Maybe she had been with Murong Nanchuan's husband and wife for a long time. Subconsciously, she had already worshipped his faith. It was the distorted evil idea that regarded all creatures as mole ants that made her naturally acquiesce in Murong Nanchuan's actions.

Si Yin opened his dry lips, straightened his eyes and begged hoarsely, "You're right. I don't deserve it. Mom doesn't deserve it. I'm wrong. I'll change it. I'll persuade your father well in the future. Just let us go. Spare your father and give him a way to live. He's so proud. He can't admit his mistake. I, cough, I'll admit his mistake for him. I'll admit my mistake to you for him. Good son, your father hasn't said anything since last night. It's going on like this You'll really die. You can't be so cruel, son... "

Her voice, which had not drunk water for several days, was supported by one breath, and even some words could not be distinguished at all, but she was persistent in an attempt to be forgiven.

Look, in the face of death, all nobility and dignity belong to nothing. Everything advocated by Murong Nanchuan can't even exchange for his chance to breathe for a moment, but he has ruined countless people's lives, including Fu Shenyan, for those.

The dungeon was full of women wailing, and the dark environment became more depressed.

After a long silence, Fu Shenyan put his hands into his pockets and gave an order to release the people, "untie the ropes on them."

Si Yin thought he was finally saved. Excited, he folded his hands and prayed, while banging his head on the ground and kowtowing, "thank you, son. Mom knows that you have always been the softest..."

"That's because you don't know me." before he finished, Fu Shenyan spoke again, as if he wanted to stimulate her on purpose, raised the volume, "throw them into the most prosperous commercial street, let them kneel and cry, pray for food and water to those they despise, and ask everyone to see the dignity of the Murong family."

Such humiliation is undoubtedly a devastating blow to Murong Nanchuan. You can feel Fu Shenyan's gnashing of teeth and understand it.

The man who gave him life once wanted to take it back. He escaped by chance and survived until now.

Life, he doesn't owe Murong Nanchuan and Siyin, but humiliation, deception and contempt should all be returned, a hundred times.

Soon, the bodyguards swarmed in, removed the dripping instruments of torture and untied Murong Nanchuan.

Lying on the ground, Murong Nanchuan didn't move. His eyes were still open. If his chest wasn't floating, it would look like a corpse at first glance,

Si Yin almost immediately broke away, grabbed his bodyguard and climbed over, "Nanchuan, Nanchuan, answer me, you say a word, Nanchuan!..."

In response to her, there was only silence all over the room.

The bodyguards would not be considerate. They stopped for a moment and carried the two out.

Fu Shenyan's car followed rhyming Siyin all the way. When they approached the commercial street, they stopped in a position with a wide view.

Now it is the peak of work, the flow of people in the business center is surging, and office workers and elite people can be seen everywhere.

The black business car stopped at the square with the most people. Dozens of bodyguards carried Siyin and Murong Nanchuan down from the car, walked to the center of the square, let go without hesitation, left the people and left.

When people react, the black business car has sped away, leaving only a pair of embarrassed men and women in the square.

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