Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 898

Seeing that Huan Daofei guessed it himself, Huan Zicheng did not deny it, nodded and said: "Yes, the symptoms of people who take this medicine are very similar to stroke, and even famous doctors can't diagnose it." With a light flick: "Father has this disease, so I won't have to keep my filial piety for three years."

Huan Daofei's two arms trembled more and more violently, his distorted facial features distorted his entire face, and he couldn't see the expression at all, but he spit out a sentence intermittently from his open mouth: "Okay...Okay ...Okay, you are really my... my... Jiaer..." At the end of the speech, two turbid tears finally seeped out of the eyes.

Huan Zicheng stood up expressionlessly, and bowed to Huan Daofei: "I came here to tell my father that my father was poisoned by my own hands. If my father has any complaints, I only need to blame my son." That's it."

"Uh...uh..." Huan Daofei uttered a vague voice trembling.

At this moment, he could no longer speak the whole sentence, his body was tilted to one side, and he slipped out of the chair a little bit.

Huan Zicheng bowed to him again: "Son, take father out now. Don't worry, father, from now on, my son will take care of my father's daily life."

After saying this, he walked up to Huan Daofei, pulled away the armchair, helped Huan Daofei who was limp, and carried him on his back, then he sighed.

"I still remember that my father used to carry my son like this when I was young. Until later, when my son was favored by my grandfather, my father... never hugged my son again." He turned his head and looked at Huan who was drooling. Daofei suddenly had a layer of sadness on his face: "From now on, you should bear your father's burden."

"No...no...uh..." Huan Daofei seemed to have something to say, he kept twisting on Huan Zicheng's back.

However, at this moment, apart from vague syllables, he could no longer utter any other sounds, and his strength when twisting was as weak as that of a baby.

Huan Zicheng patted him on the back reassuringly, and carried him out of the door.

The rain was falling under the candlelight, endlessly, under the eaves outside the door, there were already two men guarding it, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Both of them are strong and strong, wearing the same black strong clothes, neither a bamboo hat nor a coir raincoat, they just stood in the heavy rain, carrying a bag with a top.

Seeing Huan Zicheng coming out, they squatted down immediately and put their pockets on the ground. One of them came over and wanted to take Huan Daofei, but Huan Zicheng refused.

"Let me do it." He let go of the man in black, carried Huan Daofei himself, and slowly came to the bag, carefully put him on the bag, and then straightened the canopy above.

It was just a short delay like this, and his black robe was already wet.

However, Huan Zicheng seemed unaware of this.

The heavy rain poured down on his head, and Huan Daofei's body was crooked while sitting on the sack, and he could hardly sit upright.Huan Zicheng stared at him intently, his gaze was dark and deep, as if even his emotions were extinguished by the heavy rain.

The two men in black bowed to him, then carried their bags and walked steadily and quickly towards the gate of the courtyard.

It wasn't until their backs disappeared in the distance that Huan Zicheng stepped onto the platform and returned to the corridor.

In front of the door of the study, the dumb slave was standing with his hands tied, when he saw Huan Zicheng approaching, he crossed his hands and said, "My lord, everything has been arranged."

Huan Zicheng glanced at him, and asked softly, "Where's Thirteen?"

"Don't worry, my lord, I took her down first." The dumb slave said, wiping the rainwater off his face with his hand.

His movements were a little stiff, and there seemed to be some blood on his wrist.

Huan Zicheng stopped in his tracks, looked at him carefully for a while, and then there was a concerned look in his eyes: "Is Uncle Dumb injured?"

The dumb slave grinned, with an expression of indifference on his simple and honest face, and flicked his wrist: "It's just a small injury, it will be fine after a few days of treatment. You don't have to worry about it." It became dejected: "The four sects are all unprepared, killing them... is not difficult."

The four masters Wei, Liang, Shi, and Yang were born by dumb slaves.

Huan Zicheng patted him on the shoulder, and then his cold voice sounded: "They are very loyal to their father and cannot stay."

Just this one sentence, there is no other explanation.

There was a trace of sadness on the dumb slave's face again, and his eyes were melancholy: "I, Gongsuntu, have never killed anyone in my life, but... it is the first time for me to kill my own people."

"Those who achieve great things, why are you afraid of the mountains of corpses under your feet?" Huan Zicheng's icy voice sounded, and a terrifying cold light suddenly shot out from his eyes that were always expressionless: "Mute uncle only needs to remember that people are It is enough for me to kill."

The dumb slave stared at him, and suddenly there was a strong sense of impatience in his eyes, and subconsciously stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to caress the hair of the little boy in front of him like he did many years ago.

However, the little boy has grown up long ago, and has become a strong man who is decisive, calm and wise, and has become what he thinks the Lord of the Huan family should be.All of this was exactly what he had hoped for, and what he had been striving for over the years. What regrets did he have?

For the rest of his life, the dumb slave's face was full of sorrow, and he bowed his head in a solemn voice: "Yes, my lord is wise."

The Huan family's accumulated evils cannot be broken without a massacre, and cannot be stopped without a river of blood.Huan Zicheng murdered his father and murdered his relatives, and it was the stronger and more stable Huan family who were plotting.

As long as the Huan family is safe, tens of thousands of people will be killed, and he, Gongsun Tu, will not hesitate to do so.

"How many people died in this battle? The number of the enemy and us is reported." Huan Zicheng's voice came suddenly, which woke up the dumb slave from his contemplation.

He immediately bowed and said: "My lord, there were 64 casualties and one missing in this battle. We had 17 casualties, and the rest were all Lang... the manpower on Lord Sikong's side, and a few people from the Lu family Among them, the five sects of Lu, Meng, Ren, Ning, and Cheng from our tribe, and the twelve generals from the Gui tribe, none of them were injured. As for the missing person, he is a warrior disciple in the mansion, surnamed He."

"Hey?" Huan Zicheng murmured, his expressionless face suddenly changed: "What's his name? What is his realm?"

The dumb slave immediately replied: "This person's name is He Yunxiao, and his realm has stopped at half-step master, and he hasn't made any progress for more than ten years."

"He Yunxiao..." Huan Zicheng whispered to himself, always feeling that the name sounded familiar, he turned his head to think for a while, and his face darkened again: "When did he disappear?"

"He didn't go back to his room last night, and no one saw him go back to his house." The dumb slave seemed to be well prepared, and he said it casually at this time without any hesitation.

Huan Zicheng walked towards the study room slowly, and said suddenly: "I remember you said before that the fourth brother and Mrs. Lu were moving around in the mansion, trying to win over the warriors in the mansion. What's the follow-up of this matter?"

　Continue to double update today, and the next one will be at three o'clock.In addition, the author just received the notice, and there will be another free recommendation. The time will start from the afternoon of the 29th, and then the explosive update after the previous free will still be released, so, dear friends, you can delay it on the 29th. Read the book, so that you can see five chapters for free.Next, the 30th and 31st will be double shifts. On October 10st, National Day, there should be a five-chapter update.It’s probably like this, if you don’t understand it, then… just pretend I didn’t say it……………

　　


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