Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 895 Can't Wait

Huan Zijin's eyeballs gradually protruded.

He raised his arm vigorously, as if he wanted to pull out the long knife pierced into his throat.

However, the knife was so accurate that his breathing was already suffocated, and a burst of extreme cold enveloped his whole body in an instant.

"Ah...Ah...mother..." He opened his mouth, and the bright red blood froth was mixed with the intermittent calls, overflowing the corners of his mouth.

Lu Shi slumped in the chair, his mind was in chaos.

For a moment, she didn't understand what happened, until Huan Zijin's throat made a "click" sound, and she stood up unsteadily.

"You...do you know...what are you doing..." She opened her eyes to the widest, looked at Huan Zicheng, her voice trembled so much that she couldn't even complete a sentence: "Are you... are you crazy? It's..."

Huan Zicheng had no expression on his face, he pulled out his backhand, and turned slightly sideways.

With a sound of "Puff", the long knife was pulled out from Huan Zijin's throat, and the blood instantly marked it far away. Huan Zijin still kept the look of bulging eyes just now, and fell to the ground.

"A Jin!" Lu Shi let out a heart-piercing scream, rushed forward like crazy, and lifted Huan Zijin's body vigorously.

He was out of breath.

The Huan Shi Saburo, who was still joking with Lu Shi just now, has a pale complexion, his eyes are open blankly, and he has lost all opportunities.

Lu Shi hugged him tightly, feeling his heart was cut like a knife, and he forgot to cry for a while.

At that moment, a large stream of blood gushed out from Huan Zijin's throat, soaking his clothes in an instant, and Lu Shi's hands and body were also quickly covered with blood.

Seeing the dazzling bright red eyes, Lu's body trembled violently, looked down at her eldest son, and suddenly hugged Huan Zijin and shook desperately: "My son, my son, my son! ..."

At this time, she was no longer as elegant and beautiful as before, nor was she determined to win just now. She lay down on her son's corpse, crying so much that she almost fainted.

Perhaps she never thought that one day, she would see her most beloved son die in front of her own eyes, by the knife of the person she hated and despised the most.

She was howling like crazy, suddenly she seemed to remember something, threw Huan Zijin away, and rushed towards Huan Zicheng like a tiger, with a sharp cry coming from her throat: "You give me back my son!" My life! You give me my son's life!"

Huan Zicheng took half a step back indifferently, dodging her scuffle, and still took the backhand gesture, sending the long knife downward.

Lu's shouting suddenly stopped.

The long and narrow knife pointed straight from the back of the chest to the front of the heart, it actually passed through the body, and accurately inserted into the gap in the brick floor, piercing her firmly.

Lu looked at her chest in disbelief, as if she didn't understand why the point of the knife appeared on her chest.

Her appearance at this moment was extremely frightening, her hair had long been disheveled, blood oozed from her lips, the corners of her eyes were cracked, and two lines of blood and tears slid down her face, drawing two terrifying bloodstains on her fair face.

"Why... cough cough... why... what... cough cough..." A large stream of blood choked from her lungs into her throat, and every time she took a breath, she spurted out a mouthful of blood.

She stretched out her hand struggling, trying to grab the corner of the black robe in front of her.

However, although the hem of the robe looked close, no matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't touch even the slightest corner of the robe.

Huan Zicheng looked down at her, his usual cold face was still expressionless.

Then, his calm voice sounded.

"I can't wait." He said, let go of the long knife, and took half a step back.

Lu Shi's eyes were wide open, his body convulsed a few times, and he lay motionless on the ground.

Huan Zicheng raised his hand and brushed his sleeves.

He killed two people in a row and blood flowed like a river, but he couldn't feel the slightest hostility on his body, he was still cold and pure, just like the ice and snow on the top of a distant mountain.And his clothes are still clean and tidy, not stained with any blood.

The mute slave came in at some point, crossed his hands and said, "My lord, it's settled."

Huan Zicheng nodded, his expression calm: "How many weapons did Ningzong make?"

"Four pieces, three pieces have been kept before." The dumb slave replied, paused for a moment, and added: "Including the saber left by the lord, it will be complete."

"Enough." Huan Zicheng said briefly, and looked sideways at the long knife.

The long knife pierced through Lu Shi's body, but there was still enough exposed part, and the peculiarity of this knife lies in its handle. On the wooden handle, it was carved with rough knife techniques. There is a strange beast, but it is a lion with two wings. It is very scary with its teeth and claws.

Huan Zicheng glanced over and asked, "Is the Phoenix seal still there?"

"Keep it, and put it in a conspicuous place." The dumb slave said, and then asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Silang is still there, what should I do?"

Huan Zicheng paused in his forward steps, turned his head to think for a while, and the corners of his lips curled up: "I'll meet him, and you come too."

The dumb slave promised, and the figures of the two disappeared behind the landscape painting screen.

The heavy rain poured down on the quiet courtyard, and there was no sound or shadow of people in Lvqing courtyard, only the bamboo shadows shook the wind, and the rain wet the green leaves.

In the east corner where Huan Ziyu lived, the window sash was opened about half a palm wide, and occasionally a wind would blow, bringing cold raindrops, which penetrated into the room through the gap.

Huan Zicheng stood in front of the window, raised his hand and opened the window.

The window sash is directly facing the screen couch in front of it, and half of the curtains on the couch are raised, the candlelight flickers faintly, and the room is quiet.

Huan Ziyu was lying on the couch with his eyes closed and his breathing steady, as if he had fallen asleep.

"I know you're awake." Huan Zicheng said calmly, stretched out his arms to pull the wooden stays inside, set up the window sash, and said softly, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Huan Ziyu's complexion changed slightly, but his eyes were still closed, and his breathing was still very gentle, as if he had really fallen asleep.

"You may not understand why I act at this time, neither sooner nor later." Huan Zicheng continued.

In front of Huan Zijin and Lu Shi, he didn't want to say a word, but in front of Huan Ziyu, he seemed willing to say a few more words.

"I'm here, I just want to ask you a question." He said again, holding his hands behind his back, letting the rain under the eaves brush against the hem of his jacket, his voice was as cold as before.

Huan Ziyu, who was lying on the couch, slowly opened his eyes, and turned to look at Huan Zicheng.

His posture of turning his head and neck was very stiff, as if the parts below the neck were completely immobile.

"Brother, is he here...to show off?" He said, no matter the tone and accent, he was very similar to Huan Zicheng.

Huan Zicheng glanced at him coldly, then said to the dumb slave next to him: "You did a great job, I am very satisfied."

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