The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 614 Yan Family Patriarch, Yan Chong 2
Yan Zhong knocked on the table, "What is the name of Liu Cheng's son?"

"Yantao."

Yan Xun said: "This Yantao seems to have some skills. He got the top score in Jiang Province's exam, and he also has some metaphysics skills. He took Qilinzi's Seven Star Sword, and Qi Zhi wants to respect him as the master of the Taoist sect."

The man in the seat squinted his eyes.

He has a pair of sharp eyes like a falcon, with a gloomy and violent temperament, but the black color makes his cold eyes stand out even more.

Sitting on the sandalwood chair, he glanced at Yan Xun and said, "This trash, has changed in a few months?"

Yan Xundao dared not speak.

"You go back first."

Yan Xundao breathed a sigh of relief, and after saluting respectfully, he turned and went out the door.

When I stood at the door, the wind blew, and my back was chilly, and I was already soaked in sweat.

The owner is really horrible.

In the hall, Yan Zhong raised his eyes, got up and turned to the back of the hall.

Press a mechanism.

The Bogu shelf on the wall was automatically divided into two halves, revealing a long passage, and Yan Zhong walked along the passage.

The passage was winding and dark.

Yan Zhong walked through that road, and the light suddenly lit up.

But at the end of the road, a lush courtyard appeared.

There was a light on in the courtyard, and a woman was sitting on a stone table on the lawn.

She is holding a paintbrush and drawing something.

The eyebrows are exquisite, but there is a clear worry locked between the brows, and the sadness in the eyes is so thick that it cannot be melted.

Yan Zhong's heart suddenly burst into flames.

Raising his arm, the drawing paper in Yan Xizhi's hand flew into his hand.

On the white paper, a man is drawn.

And a chubby kid.

Yan Zhong sneered, his eyes were full of violence, he pinched the drawing paper and tore it into pieces.

As soon as he threw his hand, the paper scattered all over the floor.

He stepped forward with long legs, pinched the woman's wrist with his right hand like a pliers, and pinched her chin with the other hand, forcing her to raise her head.

"The wild man is dead. If you draw again, he will never come back."

The voice was condensed, cold as iron.

Yan Xizhi was startled by Yan Zhong's violent breath, her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, thinking of his violent methods in the past, her eyes turned red.

Her body seemed to have formed a fear of Yan Zhong. She gritted her teeth and suppressed the feeling of collapse, "Yan Zhong, you will be punished by heaven."

Yan Zhong laughed suddenly.

He is the head of the Yan family, he has practiced martial arts naturally, and his skills are profound.

By the looks of it, he is only in his early thirties.

Only those eyes, ancient well without waves and unpredictable, can make people feel his age.

"Axi, that trash that Liu Cheng brought home won the first prize in Jiang Province. Not only that, but he also seems to have learned some Taoism. He shouldn't be the child you gave birth to, right?"

The man's voice was cold and quiet, and Yanxi's heart trembled violently.

Never let him know!

She tried her best to protect the child. If he knew, Tao Tao's life might be lost.

Yan Xizhi's beautiful face burst into a sneer, "Yan Zhong, don't you know the child's life and death the most?"

"Why are you so angry." Yan Zhong smiled slightly, "I just mentioned it casually."

He rolled his eyes, glanced at the pieces of drawing paper inadvertently, and suddenly his smile disappeared, "Axi, don't make me angry next time."

Yan Xizhi clenched his fists secretly. When he was on guard, Yan Zhong leaned down, and the violent breath enveloped him.

Intimate, yet eerie and terrifying.

(End of this chapter)