319: C319 The News of Xiao Qianrou's Death Had Spread

C319 The News of Xiao Qianrou's Death Had Spread

"Nope." Xiao Wenchang didn't know what to do and helplessly shook his head. "I've already told Little Hu to search all over Nanjiang City, but I just couldn't find any trace of Qian Rou."

"My bitter daughter, will she …" Yu Lu had thought of a bad ending and suspected that her daughter Xiao Qianrou had perished.

However, even though she was thinking the same thing, she couldn't say it out loud.

"Wife, don't be so pessimistic. Think of everything well." Xiao Wen Chang comforted Yu Lu as he held her tightly in his arms.

His own daughter, Xiao Qianrou, had already disappeared for a full ten days. There was no doubt that she had passed away.

Everything had been arranged by the heavens. He could only do his best and obey Tian Tian's orders.

At the same time, almost all the news regarding Xiao Qianrou were certain that she had died.

If Xiao Qianrou hadn't died, it was impossible that a famous celebrity like Xiao Qianrou wouldn't have received any news at all.

This news made Xiao Qianrou's father, Xiao Wenchang, and Xiao Qianrou's mother even more convinced that their daughter, Xiao Qianrou, was dead.

"..."

At the same time.

Yan Jing.

At a high-end clubhouse.

The young master of the Wang family, Wang Bo Yang, who was also worried about and deeply loved Xiao Qianrou, was drinking his wine and worrying about her.

"Wang Xian, come in." When he saw a person walk in from the door, Wang Bo Yang immediately became full of energy and shouted loudly.

"Young Master, I'm here." Wang Xian pushed the door open and stood in front of Wang Bo Yang, like a javelin.

Wang Xian was Wang Boyan's bodyguard and his strength was extremely tyrannical. He was a cultivator at the great circle of the Refinement Stage.

Today, Wang Xian's hands were stained with blood, and the number of people who died by his hands was a total of three digits.

"The people you sent, have you found Qian Rou?" Wang Bo Yang nervously held his breath, he really wanted to hear the news of Xiao Qian Rou from Wang Xian's mouth.

However, things did not turn out as he wished.

Wang Xian took a deep breath and said seriously, "No, everyone is saying that Miss Qian Rou is dead. I think so too. It's been ten days, Qian Rou …"

Boom! *

Before Wang Xian could finish his words, Wang Boyan threw the cup beside his hand onto the ground.

"Shut up!" I don't believe that Qian Rou is dead, I definitely don't believe that! " Wang Boyan reprimanded.

In fact, in his heart, he was starting to suspect that Xiao Qianrou was dead.

It was just that he wasn't willing to admit it.

Because he couldn't accept the news of Xiao Qianrou's death.

All along, he had been chasing after Xiao Qianrou.

His love for Xiao Qianrou had already sunk deep into his bones.

"Young master, the people we sent out have already turned the city upside down. We can still get half a bit of information about Miss Qian Rou."

Wang Xian had lost all hope. He no longer held any hope that Xiao Qianrou was still alive.1

It had been ten days, and Xiao Qianrou seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth.

Based on this, it was very likely that Xiao Qianrou had perished.

"If he's alive, I want to see him. If he's dead, I want to see his corpse." Wang Bo Yang said word by word. His face was so gloomy that it looked like water was about to drip out of it.

"Yes!" Young Master, I will do my best. " Wang Xian lowered his head and said in a serious tone.

Boom! *

Hearing Wang Xian's words, Wang Bo Yang suddenly stood up and smashed the one million and eighty thousand yuan purple sand pot into pieces.

However, he did not feel any heartache at all.

"What I want is not for you to do your best, but for you to do it for me. Do you understand?" Wang Boyan's eyes widened as a monstrous rage surged through his heart.

"Understood." Wang Xian was scared stiff. Then, he nodded his head heavily.

"Scram!" Wang Boyan roared.

Soon, Wang Xian left the room.

When he walked out of the room, he found that his clothes were drenched in cold sweat.

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