Hearing this, Huan Ziyu's expression was a little stunned.

He stared at Huan Zicheng, and a trace of disbelief instantly crossed his face: "Eldest brother...... What do you mean by that?"

The fourth brother had obviously guessed it. Huan Zicheng smiled faintly and flicked his sleeves: "The fourth brother fell into the water and was injured, all of which I asked someone to do." ”

"Really...... Is it really you?" Huan Ziyu looked at him steadily, his face turned pale in an instant, and he quickly became blood red, and then turned iron blue again.

"It's you...... Did you really do it?" he asked again, as if in disbelief.

Huan Zicheng was silent, only nodded indifferently.

"Why...... So?" Huan Ziyu's voice was very low, as if he was trying his best to suppress something, however, so much unwillingness and anger surged up at the same time, rushing to the top of his head at once, his face instantly turned purple, and he looked at Huan Zicheng almost with tears in his eyes: "Why? Why?

He asked three whys in a row, and his eyes were already blood-red: "I don't think I have ever trapped you to death, why do you want to make me like this?"

He roared, anger surging like magma in an instant, making him lose his mind at this moment.

He looked at Huan Zicheng fixedly, his face was distorted, his eyes were cruel and mocking: "You...... You are really just like what Auntie said, you are a lowly villain...... You shameless shit...... You cough cough cough ......"

He choked and coughed loudly.

The cough was so violent that it almost brought out his heart, and his throat made a bellows-like breath, and he stretched his neck desperately, his head and face flushed.

"Ahem, ahem...... Tea...... Cough...... Tea ......" Through the tears choked out, he looked at Huan Zicheng and shouted intermittently and hard: "Tea ...... Tea...... Ahem......"

At that moment, no one could see the trepidation and fear in the depths of his eyes.

The scream of the Lu clan could be transmitted almost throughout the courtyard, and he was awakened at that time.

He tried to call someone in and ask what was going on, but he shouted several times without calling anyone.

Then he tried to get up again, but he felt that he had no strength in his body, and his hands and feet did not obey the call at all, except for the movement of his head and neck, his body seemed to belong to someone else.

Then he heard footsteps.

It was the most memorable sound of footsteps in his memory. Calm, quiet, elegant, and steady, he has secretly imitated countless times in private, but he never looks like it, and he can't always walk out of the free air like treading clouds and waves.

And at that moment, when the footsteps sounded, he no longer had the idea of imitation, but felt a deep fear.

Driven by instinct, he chose to pretend to sleep with his eyes closed.

And at this moment, this emotion is finally covered by another, more intense emotion.

It was fear, a deep, deep, marrow-penetrating fear.

Suddenly, he realized that his body couldn't move!

His hands, his legs, his waist, everything but his head and neck could not move.

"What the hell are you ...... Finally...... Done it to me...... What ......" Huan Ziyu hissed, her voice became lower and lower, and every word she said seemed to be very difficult, squeezing out word by word: "My ...... Body...... No...... Can't move......"

Shiro-kun injured his spine and could only spend the rest of his life lying on the couch. The dumb slave opened his mouth at this time, and his tone was very calm, just stating a simple fact: "In the calming soup that Shiro-kun drank, some medicine was also used, and Shiro-kun was afraid that he would not be able to speak again in the future." ”

There seemed to be some pity on his face, but that pity was obviously not because of Huan Ziyu's injury, but for the sake of other things.

"If Shiro-kun doesn't make trouble, I'm afraid it will be better, but it's a pity. He sighed and fell silent.

Huan Ziyu's eyes widened in horror, and he pressed his head against the bamboo pillow desperately, trying his best to stand up, but in vain.

He looked at Huan Zicheng, sobbing and hissing, "You want to ...... Want...... ...... to me How's ......"

On Huan Zicheng's cold face, there was a faint smile.

It's just that on this face that is forever expressionless, there is no temperature in this smile, only coldness.

He looked at Huan Ziyu, and a strange look crossed his eyes: "For so long, I have never understood one thing. He slowed down his speech and said word by word: "How can you make up and dare to compete with me?"

"You ......" Huan Ziyu hissed, but the sound was finally muffled by the sound of the rain, and it was inaudible.

Huan Zicheng flicked the sleeves of his robe: "Spare him his life." Don't let the descendants of the Lu family fold here. ”

"No. The dumb slave replied.

As soon as he said a word, the figure in front of the window sash had disappeared.

Huan Ziyu's eyes widened wider and wider, almost protruding from his sockets, and his eyes instantly revealed resentment, hatred, pleading, despair and other looks.

He opened his mouth, wanting to stop his eldest brother, to ask for some mercy from the eldest brother whom he had despised and feared, and to ask him to forgive his sins.

However, his throat hurt like a knife, but he could no longer spit out a word.

The west wind was cool and surging in the city at night, stopping and resounding like a mountain wave. The rain grew heavier, and several bright white lightning bolts tore through the sky and pierced the heavy clouds.

"Boom", a thunderbolt like a giant hammer hit the ground hard, and the house trembled.

Huan Daofei sat up abruptly, looked around, and was a little stunned.

He actually fell asleep on the bookcase.

This has never happened before.

He raised his slightly numb hands, moved them gently, and looked around again, and there was a bitterness on his face.

It's really unforgiving.

It was only two days of hard work, and he was so tired that he couldn't even remember how he fell asleep.

Huan Daofei smiled self-deprecatingly, looked sideways at the teapot next to him, but it was empty, he took the teapot on the side and shook it a few times, and the teapot was also empty.

"Come on, change the tea. He commanded, rubbing his face with his hand and standing up.

I don't know if it's because he has been lying at the desk for too long, his legs are numb as if he is unconscious, and before he can stand up straight, his knees are weak, and he actually slumps back into the chair.

"It's really old. Huan Daofei muttered to himself and shook his head.

If he had been younger, he would have been fine even if he had been at the desk for a few hours, but now he is much worse than before.

As he thought about it, he was about to stand up again, but suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps, and the curtain of the door of the west room was lifted.

"Come and help me. Huan Daofei beat his legs and said casually, and ordered: "If you refill the tea, it will ......be empty."

His voice suddenly seemed to be knotted, and the rest of the words were gone.

A man was standing in front of his bookcase, with a slender figure, a handsome face, and a dark robe as if he was carrying the night outside the window. 12910