"mom!"

Ling Lang had just walked downstairs and saw Wenshan slapped on Bairan's face. His heart almost jumped out and ran quickly, pushing Wenshan away from Bairan's face.

"Mom, are you okay? Does it hurt?"

His hands were trembling on his white-stained and swollen cheeks, and a burst of anger surged out of his heart, which also caused him to sweep his fierce eyes towards Wenshan.

Wenshan regretted the slap.

Not to mention that Bairan is Ling Kaiyuan's daughter-in-law, and because she is Baiyou's sister, he can't do anything with her.

But I heard that she humiliated Xiaoyue and Feifei, he had no control for a while, this would hurt her so much ...

"Dye, I am not intentional, really not intentional, I am your brother-in-law, how can I have the heart to hurt you, I ..."

He hadn't finished his words, but he saw a shadow flashing down the stairs. In an instant, a strong force rushed into his chest, and his body flew out of the villa with a bang.

I saw a beautiful woman standing inside the hall door, her eyes filled with cold eyes, staring coldly at Wenshan, who was paralyzed.

The words spoken, as if coming from hell, were creepy and cold.

"Wenshan, you seem to have forgotten what I said before. I said, if you bother me again ... I don't mind killing my father. It seems that your life is not wanted, is it?"

Wen Shan raised his head in panic, aiming at the woman's stunning and indifferent face, his heart trembling slightly: "You ... why are you here?"

"This is my little aunt's house. Why can't I be here? As for you ... I'm no longer my mother's husband or my little aunt's brother-in-law, you are not eligible to beat her!"

Bai Yan walked slowly towards Wenshan, with a cold smile on her lips.

Somehow, seeing her smile, Wenshan felt chills in his heart, and he always felt that this woman might really want to kill him.

The kind of non-convergent murderousness made his hair grow up, but he couldn't even speak a word with a trembling body.

but……

When Bai Yan walked to Wenshan, he stopped and looked back at Ling Lang, who was angry behind him: "Do you want to beat him?"

Ling Lang was stunned and answered honestly: "I think."

But he is not an ancient warrior, and his strength is naturally not Wenshan's opponent.

"Okay, you can do whatever you want, and it's okay to be killed."

Bai Yan stepped back a few steps and smiled with a smile: "You can rest assured that I have restrained his power. No matter what you do to him, even if you kill him, he can't resist."

Ling Lang's expression was startled, he stared at Bai Yan for a long time, slowly opened his lips: "Thank you ..."

Thank her for giving him this opportunity to avenge his mother.

As for whether it would cause revenge by the literati, or a joint blow by the other four small families, it was no longer something he wanted to consider.

Now, he just wants to beat Wenshan fiercely to avenge his mother's slap.

Wenshan was flabbergasted and wanted to get up from the ground, but he found that his body was suppressed by a giant mountain.

Ling Lang is not a martial artist, but the strength of a man is also not to be underestimated. When this fist continues, Wenshan's nosebleed suddenly flew out, staining his handsome face.