Huan Daofei looked at the visitor in a daze, and was actually a little dazed for a while.

"How is my father?" Huan Zicheng said lightly, with the usual expressionless expression on his face.

"You...... How did you get back? Huan Daofei was extremely surprised, and his legs were no longer beaten, but he only looked at his eldest son, and frowned: "Who allowed you to come back?" The Son of Heaven is hunting, you don't want to accompany Your Majesty, you actually secretly turn around, are you trying to make my Huan family infamy? ”

Huan Zicheng looked at him indifferently, suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the teacup and teapot, and said lightly: "If I were my father, I wouldn't drink these teas." ”

Huan Daofei was stunned, and then the breath on his body suddenly cold, and his face sank: "What do you mean?" ”

"I mean, there's poison in this tea." Huan Zicheng said lightly, sat on the armchair opposite him, picked up the teacup and played with it for a while, and suddenly let go of his hand.

With a "snap", the teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

Huan Daofei's pupils immediately shrank.

"Someone!" He raised his voice and shouted, while holding the bookcase and trying to stand up: "Where is Liang Zong?" Where is Wei Zong? Go and call Mr. Liu, where is Mr. Liu? ”

A loud call came from the study, the sound of rain in the courtyard was clear, as clear as a broken string, even if you were in the room, you could hear the raindrops falling from the eaves, dripping and moist, as if someone was stroking the piano.

Inside and outside the big study, no one answered him, only the sound of rain. And the two grandmasters, a doorman, and even the other two Shi Zong and Yang Zong in Huan Daofei's mouth were all nowhere to be seen at this time.

"Father's forgiveness." Huan Zicheng's voice rang out, even though there was no hint of asking for forgiveness in that tone, he still followed the etiquette he should have: "The four sects of Liang, Wei, Shi, and Yang were all killed by me. ”

Huan Daofei was about to hold up his body and sit down.

"You...... What did you say? His face turned pale, he looked at Huan Zicheng with wide eyes, and his voice trembled slightly: "You said you...... Who did you kill? ”

He heard his own voice, dry and old, like dusty old strings.

In front of this extremely handsome face in front of him, he could even know what he looked like at the moment, decayed and decadent, like the bluestone under the eaves, tormented by years of wind and frost, and lay dormant on the ground weakly.

"Say it again!" Huan Daofei's throat was a little dry.

He looked at the handsome face in front of him steadily, and felt his lips tremble.

At this moment, he even forgot to be angry and scolded.

He had nothing but resentment in his heart.

Deep, bottomless resentment.

"The four grandmasters under my father's command were killed by me." Huan Zicheng repeated a sentence in a faint voice, without a trace of fluctuation on his face.

Huan Daofei's face quickly fell into discoloration.

He didn't ask about the truth of the matter, and he didn't do useless things like shouting for help.

Perhaps, deep down in my heart, this day has actually come countless times. And at this moment, it was just those things he imagined that had finally become a reality.

"You, do you want to kill your father?" He looked up at Huan Zicheng, his aging face was full of tiredness.

Even though his face was still the same as before, with a bit of vicissitudes in his handsomeness, the aura on his body suddenly fell silent.

Between that question and answer, he seemed to be twenty years older, and even had a bit of a dragon clock.

"Don't dare." Huan Zicheng said, picked up the teapot on the case, and threw it on the ground.

There was a loud sound of porcelain breaking in the big study, and the crisp sound was like a penny breaking water, marking the silence of this rainy night.

Huan Zicheng's voice rose and fell in this crisp sound, spreading to Huan Daofei's ears.

"The father dies and the son keeps filial piety, and one guard is three years, son, I can't afford to miss this time." He said indifferently, looking at Huan Daofei's eyes very openly: "My son needs to take charge of the Huan clan earlier, but my son knows that my father will not back down." Therefore, this is the best policy. ”

He owed Huan Daofei in the seat, as a way to express the little apology in his heart.

It's just that his voice still hasn't fluctuated at all, and he can't hear a trace of guilt or self-shame: "I always thought that time was there, and I could afford to wait." However, this is not the case. ”

When he said this, Huan Zicheng's face suddenly appeared with a somewhat melancholy expression, as if he remembered something extremely distant.

Yes, he always thought that he could wait, he could plan slowly, because he was still young, he had the ability, the manpower, and the strategy, and he could afford to wait.

One day, the position of the lord of the Huan clan will still be his.

In his previous life, he thought so. In the face of the calculations of the Lu family mother and son again and again, and when he was suppressed by Huan Daofei again and again, he always felt that he could afford to wait.

Until, waiting for the fall of the Huan clan.

At that time, he knew that the time left for him by God was too short, so short that he didn't have time to arrange it for a good life.

In this life, he no longer has the patience of his previous life.

The position of the lord of the Huan clan is none other than him, and as for those flies that are in the way, it is better to shoot them to death early.

Huan Daofei looked at the eldest son in front of him worriedly.

It was his first child with Pei.

And at this moment, this handsome son, who fused his blood and bones, poisoned him.

The thought did not give him a sense of grief or resentment.

He was just a little surprised, surprised that this moment had come so early, and also surprised at the calm of his state of mind at the moment.

It felt strange, as if all his life, he had been waiting for such a day, waiting for his own son to take everything from his hands.

Huan Daofei felt that his body was a little weak.

He held on to the bookcase hard, stopping his body from sliding, and asked in a hissed voice, "If you don't kill me, what will you do?" ”

"My father was so sick that he could not speak, and he could not move. Son, take its place, that's all. Huan Zicheng's cold face was calm, as if it was a matter of course to poison his father.

Huan Dao looked at him uncertainly, and a line of saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth.

He smiled bitterly.

At this time, he already knew what kind of poison Huan Zicheng had given him.

I have heard that there is a Ning Zong by Huan Zicheng's side, who is good at making all kinds of strange things, such as strange medicines, strange weapons, and strange things, he can do them.

"This poison...... But...... But...... Stroke...... Poisonous ......" Huan Daofei asked intermittently, his facial features were twisted at a strange amplitude, the corners of his mouth gradually tilted to the side, and the two hands he held on to the bookcase, along with his entire arm, were also trembling visibly.

Stroke, also known as stroke, is a condition in which the mouth and eyes are crooked, the limbs are numb, and the tongue is speechless.

Huan Daofei's symptoms at this moment are exactly like this. 19