Seeing that Huan Daofei guessed it himself, Huan Zicheng didn't deny it, nodded and said: "Yes, those who take this medicine have symptoms very similar to stroke, and famous doctors can't diagnose it." After a pause, he flicked his sleeve lightly: "My father has this disease, so I won't be filial piety for three years." ”

Huan Daofei's two arms trembled more and more, and his distorted facial features made his entire face deformed, and he couldn't see what the expression was at all, but he spit out an intermittent sentence from his open mouth: "Okay...... Good...... Well, you are really mine...... It...... Jia'er ......" At the end, two cloudy tears finally oozed out of her eyes.

Huan Zicheng stood up expressionlessly and bowed to Huan Daofei: "My son is here to tell my father that the poison in my father is under my son's own hands, and if my father has a complaint, he only needs to complain about one." ”

"Uh...... Uh......" Huan Daofei said in a muffled voice.

At this moment, he couldn't say anything anymore, his body leaned to the side, and he slipped out of the chair little by little.

Huan Zicheng bowed to him again: "Son, take my father out." The father can rest assured that in the future, the father's daily life will be taken care of by the son himself. ”

After saying this, he walked in front of Huan Daofei, pulled out the armchair, helped the soft Huan Daofei up, and carried it behind his back, and then sighed.

"I still remember that my father used to carry my son like this when I was young, until later, my son was favored by my grandfather, and my father ...... I never hugged my son again. He turned his head and looked at Huan Daofei, who was salivating, and suddenly there was a layer of sadness on his face: "In the future, it is still up to the son to bear the father." ”

"No...... No...... Uh......" Huan Daofei seemed to have something to say, and kept writhing on Huan Zicheng's back.

However, at this moment, apart from the muffled syllables, he could no longer make any other sound, and the force with which he writhed was as weak as a baby.

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

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

Both of them were in good shape, wearing the same dark color suits, neither hats nor robes, and they stood in the heavy rain, carrying a covered pocket.

As soon as they saw Huan Zicheng come out, they immediately half-squatted down and put their pockets on the ground, and one of them came over and wanted to take over Huan Daofei, but was rejected by Huan Zicheng.

"I'll do it. He let go of the man in black, carried Huan Daofei himself, slowly came to the pocket, carefully placed him on the pocket, and straightened the canopy on it.

After only delaying like this for a while, his robe was already wet.

However, Huan Zicheng seemed to be unaware of this.

The heavy rain poured down on his head, and he sat on his pocket and his body was crooked, barely able to sit up straight. Huan Zicheng stared at him, his gaze was vague and deep, and it seemed that even his emotions were extinguished by the heavy rain.

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

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

In front of the door of the study, the dumb slave was standing with his hands tied, and when he saw Huan Zicheng coming over, he stepped forward and said, "My lord, it's all arranged." ”

Huan Zicheng glanced at him and asked lightly, "What about thirteen?"

"Don't worry, the lord will take her down first. The dumb slave said, raising his hand to wipe the rain from his face.

His movements were slightly stiff, and there seemed to be some blood on his wrists.

Huan Zicheng stopped, looked at him carefully for a while, and showed a look of concern in his eyes: "Is the dumb uncle injured?"

The dumb slave grinned, with a look of indifference on his honest face, and shook his wrist: "It's just a small injury, just take care of it for a few days." Lang Jun doesn't have to worry about it. As he spoke, he sighed lightly again, and his face became gloomy: "The four sects are all unprepared, kill them...... It's not hard. ”

The four grandmasters of Wei, Liang, Shi, and Yang were personally produced by the dumb slaves.

Huan Zicheng patted him on the shoulder, and a cold voice immediately sounded: "They are very loyal to their father, and they can't stay." ”

This is the only sentence, and there is no other explanation.

A trace of sadness appeared on the face of the dumb slave, and his eyes were melancholy: "My grandson Tu has killed people all his life, but he ...... It's the first time I've killed my own people. ”

"Those who have achieved great things, why are you afraid of the corpses and bones under your feet?" Huan Zicheng's cold voice sounded, and a terrifying cold light suddenly shot out from his eyes that were always expressionless: "Uncle Dumb just need to remember that I killed people, and that's enough." ”

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

However, the little boy has already grown up and has become a strong man who is decisive, calm and intelligent, and has become what he thinks the lord of the Huan clan should be. All this is exactly what he wants, and it is also what he has been striving for for many years, so what regrets does he have?

Thinking of this for a lifetime, the dumb slave's face was full of sorrow, and he bowed his head in a solemn voice and said: "Yes, the lord is wise." ”

The Huan clan has accumulated evils, which cannot be broken without a killing, and cannot be stopped without a river of blood. Huan Zicheng killed his father and killed his relatives, and the person he wanted was a stronger and more stable Huan family.

As long as the Huan clan is safe, he will kill thousands of people, and his grandson Tu will not hesitate.

"How many people died in this battle? Huan Zicheng's voice came suddenly, causing the dumb slave to wake up from his contemplation.

He immediately bowed down and said, "Back to the lord, a total of sixty-four people were killed and wounded in this battle, and one person is missing. Seventeen of our men were killed and wounded, and the rest were all Lang...... There are still a few people from the Lu clan on Lord Sikong's side. Among them, the five sects of Lu, Meng, Ren, Ning, and Cheng of our department and the twelve generals of the ghost department were not injured. As for the missing person, it was a warrior in the house, surnamed He. ”

"He?" Huan Zicheng muttered, and his expressionless face suddenly changed a little: "What is his name?"

The dumb slave immediately replied: "This person's name is He Yunxiao, and the realm has stopped at a half-step grandmaster, and he has not advanced an inch for more than ten years. ”

"He Yunxiao...... Huan Zicheng muttered softly, always feeling that this name was a little familiar, he thought about it sideways, and his face sank again: "When did he disappear?"

"He didn't go back to his room last night, and no one saw him go home. The dumb slave seemed to be extremely well prepared, and at this time he did not hesitate to speak.

Huan Zicheng walked slowly to the study, and said a little suddenly: "I remember that you said before that the fourth brother and the Lu clan were moving around the mansion, wanting to win over the martial artists in the mansion. What's next to this?" 17010