Chen Le was already angry.

He has always believed that no matter whether it is good or bad, he will not eat any children. People have feelings and family affection.

That is something Chen Le values ​​very much.

Yuan Conglong's actions really indignated him too much.

He couldn't believe how could there be such a cruel and cold-blooded father and husband?

Then, in reality, the twelve soul clocks attached to him responded to his strong expectations.

Even if it is a dream or a spiritual world, it cannot stop the connection between the Twelve Soul Bells and Chen Le.

When he came to his senses, Chen Le had already used the power of the twelve soul bells to directly invade Yuan Bingyao's eternal nightmare from the perspective of a bystander.

Well, even though I know that this is a dream, even if I know that this is probably Yuan Bingyao’s memory before she was three years old, it has happened and is irreversible, but it is still very annoying and very angry!

Chen Le will definitely not allow such people who easily trample on other people's feelings.

After one blow, the two also opened a distance.

The power of the twelve soul clock spread throughout the body, and the pain that seemed to be engraved into the soul also made Chen Le excited.

Yuan Conglong stared at Chen Le with some confusion, not understanding how Chen Le appeared, but he didn't even feel his existence, as if he had appeared out of thin air.

He said proudly, "Who are you? A simple assassin? Come and die?"

Chen Le stared at Yuan Conglong tightly and asked, "Is it important who am I? Are you still a human?"

"The one who lies there, even if it is not your hair-breasted wife, is it your woman. What you hold in your hands is your biological daughter. You are relatives. What do they really mean to you?"

"A servant who calls him and sways when he says he's going to leave? A convenient tool? Or is it just a pedal on the road to be called emperor, and it's thrown away after using it. Even if the tiger poison is not eaten, are you still human?"

This made Yuan Conglong narrow his eyes and said coldly, "You know a lot. The success of the king and the defeat of the enemy, and one general succeeds and thousands of bones are bleak. In order to achieve great achievements, a little sacrifice is inevitable. It is also their honor to be the stepping stone for the glorious history of our Yuan family. It is me who saved them. Their lives are given by me, and people are mine. How to use it is of course my final decision!"

"Is that true? If you can say that, I'll be relieved. Even if I kill you, I will definitely not feel guilty at all. Keeping you will be a disaster."

Chen Le laughed furiously and sneered, "Also, Bingyao is a human being, not a tool in your hand. Her life is up to her, and her future child can only be decided by herself. She will never give birth to an emperor for you. You are such a beast. Bingyao is your biological daughter. What do you treat her as?"

"Of course my daughter is for me to use."

Yuan Conglong was too lazy to talk to Chen Le more, so he pointed at Chen Le, "Who sent you, and which family sent you."

While talking, the old housekeeper had arrived at Yuan Conglong at some point.

The old butler respectfully reminded, "Master, be careful of this person's eyes..."

Yuan Conglong stared at Chen Le's eyes and sneered, "Ha, the twelve soul bells, one of the legendary ancient secret treasures, isn't it in his hands? Why is it in your hands?"

Chen Le did not answer, and he was too lazy to say more. At this time, he was full of anger and had nowhere to vent.

He was angry that Yuan Conglong treated Miao Xueyin, a gentle and kind mother, and he was also angry that Yuan Conglong wanted to kill Yuan Bingyao just now, and even more angry that Yuan Conglong used Yuan Bingyao as a tool to give birth to a child.

In Chen Le's mind, family affection should be sacred, not blasphemous, never defiled, and something that he can't see.

He did not allow such people, such scum, to defile family affection, to defile Miao Xueyin's body, and to defile Bingyao's future.

Chen Le pointed at Yuan Conglong with a short knife and said coldly, "Put down Bingyao, you will have no more money later."

Yuan Conglong snorted coldly and said proudly, "Ha, I don't know what to do,... If it were other assassins, I don't think it's necessary, but since you are the master of the Soul-Charging Bell, you must be a little capable."

Yuan Conglong still has to respect the ancient secret treasure of Soul Carving Bell. After all, his other user is also a genius.

But at this moment, the old housekeeper suddenly took two steps forward and blocked Yuan Conglong's face.

He said in a strong voice, "Why do you need the master to take action? I'll take him down!"

Yuan Conglong glanced at the old housekeeper, cast a trusted look, nodded and said, "I'll leave it to you."

The old butler took a few steps forward again, reached out and danced, took out a few cuts from his arms like three nunchakus, and casually put them on. With a few "clicks" sounds, they cleverly formed a silver spear.

As he held the spear in his hand, he waved his void casually, a terrifying murderous aura emanated from his old body. His body, which had just seemed a little hunched, was already straight at this moment.

Now at first glance, I can't tell that this is an elderly man, but he looks more like a warrior who has been riding on the battlefield for many years.

The old butler looked at Chen Le and shouted loudly, "I am the first sect of Wen's family who served the Yuan family for generations, Wen Yu, who is the one whom you? I will report to you. Wen's gun, and he will not kill the unknown."

“…”

Very strong!

This is Chen Le’s first feeling.

He could see that this old housekeeper was very strong!

That look was definitely a cold and resolute look that only those who had been through the battlefield for a long time, had bathed in countless blood and cut off countless heads!

Chen Le clearly felt the strength of this old housekeeper and Yuan Conglong himself.

It was not until they defended them head-on that they would understand that the murderous aura emitted from the two of them was a real master!

But, that doesn't matter.

Chen Le lowered his body slightly, held the short knife in his hand tightly, locked Wen Yu tightly, and sneered, "Okay, I remember your name, I will carve him on your tombstone, no... I should have carved him on the wild dog that ate your body."

"Ha, arrogant guy! Looking for death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yu kicked his feet, bringing up some dust, and in the blink of an eye, it flashed in front of Chen Le...
Chapter completed!