The beauty god is forced to love every day

Yan Jueyu gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his abdomen, stood up again, and punched Yan Qing.

Yan Qing grabbed Yan Jueyu's wrist with his backhand and twisted it hard. Yan Jueyu hissed in pain, but still refused to give in and kicked Yan Qing.

Yan Qing dodged sideways, pinned Yan Jueyu's hands behind his back, raised his foot and kicked at the popliteal fossa behind the knee, forcing the man to kneel on the ground.

"Yan Jueyu, you really have no humanity at all. You have killed so many people without any fear of retribution."

“Haha…” Yan Jueyu laughed loudly, “This is retribution, it’s all what you owe me. Even if they are dead, they should still ask you to pay for their lives.”

"Besides, no one died! But I lost an entire club. Their lives are not worth even a day's salary of that club."

"Even if they all die, they deserve it."

Yan Qing listened to Yan Jueyu's inhumane words, anger welled up in his eyes, and he exerted force with his hands to twist Yan Jueyu's arm tighter, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Those people are all innocent. You are the one who deserves to die the most."

Yan Jueyu was still arrogant, "Innocent? In my eyes, everyone's life is worthless, and so is yours. Next time you have a chance, you won't be able to escape."

"Fuck!" Yan Qing cursed in a low voice, and his uncontrollable violence gradually emerged. "Then I'll beat you to death today."

"So that you don't go out and cause harm to others."

The one-sided beating continued until the butler's voice sounded behind him, "Master, Master, what are you doing?"

Yan Qing stopped belatedly and looked at Yan Jueyu who had already fallen unconscious, without any sympathy.

He said coldly, "Send him to the hospital."

Then he turned and walked into the sink, slowly washing his bloody hands and looking at himself in the mirror.

A few drops of blood splashed on her fair cheeks, her brows were filled with hostility, and her eyes were bloodshot. It had been a long time since I had seen myself like this.

He is really not as gentle as jade, but a bit like a devil.

He reached out and gently wiped the blood off his face, tidied up his messy hair, slowly walked out of the sink and went into the courtyard.

When I walked into the hall, I saw some modern furniture, otherwise I would have thought I was on a film set.

Sitting on the sofa in the middle was a woman wearing a dark blue printed cheongsam, her long hair tied up with a white jade hairpin.

She has a pretty face and there is no sign of aging at all. She looks to be in her thirties, but in fact she is in her forties.

She exudes intellectual elegance, like someone who walked out of a painting, very beautiful.

It was Yan Qing's mother, Yan Xiyue. One-third of Nancheng's economy was in her hands, except for the entertainment industry.

The Yan Group has a presence in all other industries and can be said to be the veritable queen of business.

Yan Qing pursed her lips and walked over slowly, "Mother."

"Yeah." Yan Xiyue responded and looked up at her son. Their eyebrows and eyes were very similar, and both gave people a gentle feeling.

It's a pity that his personality is too cold and he's not as likable as Yan Jueyu.

"You hit your eldest brother at the door. What was the reason?"

"I don't have a big brother." Yan Qing retorted, "There's no reason, I just want to beat him up."

Yan Xiyue's eyes turned cold instantly, and the corners of her mouth subconsciously turned up, "Are you kidding me, Aqing?"

Yan Qing was keenly aware of the change in the aura. The person in front of him had a faint smile on his face, but he could sense the coldness embodied in his expression.

Seeing that Yan Qing didn't say anything, Yan Xiyue didn't get anxious. Her plain nails tapped the table lightly, making a dull sound.

The atmosphere gradually became more solemn, as if the surroundings were covered with frost, making people shiver uncontrollably.

After a long time, Yan Xiyue took the initiative to break the atmosphere, "Ah Qing, I hope the conflict between you and Ah Yu will end now."

"I don't want to see you brothers killing each other. This is my bottom line. Otherwise, you know what I will do."

Yan Qing sneered at this, "Like this time? Yan Jueyu attacked me first. If I hadn't discovered it early, do you know how many people would have died?"

"I will also die in it. It's obviously his fault. Why don't you restrain him and educate me first?"

Yan Xiyue paused and frowned slightly, "It was you who made Ah Yu lose face before. He was just joking with you."

"Besides, nothing happened, right? He already said that he has paramedics ready. He's just teaching you a lesson."

"Besides, Ayu didn't do it on purpose. He is still a child at heart. We owe him."

After hearing this, Yan Qing finally understood why the original owner was so indifferent to his mother. If it were him, he would have gone crazy long ago.

"Are you kidding? Are the lives of so many people a joke? You owed him, not me. Even if I owed him, I have already paid it off in the past ten years."

"Since you love me so much, you should take care of him. If he does this again, next time I will not just beat him up, but kill him."

"Asshole." Yan Xiyue's eyes were filled with anger, and she picked up the teacup beside her and threw it at him, "He is your brother, and those are just some insignificant people."

"Even if they all die, my Yan family can afford the compensation. It's just a worthless life anyway."

The teacup burst open at Yan Qing's feet, and the emerald green broken edges splashed everywhere. Yan Qing didn't know how to react for a moment, and only felt the blood in his body flowing backwards.

These words kept lingering in his mind like crazy. He couldn't help but clench his fists, and divine power began to surge out of his fingertips.

Yi Er was watching a cartoon when suddenly a mechanical voice sounded: Warning! Warning! The host's emotions were out of control and on the verge of going berserk.

Frightened, Yi Er quickly retrieved the data. He didn't know what it was until he looked at it. He was so shocked that he quickly left his sea of consciousness.

[Boss, your emotions are unstable. You can't use your divine power to kill mortals! Otherwise, you will be suppressed in the blood sea purgatory for a thousand years.]

Seeing that Yan Qing didn't respond, it quickly reached out and took Yan Qing's hand, "Boss, think about Jin Zeyan, he's still waiting for you at home!"

Yan Qing's fingertips gently grasped one or two, "I am not out of control, but I just have a strong killing intent. I can't use my divine power to kill mortals."

"Moreover, they are not worthy of the divine power to send them on their way. They simply sully the hands of this god."

It was the first time that Yi Er had his hand held by someone. Although he passed through it directly and didn't feel anything, he still felt happy.

[Boss, it's good to know that gods who kill mortals will be punished by heaven. This is an iron law that has never changed.]

Yan Qing did not respond to this. Thinking of some past events, he realized that he was not a good person either. He had been to the Sea of Blood.

There is another person there, an.........enemy........

He took a deep breath and said, "Nothing, I'll leave first."

Having said that, he didn't even give Yan Xiyue a chance to react and just left.