Si Zhirong was a little scared at this time. Si Wenlin must have hated her heart. Now that she doesn't hurry to make this clear, Si Zhirong dared not imagine what the ending would be like.

"Unlock Si Wenlin's lock." Si Wenyu told the secret guard.

They responded, walked straight into the cell, and removed Si Wenlin who was hanging there.

Si Zhirong wanted to run away, but was pressed by someone. He couldn't move even if he wanted to move, let alone escape.

"Next, please start your performance." Si Wenyu made a gesture of invitation.

Seeing this, the secret guards retreated directly from the cell. Si Zhirong wanted to climb out, but was pushed back by the secret guards. Then the door of the cell was locked.

Seeing Si Wenlin get up from the ground, Si Zhirong quickly said, "Si Wenlin, you can't believe him, you can't believe him. This matter really has nothing to do with me. I haven't disclosed it to anyone, I haven't..."

A smile appeared on the corner of Si Wenyu's lips, playing with the fingers on his hand, which was a symbol of the head of the Si family.

He turned his fingers and asked faintly, "That's strange, how did we realize your purpose? I remember that the grandson of the old clan just turned eighteen this year!"

"Si Wenyu! You are not allowed to touch him." Si Zhirong's face changed, and he turned around and looked at Si Wenyu fiercely.

The latter just raised his eyes lightly, glanced at him, his face very calm.

"Don't worry! After you have made such a great contribution, how can I bear to hurt your grandson? Your life is enough!"

Si Wenyu did not intend to attack Si Zhirong's family, and this was Si Kangsong's last wish. Si Zhirong did not miss his old love, but Si Kangsong was thinking about all this.

However, Si Zhirong must die. Si Kangsong trusted him so much, but Si Zhirong stabbed him in the back. He could not forgive Si Zhirong no matter what.

Si Wenlin had already rushed towards Si Zhirong. Si Wenlin has suffered a lot of torture. Whether it was thanks to Si Zhirong or not, he would not have become like this now. He lives a life worse than death every day. If it weren't for him, how could he have become so miserable?

"Head of the family!" The secret guard called softly beside Si Wenyu.

"Um?"

"Si Zhirong is dead!" said the secret guard.

Si Wenyu opened his eyes and saw a bloody mouth on Si Zhirong's neck, and blood spurted out from his neck.

Si Wenlin was still biting a large piece of flesh in his mouth, which was just torn off Si Zhirong's neck.

If it were the past, Si Wenyu might have been a little uncomfortable, but now it seems that he has been used to it.

They were right. He was indeed not as good as Si Wenlin compared to Si Wenlin. This person was really cruel. Si Zhirong was the only person in the family who supported Si Fanglin, and he could kill him.

This was a hint he gave, deliberately causing Si Wenlin to misunderstand Si Zhirong, but Si Zhirong has not explained it. At this time, Si Wenlin probably won’t believe anyone!

"Buried him with great burial!" After saying that, Si Wenyu had already stood up, as indifferent as a cold-blooded animal without any emotion, as if the one who died in front of him was not a living person, but an ant.

"Si Wenyu, you have the ability to kill me, otherwise don't give me the opportunity to leave here. At that time, I will double the things you did to me! Let you also taste the taste of life being worse than death."
Chapter completed!