Chapter 389: Heart-Plucking

Following Yuan Tingshan's order, the two burly men who had previously rammed the door regained their fierce expressions; they stepped out side-by-side, opened their large hands, and with a gust of wind, lunged toward the brother and sister.

Murong Wuzhu's delicate body went limp, and she could only lean against Yu Liancheng behind her.

Yu Liancheng's expression remained indifferent; only when the two large hands were close did he casually flick his sleeves, and the two formidable men immediately let out miserable cries, tumbling away to either side.

"Hmph, you do have some skill. All of you, attack together, no need to hold back. Even if you injure or damage them, I will take responsibility and explain it to the old family head myself." Yuan Tingshan frowned and waved his hand, and the twenty or so men under his command swarmed out in unison.

These men were broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, looking imposing, but their eyes revealed lewdness, and their mouths curled into obscene smiles.

Such flower-like beauties were usually high above them, so how could they ever have a turn? Although they couldn't actually do anything to them now, bumping into them or taking advantage of them was enough to satisfy them greatly.

Yu Liancheng did not even turn his head, his backhand sleeve flicking out once more.

It was as if a dark cloud had rolled everything reaching out into it, followed by a series of snapping bones and cracking sounds, and screams rang out one after another.

As Yu Liancheng's sleeve shook, the men were sent flying in all directions like cannonballs; the entire room trembled, and this group of burly men collapsed onto the ground, with only air coming out and none going in.

"You were a mad dog before, but you are about to become a dead dog."

Yu Liancheng turned to look at Yuan Tingshan, a strange, demonic smile curling at the corners of his mouth, and wisps of killing intent emerging on his handsome face.

Yuan Tingshan shuddered all over, his heart secretly crying out that things were bad.

He had killed his way out of piles of corpses, and his intuition was extraordinarily sharp; the opponent's cultivation was at least unfathomable, and he was definitely no match.

This feeling was very strange; he had originally thought this was a task he could complete with ease, but he never expected that a fatal crisis was hidden within it.

But Yuan Tingshan's reaction was also extraordinarily swift; he did not run away at the first opportunity, but instead pulled out his long saber with a backhand and suddenly held it against Murong Qingsong's neck.

Murong Qingsong shivered, feeling the cold blade against his neck, and stammered, "Yuan, Brother Yuan, you, what are you doing?"

Yu Liancheng raised an eyebrow.

Yuan Tingshan looked at Yu Liancheng like a starving wolf, a ferocious smile spreading across his lips: "You are not allowed to take another step forward. If I remember correctly, this man is your father's brother. He is also the person with the closest blood relation to you two siblings."

"Oh, and what if I do take a step forward?" Yu Liancheng said with a playful smile.

Yuan Tingshan revealed a hint of ruthlessness: "Then I will kill him, and at worst, I'll just die with him." Having said that, he pressed the blade down, and the sharp edge immediately cut through the skin, causing blood to spill out.

"Brother Yuan, spare me, Brother Yuan, spare me." Murong Qingsong's tears and snot fell together, his legs trembling violently.

Yuan Tingshan snorted coldly: "Don't beg me, beg your nephew; I just want to survive."

Murong Qingsong hurriedly looked at Yu Liancheng and pleaded: "Nephew Tonghuang, although I have offended you two siblings in the past, I am your father's own brother after all. After your parents passed away, it was I who raised you two..."

Murong Qingsong spoke with tears and snot, but Yu Liancheng's expression remained indifferent, without the slightest feeling. Suddenly, his sleeve was tugged, and he turned his head to see Murong Wuzhu, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, biting her lip and shaking her head gently.

Yu Liancheng shrugged and said: "Fine, I will spare your life today, you can get lost."

Yuan Tingshan exhaled, feeling as if he had escaped death.

Just as he was about to drag Murong Qingsong away, he saw a flash of ferocity in Yu Liancheng's eyes, who curled his fingers into claws and lunged toward him.

Yuan Tingshan sneered, pulling Murong Qingsong in front of him as a meat shield, blocking himself completely. He also grabbed Murong Qingsong's shoulder, waiting only to force Yu Liancheng back before dealing a vicious blow to torture Murong Qingsong.

But when Yuan Tingshan saw the playful smile at the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth, he sensed something was wrong, decisively let go, and leaped backward.

Murong Qingsong only felt a pain in his chest, but a hand had already been thrust into his heart; pulling out a bloody heart, he said in disbelief: "You... you..."

"You run fast." Yu Liancheng looked at the fleeing Yuan Tingshan and sighed; he had originally intended to finish both of them off in one move.

He shifted his gaze to Murong Qingsong and looked down at the heart in his hand, murmuring to himself: "Betraying relatives, harming brothers, colluding with mountain bandits... so your heart is still red after all."

After speaking, he exerted force with his palm, and with a "bang," crushed the heart.

"You... you..." Murong Qingsong opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he finally fell over stiffly, the expression of resentment and despair already frozen on his face.

Murong Wuzhu said in disbelief: "Tonghuang, you..."

Yu Liancheng said indifferently: "Stupid woman, one must be as ruthless as an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves when dealing with enemies; if you let him go, he may not necessarily let you go."

Murong Wuzhu showed a look of grievance.

"Murong Tonghuang, one day, I will peel your skin off." At this moment, Yuan Tingshan's voice came from afar, carrying immense malice and hatred.

Yu Liancheng ignored it, only looking at Murong Wuzhu, who seemed somewhat absent-minded, with a trace of baleful aura faintly appearing on her beautiful face.

"You girl, you really can't handle a scare." Yu Liancheng shook his head.

Although Murong Wuzhu was beautiful, she was just a carefree young girl with a gentle and graceful personality; seeing Yu Liancheng kill so many people today, including her own uncle, it was natural that she would be shaken and distressed.

Yu Liancheng closed his eyes, leaned forward, and pressed his forehead against Murong Wuzhu's fair and smooth forehead, circulating his Mental Secret Technique. His soul transformed into a morning sun, shining with warm and gentle light, wrapping Murong Wuzhu within it.

Murong Wuzhu immediately felt a warm, calming aura fill her heart, and those traces of shock and anxiety were gradually dissolved away, giving rise to a sense of comfort and peace.

A moment later, Murong Wuzhu's closed beautiful eyes were already asleep.

Her eyelashes were long and curled, casting a shadow, and her red lips, radiating a moist luster, were slightly upturned, her lovely face carrying a sweet smile, not knowing what she was dreaming of.

"Sleep well; when you wake up, you will find that this Guniu Dagang is already crawling at your feet."

Yu Liancheng held Murong Wuzhu's soft and supple waist, carried her into a secret chamber, and stroked her silk-smooth hair, a warm and gentle smile on his face.

"Yuan Tingshan, you want to peel my skin, hehe..." Yu Liancheng turned and left; in the shadows of the secret chamber, the corners of his mouth gradually curled upward, carrying a trace of cruelty, like a Demon.

"And Xuanyuan Dapan, you old immortal, you dare to plot against me; today I will bleed you bunch of dogs one by one."