My beautiful CEO wife-Chapter 1633: Leng Ruobing’s Longing

"Trying to run?"

Xiao Zheng let out a cold snort, his gaze like a burning flame locked onto Mo Ziwei. With a furious shout, his spiritual power suddenly burst forth, surging alongside the Gang Qi from within him towards the fleeing Mo Ziwei not far away!

Mo Ziwei let out a miserable scream, his ghostly figure suddenly halted. It felt as if a sharp blade had pierced into his mind, shattering his consciousness in an instant. His eyes widened, and his entire body trembled as he fell to the ground.

Xiao Zheng walked over slowly. With a wave of his right hand, the military knife stained with countless people’s blood fell into his hand. He looked at Mo Ziwei with calm eyes, his expression resembling someone watching a pig awaiting slaughter.

"Don’t... don’t kill me... the Tang Family hired me... I have nothing to do with this..."

Mo Ziwei lay on the ground, trembling and wailing, but his spiritual power had been shattered by Xiao Zheng’s thunderous force. He couldn’t use any of his skills, and even if he recovered in the future, he would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

He deeply regretted coveting Tang Aotian’s belongings, bringing this Killing God upon himself. He hated Tang Aotian to the core, and if the Tang Family were not already wiped out, he would have surely sought to torture and kill Tang Aotian along with the entire family!

But now, only one question was in front of him.

Xiao Zheng slowly squatted down, grabbed his hair, and lifted him up, while placing the military knife against Mo Ziwei’s neck.

"Spare... spare my life... I’m willing to give you anything... I have everything!"

Xiao Zheng tilted his head slightly, looking at him with indifference, his hand slightly moving the knife handle.

Feeling the cold blade moving across his neck, Mo Ziwei let out a blood-curdling scream, his body trembling violently, and a wet stain appeared below him.

"I’ll give you everything! Everything! Tang Aotian gave me a piece of ambergris! I’ll give it all to you! Just don’t kill me!"

At the brink of death, he couldn’t care about anything else and played all the cards in his hand.

But he didn’t understand who he was dealing with.

Xiao Zheng’s right hand paused slightly, looking at the twisted Mo Ziwei in front of him, his brow furrowed.

Feeling the deadly knife stop on his neck, Mo Ziwei’s face lit up, as if seeing a glimmer of hope.

"If you let me go, I’ll... I’ll take you to find it. Otherwise, even if you kill me, you won’t get those good things!"

"Good things?" Xiao Zheng frowned, "I don’t know what ambergris is, and I don’t need the good things you’re talking about. I don’t need so many reasons to kill you."

With that, he swiftly turned the blade, making a cut on Mo Ziwei’s wrist, not too deep nor too shallow.

Splat

Blood gushed from the blood vessel.

"Ah!" Mo Ziwei screamed, staring at the blood spurting from his wrist. As a chill crept into his heart, he suddenly realized what Xiao Zheng intended to do.

"You demon! How could you... how could you..."

Xiao Zheng let out a cold laugh, stood up, waved his right hand, and firmly nailed the military knife into Mo Ziwei’s right foot, the whole blade embedded deep within.

"Struggle; otherwise, count the time as your blood drains." With that, he gave Mo Ziwei a cold stare, grabbed his hair, and leaned close to his ear.

"Anger me, and you have only yourself to blame for your misfortune."

Mo Ziwei’s body trembled; the calmness in Xiao Zheng’s words made his blood run cold.

Xiao Zheng tilted his head, laying him down steadily. He wanted Mo Ziwei to watch his blood drain out. What is the most despairing thing in the world?

It’s knowing that you’re about to die and being helpless as you watch your life slip away.

...

"Brother Xiao, are you alright?" Yuan Hao asked anxiously, seeing Xiao Zheng rush in from outside the door.

Yuan Ying also ran over, throwing herself into Xiao Zheng’s arms without hesitation, burying her head and feeling his strong chest and reassuring aura.

Xiao Zheng gently stroked Yuan Ying’s Qingsi, his eyes full of tenderness.

Xiao Zheng showed a faint smile and said to Yuan Hao and the others, "Don’t worry, I’m fine. These few bastards couldn’t hurt me."

"Ahem." Grandfather coughed lightly, walking over with some difficulty, giving a meaningful look at Yuan Ying nestled in Xiao Zheng’s arms.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Ying quickly broke free from Xiao Zheng’s hold, stepped back two paces, lowered her head, and bashfully fidgeted with the hem of her dress.

Seeing this, Xiao Zheng could only let out an awkward smile.

Yuan Hao, looking perplexed, glanced between the sheepish Xiao Zheng and the blushing Yuan Ying before finally resting his gaze on Grandfather.

Grandfather gazed at Xiao Zheng with a half-smile, patting his shoulder sincerely, "Xiao Zheng, I truly don’t know how to thank you... However, since we’re all family now, I won’t stand on ceremony."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Ying’s face turned even redder, to the point where it seemed like blood would seep out.

Yuan Hao, puzzled, looked at Yuan Ying’s expression and worriedly approached, asking with concern, "Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to rest?"

Yuan Ying was startled by Yuan Hao’s sudden concern, while Xiao Zheng felt even more embarrassed, scratching his head and momentarily speechless.

But soon he found it amusing. He liked Yuan Ying, and he believed Yuan Ying liked him as well. Since they had mutual feelings, why should they hide it?

Hadn’t he done such things plenty before?

He shook his head, realizing this, and smirked self-deprecatingly, then made a gesture of respect to Grandfather, firmly saying, "Don’t worry, Grandfather, I will give Ying’er an explanation."

Ying’er suddenly looked up, her eyes shining as she stared at Xiao Zheng.

...

Meanwhile, in Zhonghai City, the evening breeze gently blew.

Leng Ruobing sat on the sofa, holding Xiao Zheng’s photo, staring at it blankly.

Xiao Zheng had been missing for some time. Most rumors claimed the Evil God was dead and died in the West, but she didn’t believe it. She didn’t believe that such an upright and valiant man would die so obscurely.

During this time, as the Sky Net Queen, she had taken over all Sky Net affairs and ordered all subordinates to search for Xiao Zheng’s whereabouts with all their might.

Yet to this day, Xiao Zheng remained missing.

Sitting nearby, Chu Xiaoran had her head down, her eyes red, clearly having cried.

She wasn’t a particularly strong girl, but loving a strong man, she was very happy.

She didn’t believe that a man who could fight heaven and earth, and gods and Buddhas, would die at the hands of mere werewolves. She secretly made up her mind to become stronger, more resilient. She no longer wanted to be the little girl under Xiao Zheng’s protection.

She wanted to stand by his side.

The breeze gently blew past, brushing against their temples and scattered hair, as if carrying their longing and determination to the person still far away.