Faced with Feng Chen's curse, Xiao Hongyu was indifferent and his eyes became colder and colder.

The more Feng Chen did this, the more he felt that this secret was of great importance.

In fact, he didn't care much about this secret that Feng Chen swears to protect. He was more concerned about Zhen'er. What prompted Zhen'er to be destined to live and not have children. He tried everything to refine it into an acquired poisonous body for himself.

This is what he wants to know the most.

She is his entire belief in losing and gaining, and he cannot tolerate others hurting her any more, let alone accept any accidents from her.

Zhen'er is the girl he is thinking about, the girl who is connected to his life.

Therefore, Feng Wenfeng, a doctor of the generation, could be used to threaten Feng Chen. Xie Zhiang, who blocked him from pursuing the truth, was detained directly. Although he knew that when the incident subsided, his troubles would inevitably follow one after another. The Feng family, the Xie family, and even Xiao Fengqi, who had acquainted with Feng Chen, would not forget it easily, but he did not expect to give up like this. He was bound to dig out this secret.

"Don't you say it?"

Xiao Hongyu asked.

The sword in his hand was lifted up slowly again.

He did not hurt Feng Chen at all, but he added all the pain to Mr. Feng.

Seeing the soft sword approaching grandfather again, Feng Chen closed his eyes and roared, and his neck was exposed, "Xiao Hongyu, you must die well, you will be retribution!"

He cursed loudly, and the soft sword fell.

Old Feng's clothes were stained with blood, and he lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

Feng Chen almost didn't dare to see his grandfather. He bit his lips, his eyes turned red, and he choked out, "Grandfather, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Sorry, you have suffered such great harm and torture.

My grandson is unfilial and cannot save you, and I cannot tell you the secret of Jingxing.

Grandfather, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Feng Chen's eyes were red as if he was about to drip blood, and he looked at Xiao Hongyu with anger. He had never hated anyone like this.

However, at this moment he wanted to kill Xiao Hongyu.

"Boy Chen, if you don't want to say it, you won't say it. Grandfather can withstand it, but he only has his life."

Old Feng finally took a breath and gritted his teeth and said to Feng Chen.

One sentence made Feng Chen choke even more.

"Your Highness Sixth Prince, you have also seen it. Today, you are peeling the old man and cramping it. My eldest grandson won't say anything. You are still thinking about other ways. If you really want to know what's going on, you might as well ask the girl in person."

Old Dao Feng.

There was no resentment in his tone, just telling the truth.

Xiao Hongyu held the soft sword in his hand and looked at the two ancestors and grandchildren. If he could ask Zhen'er, would he still have to force him like this?

Zhen'er won't tell the truth to him, no.

Feng Chen is the only breakthrough here.

What kind of secret is that it takes Zhen'er's life, and even his grandfather was so abused in front of him, he didn't even speak a word.

Xiao Hongyu couldn't figure it out.

Xiao Hongyu met Feng Chen's angry and red eyes. Who was it that he could withstand the great pain and pressure, but was willing to keep the secret tightly.

A stunning face flashed through my mind.

His seventh brother.
Chapter completed!