Traveling from ancient times to the present: The general’s live broadcast of farming

Chapter 215: Ambitious, Emperor Wen

His men were startled, and Father Wen felt that he had lost face, so he shouted angrily without even turning his head.

But before he had time to look at the door, he heard an extremely familiar voice, and he had even just seen the owner of this voice.

Nangong Ying chuckled and took action without any hesitation.

Opportunities like this to use the majority to bully the minority are rare.

The situation suddenly changed, Wen Qiao was the first to react and immediately pounced towards Nangong Qi.

"Nangong Ying, this is your sister!" he shouted, looking at Nangong Qi who was getting closer and closer, with a hint of complacency on his lips.

He couldn't beat the people brought in by Nangong Ying, so could he not control the powerless Nangong Qi? ?

Between the electric light and flint...

"what!!"

Wen Qiao couldn't help but scream.

He covered his stomach in disbelief as a door handle fell beside him with a loud, crisp bang.

Xu Nuo did not hesitate and kicked Wen Qiao hard on the shoulder. Wen Qiao was already unsteady on his feet and he retreated directly in front of Nangong Ying.

Everything happened too suddenly, and the resistance of the Wen father and son was completely resolved by Nangong Ying and Gu Yuxian.

"You...how did you..." Father Wen was very confused. It was clear that Nangong Ying was his hostage just a second ago, and he had locked her up in a dark basement like a prisoner.

Nangong Ying didn't even look at him. She walked straight to Nangong Qi and took her sister into her arms.

"Thanks for your hard work."

This sentence made Nangong Qi burst into tears, "Sister... Sister! I'm glad you're okay..."

Nangong Ying patted her back gently and closed his eyes. In his dream, he saw the image of the Queen's sister fainting in front of the palace.

Her sister, the queen, must have grown up in the same way.

How painful it must be...

The sun was shining, and dust was slowly falling to the ground by the window. The curtains were suddenly opened to reveal bright sunlight. The father and son of the Wen family were dazzled by the light and could not open their eyes. They lay on the ground, unable to move at all.

"Stop pretending to be dead! Get up! Go!" The Fu family's men stomped on them mercilessly a few times, dragged them up roughly and followed the direction of Nangong Ying.

Fu Nian has a personal grudge against the Wen family. The feud between the two families did not start overnight. His men would certainly not miss the opportunity to deal with the Wen family.

The Fu family's men looked at the Wen family father and son who were beaten black and blue, and laughed heartily, talking to each other, "It feels like we didn't get enough of the beating! When we get out, we have to hand them over to the police according to Mr. Fu's instructions. How about we give them a couple more punches?"

The leader laughed and grabbed their hair. "If they were beaten to death, who will the police arrest? You?"

"Hehe." The man grinned foolishly with his teeth bared.

The leader saw a gleam in the eyes of the Wen family father and son and suddenly laughed, "Don't be too happy too soon, our President Fu has sorted out all the matters of your Wen family these days and handed them over to the police. I guarantee that no one from your Wen family will be missing and no one will come back! Hahahaha!"

After hearing this, Wen's father became a little anxious, but Wen Qiao was calm and composed.

No one in the Wen family is clean, but if they investigate, Wen Qiao is not afraid. In these years, he has been in the entertainment industry and his identity is too special. He is only responsible for starting many things, and the rest is naturally done by the many children in the Wen family. The credit is his, but the executioner is someone else.

He leaned weakly against Father Wen's ear, and his weak voice was clear word by word, "Dad, when we get to the police station...you have to admit everything, save...save me, there is still hope for the Wen family."

Fans are brainless and crazy.

As long as he can justify himself and buy some press releases and find some marketing accounts, he will still be the sought-after movie star.

“Hehehe…” Father Wen laughed softly, with blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. He squinted at his son, “You have quite a bit of ambition… Wen, Ying, Emperor.”

He threatened, "You are my son! If I tell you to die, you must die!"