Huan Zijin's eyes gradually protruded.

He struggled to raise his arm, as if trying to pull out the long knife that had been plunged into his throat.

It's just that the knife stabbed extremely accurately, his breathing was already blocked, and a burst of extreme coldness instantly enveloped his whole body.

"Ah...... Pander to...... Mother ......" he opened his mouth, and the bright red blood foam mixed with the intermittent call overflowed the corners of his mouth.

Lu sat in the chair, his mind in chaos.

For a moment, she didn't understand what was going on, and it wasn't until Huan Zijin's throat made a "Gege" sound that she staggered to her feet.

"You...... Do you know...... What are you doing......" She opened her eyes to the maximum and looked at Huan Zicheng, her voice trembling almost incoherently: "Are you...... Isn't it crazy......"

Huan Zicheng's face was expressionless, he pulled out his backhand, and his body was slightly sideways.

With a "poof", the long knife was pulled out of Huan Zijin's throat, and the blood was instantly marked far away, and Huan Zijin still maintained the violent expression of Fang Cai's eyes and fell to the ground.

"Ah Jin!" Lu Shi let out a heart-rending scream, pounced like crazy, and lifted Huan Zijin's body hard.

He was no longer breathing.

This Huan Saburo, who was still laughing and talking with the Lu family, was already pale at this time, his eyes were blankly open, and he lost all his opportunities.

Lu Shi hugged him tightly, only to feel that his heart was 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, instantly soaking his clothes, and Lu's hands and body were also quickly covered with blood.

Looking at the dazzling red, Lu's body trembled violently, looked down at her eldest son, and shook Huan Zijin desperately: "My son, my son, my son......"

At this time, she was no longer elegant and beautiful as before, and she had no ambition to succeed, she lay on her son's corpse, crying and almost fainting.

She may never have imagined that one day she would see her beloved son die in front of her eyes, at the hands of the man she hated and despised the most.

She howled like crazy, as if she remembered something, she threw away Huan Zijin, and pounced on Huan Zicheng like a tiger, bursting out of her throat with a sharp cry: "You return my son's life!

Huan Zicheng took half a step back with an indifferent face, dodged her scuffle, and still took a backhand momentum, and sent the long knife downward.

Lu's shouts froze suddenly.

The narrow tip of the knife pierced through the back of the chest to the front of the heart, and it actually penetrated through the body, accurately inserted into the gap in the brick floor, and stabbed her in half.

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

Her appearance at this moment was extremely terrifying, her head had already been scattered, blood oozed from her lips, the corners of her eyes were cracked, and two lines of bloody tears slid down her face, drawing two terrible blood marks on her fair face.

"For ...... Ahem...... Why...... What...... cough cough...... "A large stream of blood choked from her lungs into her throat, and every time she breathed, she had to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

She struggled to reach out, trying to grab the dark hem of her robe in front of her.

It's just that although the hem of the robe looks close, no matter how hard she tries, she can't touch even the slightest corner of her clothes.

Huan Zicheng looked at her with a cold face, still expressionless.

Then, his indifferent voice rang out.

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

Lu's eyes opened to the maximum, his body spasmed a few times, and he fell to the ground and did not move.

Huan Zicheng raised his hand and brushed his sleeves.

killed two people in a row, and the blood flowed like a river, but he didn't feel the slightest anger on his body, he was still cold and noble, like ice and snow on the top of a distant mountain. And his clothes were still clean and neat, not stained with blood.

The dumb slave walked in at some point, and said with a forked hand: "My lord, it's solved." ”

Huan Zicheng nodded, his face indifferent: "How many martial arts weapons has Ning Zong made?"

"Four, three have already been left before. The dumb slave replied, paused for a moment, and added, "Plus this saber left by the lord." ”

"That's enough. Huan Zicheng said briefly, looking sideways at the long knife.

The long knife penetrated Lu's body, but the exposed part was still quite excessive, and the peculiarity of this knife was its hilt, on the wooden hilt, with a rough knife carving a strange beast, but it was a ribbed winged lion, with teeth and claws, very terrifying.

Huan Zicheng glanced at it and asked, "Can the phoenix seal be kept?"

"I left it and put it in a prominent place. The dumb slave said, and asked in a deep voice: "Shiro-kun is still here, what should I do?"

Huan Zicheng's steps paused as he walked forward, thought about it sideways, and the corners of his lips hooked an arc: "I'll meet him, and you will come too." ”

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

The heavy rain is like a note, washing the silent courtyard, there is no sound of people in the green courtyard, and there is no human figure, only the bamboo shadow shakes the wind, and the rain wets the green leaves.

In the east corner where Huan Ziyu is located, the window sash is about half a palm wide, and occasionally the wind blows, bringing cold rain into the room through the gaps.

Huan Zicheng stood in front of the window and raised his hand to open the window.

The window sash is facing the screen couch in front, and the tent on the couch is half raised, and the candlelight is swaying faintly, and the room is quiet.

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

"I know you're awake. Huan Zicheng said lightly, stretched out his arm to pull the support wood inside, propped up the window sash, and said lightly: "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 smooth, as if he was really asleep.

"You may not understand why I don't do it sooner or later. Huan Zicheng continued.

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

"I'm here to ask you just one question. He said again, holding his hands and letting the rain under the eaves brush the hem of his robe, and his voice was as cold as ever.

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

The way he turned his head and neck was very stiff, as if the area below his neck was completely immobile.

"The eldest brother is here, he is here...... Show off?" he said, both in tone and tone, very similar to Huan Zicheng.

Huan Zicheng's cold gaze swept over him, and then said to the dumb slave next to him: "You did an excellent job, I am very satisfied." ”74

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