He remained expressionless, then suddenly shouted to his men, "Open the coffin!"
"yes."
Suddenly, the empty coffin was opened in front of everyone.
Nan Qiaosheng squinted and glanced at it.
Turning back, he looked at Yan Lie and suddenly said, "Throw him in."
In short, about half the people in the hall changed their expressions.
Yan Jie became even more impulsive, "Nan Qiaosheng, what do you want to do?"
A living person, thrown into a coffin?
What do you want to do?
Yan Jie couldn't bear to see his younger brother being bullied like this.
He struggled desperately to break free from the black-clad man's grasp and ran to rescue Yan Lie.
Unfortunately, he had only taken a few steps when someone kicked him from behind, sending him sprawling.
"elder brother."
Yan Lie's expression changed. "Nan Qiaosheng, if you have the guts, then kill me!"
Tsk tsk.
What a deep brotherly bond!
Nan Qiaosheng laughed and clapped his hands.
His sharp gaze fell on the man in black beside Yan Lie, his thin lips parted slightly, and a cold voice came from the depths of his throat, "Throw it."
"yes."
At a command, Yan Lie was pulled up.
Yan Jie stood up to resist, but was stepped on by the man in black who came up behind him and couldn't move.
Helpless, he glared angrily at the noble man in front of him, his eyes bloodshot.
"Nan Qiaosheng, let him go, let him go."
He's lost both his legs, why won't he let him go?
Speaking of which, the Yan brothers are really hypocritical.
They don't even consider who was the one who wouldn't let go of whom in the first place.
If they hadn't repeatedly angered Nan Qiaosheng, he probably wouldn't have wanted to shed blood on New Year's Eve.
With her arms crossed, Rong Shang stood at the top of the stairs, acting as a bystander.
He struggled fiercely to no avail, and was thrown into an empty coffin.
His brothers were all very excited when they saw him, and it seemed like they wanted to tear Nan Qiaosheng apart.
With a glint in her dark eyes, Nan Qiaosheng slowly stepped forward.
He remained unfazed despite the jeers and curses emanating from the crowd.
Yan Lie tried to resist, so he stepped on it.
Yan Lie's hand, which was gripping the edge of the coffin, was stomped on by him, and Yan Lie's face turned pale with pain.
"A beast? May it die a horrible death?"
Nan Qiaosheng smiled.
I don't know if I'll die, but what about you?
He raised an eyebrow, and a dark aura enveloped him. At this moment, the man was like Satan who had walked out of hell, inspiring fear in everyone.
Yan Lie glared at him through gritted teeth, "Nan Qiaosheng, if you want to kill me or torture me, just do it. Don't bother with these empty tricks and charades."
He has been following Master Nan for quite some time now.
I had heard some rumors about Nan Qiaosheng before.
Some say he is a cursed child.
Some people say he is the reincarnation of a demon.
But Yan Lie did not believe it.
Angels and demons are all ancient legends.
Yan Jie was terrified. "Yan Lie, stop talking!"
Do you really want to anger him?
Seeing the man's increasingly strange expression, Yan Jie finally chickened out.
He addressed him as "Young Master" again, hoping that he would show mercy and release Yan Lie.
Unfortunately, Yan Lie didn't know his own limitations and repeatedly angered him.
"Oh."
A cold sound came from his mouth.
Nan Qiaosheng glanced at the man inside the coffin, then stepped back and said, "Close the lid."
"yes."
At his next command, his men rushed forward and closed the coffin.
Yan Jie saw it from behind, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
"Nan Qiaosheng, Nan Qiaosheng, you beast."
"What exactly do you want?"
"Let him go, let him go—"
Before he could finish speaking, the man in front of him suddenly turned around, grabbed his collar, and pulled him up from the ground.
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