Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life (Mu Shao, Your Wife Is Born Again)

Wei Yiran looked at Du Jiajun who was kneeling on the ground.

And the people around were looking at him, wanting to know how Wei Yiran would react to Du Jiajun's repentance.

Wei Yiran said indifferently: "Kowtow, do you want to even out all the previous things?"

The kneeling man froze, his back tensed.

Seeing this, the negotiating uncle persuaded again: "Oh...it's better to settle the enemy than to end it. After all, you two are cousins. Why do you have to make it to the point of life and death? Jiajun did something wrong in the past, and now he Kneeling in front of you, I came here with sincerity, as long as I can calm you down, let me deal with it, and the previous things will be wiped out. From now on, everyone will still be good brothers..."

The subordinates around Wei Yiran immediately choked out: "Who dares to be a brother to this kind of person?! Breaking off other people's legs, cutting off other people's fingers, and now just wanting to kowtow to write off the past is too beautiful!"

The uncle couldn't hold back the smile on his face, he looked at Wei Yiran: "Yiran, you are following Master Huo now, you have to take a long-term view and open your mind..."

Wei Yiran raised his eyes, glanced at him lightly, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

I see.

He chose this day to apologize because he thought that he would be concerned about Master Huo's face, so as not to embarrass Du Jiajun too much. After all, it would be unlucky if the entertainment city opened on the first day and it was bloody.

"What Uncle said is that following Lord Huo, one should be cautious in words and deeds." Wei Yiran smiled, "However, what Master Huo hates the most is people who can't settle their accounts."

He lowered his eyes and looked at Du Jiajun who was on the ground, "As long as the accounts are settled, the previous grievances and grievances can naturally be written off."

Du Jiajun knelt on the ground without making a sound.

After a while, a dagger was thrown in front of Du Jiajun, and the onlookers took a deep breath.

"Breaking a leg is too troublesome, I don't want too many. Back then you had someone chop off three of my fingers, so give me back three now." Wei Yiran said.

The uncle's face changed slightly when he heard the words, and he wanted to persuade him again, but was interrupted by Wei Yiran——

"If you are not sincere, please go back. Today is the first day of opening of the entertainment city. If anyone comes here to make a fuss, it would be too disrespectful. What do you think?"

The other party shut his mouth with an ugly face and stopped talking.

Everyone looked at Du Jiajun on the ground.

Wei Yiran bent down slightly, and said to him in a gentle tone: "If you don't want to, go back and rest, Young Master Du."

Du Jiajun began to tremble all over.

As if extremely annoyed, or extremely resentful, his whole face was extremely red, and his breathing was almost panting. Under the eyes of everyone, Du Jiajun picked up the dagger on the ground——

"Master Du is a clever ghost. When we found someone to teach Brother Wei, he chopped off his right hand. Now he wants to pay the debt with his left hand? Ha! The difference between the right hand and the left hand is very big!"

Wei Yiran's people sneered at Du Jiajun.

Du Jiajun gritted his teeth fiercely, and changed the hand holding the knife to the other...

There was no one in the crowd to help, and everyone was staring at Du Jiajun, wanting to see if he would really chop off his fingers.

The palm was pressed against the ground, the five fingers were slightly separated, and the sharp blade was hanging above, trembling slightly, but it did not fall for a long time.

A few drops of sweat fell on the floor.

In the air-conditioned room, Du Jiajun was sweating profusely.

Wei Yiran looked at him quietly.

Some people had waited for a long time to see him drop the knife, and they began to discuss in a strange way——

"Oh, is this person cowardly?"

"I guess I'm scared out of my wits..."

"It's usually so sloppy, so it turns out that it's a no-brainer."

"He's still chopping his fingers, I don't think he dares to cut even a layer of skin? Hahahaha..."

Undisguised ridicule, sarcasm, heckling... Du Jiajun's nerves were stimulated one after another, the veins on his forehead popped up, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

Finally, he collapsed completely, throwing the dagger in his hand violently!

"Wei Yiran! You bastard!—"