Chapter 1877: Collect her body and kill you by the way!

Mu Rongmian actually thinks very simple, either you kill her, I kill you!
Either you don't touch her at all, otherwise ... I will make you regret it.
Near the place, he made several phone calls in a row.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of a common house on the street, and he opened the door and walked in.
The place where Mrs. Jones detained Mrs. Murong is here. There are many residents living around. According to normal thinking, this is not a good place for Tibetans at all, but ... she did so, and the people he sent to find also Did not go this way.
There is a basement in the room. Murong Mian turned around in the room and found the entrance to the basement.
The long, narrow staircase, dark and wet, is like a road to the dark and deep bottom of the heart. The more you go down, you will know how dirty the heart is.
Mu Rongmian didn't expect that the stairs would be so long. The dim light bulb on the wall could only illuminate the inches under the feet. Every step you can hear the sound of your footsteps lingering in your ears, the sound is a bit weird.
Finally came to an end, seeing the light, Mu Rongmian smelled a touch of blood before he saw anyone.
Mu Rongmian heard Mrs. Jones's laughter: "Wen Shan, look at me and say he's back, your ... good son, he's here to save you."
Murong finally saw someone. Mrs. Jones was still dressed elegantly and noble. She was sitting on a luxurious European-style sofa. Mrs. Murong had not been lifted at this moment. She was lying in a very large glass vessel. Frighteningly, several snakes and unknown bugs meandered across Mrs. Murong's body.
Mrs. Murong didn't know if it was life or death. Murong Mian's hands were in her pockets, her eyes were indifferent, her expression was calm and she could not see any ripples. Even if she saw that scene, there was no fluctuation in his face.
He said lightly: "If you want to let go, let it go, if you want to kill, kill it quickly. I don't have time to follow your ink."
Mrs. Jones looked up and laughed: "Hahaha, Wenshan, listen to what your son said. You are deliberately turning your wild seed into a grandfather of Murong's family. As a result, you are in trouble now, he even reads You are too lazy to look at it. "
Mu Rongmian's eyes glanced indifferently at Mrs. Murong's face. There were several wounds on her face, and the blood had stopped. Her eyes were closed. If you look closely, you can see that her body is shaking and two bugs are coming from her face. Climbed up.
Mu Rongmian's hands in his pockets slowly clenched.
Suddenly, Mrs. Murong, who was lying inside, opened her eyes and shouted weakly: "Go, Randy, you go away ... don't care about me, don't care about this ..."
Her eyes were red with blood on the corners, and she looked at Mu Rongmian, and her eyes were all decided.
Mu Rongmian's face still looked as if it were still. There was no extra expression.
Mrs. Jones scorned: "Oh, there is still strength and I haven't been scared to death. Well, what a good mother, unfortunately ... the son is not a good son."
"What you are hiding is so good. Murong Zhihong didn't know that his son had died long before he died. Murong Mianmian is really nice to you. Do you want to watch her die?"
Mu Rongmian stood at the corner of that lip and ticked, "Otherwise? Is it really for her, promise you?"
Mrs. Jones sneered: "You are still playing with me. If you really don't care about her, what are you doing?"
Murong Mian: "Collect the body, by the way ... kill you."