Chapter 295 Give it to yourself
"Xiaoli is in trouble. The school called. Xiaozhi suddenly vomited a lot of blood in the classroom and then fainted. I just took him to see a doctor but there was nothing wrong with him. Is it because of the family..." At this time, Feng Shengqiang rushed in, followed by two bodyguards, carrying his precious grandson.
When he saw Feng Zheng and his companions, he suddenly stopped.
"Xiaozhi!"
Su Xiaoli turned around and looked at her grandson who was unconscious on the sofa. She took a deep breath, her face suddenly turned as pale as paper, and she started howling.
"Please let Xiaozhi go and give his intelligence back, okay?"
"Xiao Zheng, all the mistakes are our fault. It has nothing to do with Xiaozhi. Xiaozhi is also a child with a miserable life, but he is definitely smart..."
"At worst, we won't cooperate with the Zheng family. I'll ask my son to tell you all of Zheng's plans..."
Feng Shengqiang now understood what was going on. His face suddenly changed and he knelt down.
"Xiaozhi is the lifeblood of our family. If he becomes like he was before...how do you expect us to survive?"
Feng Zheng's eyes were red: "What about my son? He was abused by you like this!"
His son is paralyzed in bed and unconscious because of you two old fools. What about his life?
Someone think about him!
Su Xiaoli looked at his cold and ruthless expression, completely collapsed in despair, and screamed:
"Xiaozhi is about to take the college entrance exam. What should he do if you guys make him like this? His wonderful life has just begun!"
"Since your son is already like that, are you going to watch Xiaozhi become like that and ruin his life?"
"You destroyed Xiaozhi, and the Feng family is truly without a successor. Are you worthy of our ancestors?"
"You are a bunch of cold-blooded murderers!"
Who ruined whose life?
Who is the cold-hearted person?
How dare the person who almost completely destroyed the feng shui of the ancestral tomb mention the ancestors of the Feng family?
Feng Tao never thought that such words could come out of her mouth. He was so shameless that he almost couldn't breathe.
My eyes have been opened. There really are such shameless people in this world.
Feng Zheng was so furious that his eyes seemed to be bleeding with hatred.
He kicked the two men hard: "Okay! You guys!"
"I will make you pay for what you did!"
He clenched his fists tightly, fearing that he would lose control and cut the two men into pieces.
Feng Tao's eyes were cold, and he had already sentenced the two men to death in his heart.
If it were before, they might have left some leeway because of the blood relationship of the Feng family.
But now... the Feng family has a hundred ways to make them live a life worse than death!
"I know you, Master Jiang. You are that Master Jiang, right?!" Su Xiaoli looked at Jiang Xu suddenly and recognized her.
"You are so capable that you can definitely save my grandson! Please save him, I will give you any amount of money you want!"
"We can give you this entire courtyard. As long as you save my grandson, we are willing to accept any conditions!"
Jiang Xu's cold gaze fell on their unconscious grandson.
"Evil magic that harms people is intolerable and will backfire exponentially. Even gods can't save us."
Su Xiaoli's face was ashen, but she suddenly burst into shrill laughter:
"What backlash? In the final analysis, the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy!"
She screamed hysterically, "Are we going to watch our grandson become a fool? Even if it backfires, we have to give it a try!"
"Oh, so you knew." Jiang Xu took a step forward, looking down at the two of them, his tone full of meaning:
"Did the master who helped you change your wisdom tell you that your grandson was destined to have a smooth and peaceful life? Even if he encountered a disaster, he would be able to find good fortune among the dangers and resolve them on his own."
What!
Su Xiaoli's crazy expression suddenly froze.
Feng Shengqiang trembled all over, and an indescribable horror appeared on his face.
"You, what do you mean?"
Jiang Xu stared at the two of them with a cold gaze, and every word he said was as sharp as a knife:
"What I mean is, in that accident, your grandson had relied on his own destiny to turn misfortune into fortune, but thanks to the two elders, your grandson lost his wisdom and became a thief who is intolerable to heaven. His life is completely over."
She paused, then curled her lips. "Oh, guess who replaced the piece of wisdom your grandson lost? And who did he give it to in the end?"
boom--
Feng Tao's head was buzzing.
So, Feng Zhuozhi was originally fine, but someone replaced his intelligence, and then asked them to replace Xiaochen's intelligence.
Su Xiaoli felt as if struck by lightning, her whole body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground.
So, they were the ones who harmed Xiaozhi...
"No, it's that master, it's him!"
"That beast is worse than this, damn thing! Why! We were so good to him, why did he harm Xiaozhi like this!" Feng Shengqiang's eyes were bloodshot and he almost fainted.
His precious grandson was actually...
"This bastard! Isn't he afraid of retribution?" Su Xiaoli screamed hysterically, tears streaming down her face.
The two brothers of the Feng family sneered and said nothing.
It would be most appropriate to return these words to them exactly as they were, right?
From this perspective, Su Xiaoli and her husband are just pawns being used.
Use their ambition and greed to deal with the Feng family.
It is almost obvious that the master behind the scenes is definitely related to the Zheng family who stole the fortune of their Feng family.
The three of them turned and left.
Before leaving, Jiang Xu stretched out his hand and threw out a few pieces of talisman paper, then gently tapped Feng Zhuozhi's eyebrows.
"Return the property to its original owner."
Su Xiaoli looked up suddenly, her eyes lighting up.
"It's just to take back Ichi, who originally belonged to him, but it can't change the outcome of his permanent coma."
"You're welcome. Please call me Lei Feng."
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