Miao Ruoxi.

"and many more."

Jiang Xiaochuan wished he could tear Zhu Wen into pieces, but he knew that with those two masters in charge, he had no chance unless he was caught by surprise.

He could only take out his cell phone and explain, "It's only eighteen minutes."

Hahaha..." Zhu Wen laughed loudly and said with a mocking look on his face: "You are really naive, I am playing tricks on you, are you very angry? Hahaha..."

"Zhu Wen, if you still have some blood, let her go. I will accompany you no matter what!"

"Bloody?"

Zhu Wen sneered again and again, "From the moment you destroyed me, I was no longer the same person. Now, nothing matters anymore."

Seeing the strong man approaching Miao Ruoxi, Jiang Xiaochuan could no longer bear it and was about to rush out at the slightest movement.

However, a middle-aged man stopped in front of him like a shadow.

Jiang Xiaochuan struck out with a palm, but it was easily deflected by the opponent. The backlash caused him to take several steps back and fall heavily to the ground.

"A mere kid who has just entered Xiantian dares to make trouble here."

The middle-aged man mocked.

From the moment he entered the scene, he noticed that the auras of the two of them were both in the middle stage of Xiantian, the same realm as him.

Jiang Xiaochuan deliberately used secret methods to suppress his realm to the early stage of innateness.

"Hahaha."

Seeing Jiang Xiaochuan in such a mess, Zhu Wen laughed happily.

"It's awesome. I hired it with the money you donated."

"Cough cough!"

After coughing twice, Jiang Xiaochuan raised a hand, slowly got up from the ground, and looked directly into Zhu Wen's eyes: "As long as it doesn't hurt her, you can do whatever you want with me. Isn't this exactly what you want?"

"That's what you said."

Zhu Wen smiled disdainfully, "Since you made such a base request, I will satisfy you."

He waved, and the strong man responded immediately, pressing the sharp blade tightly against Miao Ruoxi's delicate neck.

The cold blade slightly dug into the skin, and Miao Ruoxi's eyes were filled with fear and helplessness.

"Now!"

Zhu Wen announced coldly, "I want you to kneel in front of my father's portrait like a dog wagging its tail begging for mercy."

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes were locked tightly on Miao Ruoxi's face. Every tremble and every tear she made pierced his heart like a sharp knife.

He knew that his decision at this moment would determine her life or death.

However, asking Jiang Xiaochuan to kneel in front of Zhu Zhenshan's portrait was even more difficult for him to accept than death.

This is not only an insult to his character, but also a betrayal of the deep hatred between him and Zhu Wen.

"Why, don't you want to?"

Seeing Jiang Xiaochuan's delay in making any move, Zhu Wen sneered, "To be honest, I'm not willing to ask you to kneel down like this. You should beg for mercy and kneel down like a dog."

As he finished speaking, two strong men walked toward Jiang Xiaochuan with iron rods in their hands.

Their eyes were full of hostility and cruelty, like two hungry beasts staring at their prey.

"Don't resist," Zhu Wen reminded sadly, "otherwise I guarantee that this bitch will die miserably."

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes flashed with hatred, and he knew that he could not succumb to Zhu Wen's threat.

However, when the two strong men swung iron bars and hit him hard, he could only choose to dodge and defend.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and Jiang Xiaochuan was hit hard in the back with an iron rod from one of the strong men.

Seeing this, another strong man violently attacked Jiang Xiaochuan with an iron rod.

Jiang Xiaochuan could only try his best to avoid and fight back, and soon fell into passivity.

"Pfft!" With a muffled sound, Jiang Xiaochuan was hit hard on the calf with an iron rod from one of the strong men.

Zhu Wen looked at Jiang Xiaochuan's embarrassed appearance with a cruel smile on his face. He shouted with red eyes, "Hit him on the head and make him howl like a dog."