Yan Zushu had just read the note, and he was already bored in his heart. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info now heard someone outside the house grinning and moaning, and a trace of anger suddenly rose.

was about to open the door, but suddenly heard an old voice outside the house hurriedly shouting to the house: "Family master, it's not good, something is wrong, the second young master has been injured!"

Although the voice was hurried, it was not so alarmed, it was the thin old man who had just walked out of the hall.

Hearing this, Yan Zushu's trace of anger was suddenly swept away, and it was replaced by a strange heart.

The second young master, Yan Qingwen, has always been calm and alert and rarely causes trouble, and his martial arts strength has also reached the early stage of the innate realm qi transformation, and among the martial cultivators of his generation, he can almost be regarded as an immortal genius.

Even if he sometimes competes with martial cultivators of the same generation, it is always a big victory and no defeat. Even if he competes with the eldest young master Yan Qingwu, it is only slightly inferior, but he will definitely not be injured.

How, then, could he have been wounded? Could it have been plotted? Or was it ......

Several thoughts flashed through Yan Zushu's mind in an instant, but they all felt unlikely. In desperation, he had no choice but to shake his head, pushed the door and walked out, intending to ask Yan Qingwen in person what was going on.

But when he stepped out of the threshold of the hall, he was jumped by the scene in front of him, almost stepped off the steps, and fell.

The second young master, Yan Qingwen, was carried over on a stretcher by four people, his clothes were ragged and bloodstained, and his originally delicate face had already turned into a blue and purple pig's head, and his cheeks were swollen like a leather ball, and he couldn't even find his eyes, mouth and nose.

Seeing his father Yan Zushu appear in front of him, he couldn't help but scream miserably, pouting and crying like a spring of tears: "Sister...... Holy, sister...... Kennel!"

Yan Qingwen's teeth were almost completely knocked out by Nangong Yi, and his two lips turned outward, like a bright red trumpet. One mouth was two indistinct howls, but it made the four stretchers next to him almost laugh.

Seeing his son being beaten like this, Yan Zushu's eyes couldn't help but flash a thick murderous intent in his eyes, and the cold air gushed up and down Zhou's body, as if he was about to freeze this courtyard into ice in an instant.

I saw him with a cold face, strode to his son Yan Qingwen's side, grabbed his wrist, and asked in a deep voice: "Tell Dad, who did it?"

Before the words were decided, Yan Zushu's right hand had already touched his son's wrist, but he couldn't help but shake his whole body, and his face instantly turned pale.

Through Yan Qingwen's wrist veins, Yan Zushu clearly felt that his son's whole body meridians had been broken by seven or eight of them.

Not only that, but his son's internal organs were also injured by his violent vitality. Among them, the liver, gallbladder, spleen and lungs have faint signs of fragmentation.

This surprise was not trivial, and even Yan Zushu, who had been experienced for a long time, couldn't help but gasp. Just looking at the current injuries of the son, it can be inferred that the son has no room to fight back in the hands of the enemy.

Such injuries were inflicted either by a single blow from the enemy, or by the continuous onslaught of the enemy.

If it was the former, Yan Zushu thought that with his current cultivation, he could only barely do it. And in the Light Curtain City, there are almost no people who can achieve such cultivation as themselves. Even Yin Tangyao, the current head of the Yin family, would find it extremely difficult to do this.

Therefore, Yan Zushu can be sure that the person who shot at his son must be the latter. In this way, the enemy's cultivation can probably be guessed, and most of them are around the innate realm refinement stage.

But in the Light Curtain City, there are many martial cultivators who can reach the Innate Realm Transformation Essence Stage. Who injured his son is worth investigating.

However, at the moment, saving his son's life is critical, and Yan Zushu can't care about finding out who injured his son. saw a wave of his big hand, ignoring his son's weak moans and screams, and hurriedly asked the family to carry his son into his bedroom.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he heard a chaotic commotion outside the hall, mixed with footsteps of varying severity, and hurried into Yan Zushu's hall.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a beautiful woman shouting with an anxious and worried face: "Master, what's wrong with Wen'er? Who injured my Wen'er? Let me see, let me see Wen'er." ”

It turned out that this beautiful woman was Yan Qingwen's biological mother, the original wife of the head of the Yan family, Sun. Coming in with her, there was also a handsome young man, and eight maids.

That young man was none other than Yan Qingwen's elder brother, Yan Qingwu, the eldest young master of the Yan family, and his martial arts strength had reached the peak of the innate realm.

He was talking to his mother Sun in the hall just now, but suddenly heard the news that his younger brother Yan Qingwen was injured, so he rushed over with his mother.

After Yan Zushu asked his son to be carried into his bedroom, he gently carried his son to the bed. Then he waved his hand and retreated from the left and right families, and was about to urge Yuan Gong to help his son save his life, but he heard the shouts of his wife Sun.

As soon as he looked up, he saw that his wife Sun had come to him, and saw his son lying half-dead on his bed, with blood stains all over his body.

For a while, I couldn't help but cry and cry through the hall: "Wen'er, what's wrong with you? Who beat you like this? Who is it? You tell your mother!"

While crying and shouting, he opened his arms and wanted to hold his son in his arms. was suddenly grabbed by his eldest son Yan Qingwu, who was standing behind him, and gently dragged him back.

Yan Zushu glanced at his wife Sun with heavy eyes, his face full of shame. glanced at his eldest son Yan Qingwu again, and made a color to him.

Seeing this, Yan Qingwu suddenly understood, and quickly turned around and retreated all the maids and servants who were surrounding the door. When he turned around again, he saw his father Yan Zushu with a cold expression and said, "You take care of your mother first, and then I will carefully inquire about the whole story of this matter after I finish treating Wen'er's injuries." ”

Yan Qingwu was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help asking, "Father, hasn't my brother told you who the murderer is?"

A trace of viciousness flashed in Yan Zushu's eyes, and he shook his head helplessly: "Not long after Wen'er was carried back, he fell into a coma. So far, I don't know who hurt him. ”

Yan Qingwu nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly seemed to remember something, raised his head to look at his seriously injured younger brother and said, "Father, how is the younger brother's injury?"

Yan Zushu let out a long sigh, his voice solemn and low: "His injuries ...... It should be fine!"

As he spoke, Yan Zushu glanced sideways at Mrs. Silent who was already crying, and his eyes were full of sorrow.

Although Yan Zushu said that Yan Qingwen's injury was fine, how could Yan Qingwu not hear what he meant. Just by looking at his expression, Yan Qingwu could guess that the injury suffered by his younger brother this time must be very serious.

If it weren't for that, my father wouldn't have said it in this tone, and he paused halfway through and glanced at my mother. This shows that the father just didn't want the mother to worry, so he deliberately said that the younger brother's injury was lighter.

The Sun family on the side was heartbroken, looked at his son who was in pain, sobbed and asked Yan Zushu: "Master, Wen'er's injury is really ...... Is it really okay? You can't lie to me!"

As he spoke, tears rolled down his cheeks like beads with broken threads.

Seeing this, Yan Zushu forced out a smile, patted his wife's shoulder gently, and said, "Madame, don't worry, what Wen'er has suffered is only a flesh injury, as long as I urge Yuan Gong to treat him, supplemented by pills, he should get better immediately, don't worry." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Yan Qingwu next to him and motioned for him to send the Sun family back first.

After Yan Qingwu understood, he hurriedly held his mother's arm, smiled lightly, and said, "Mother, Daddy is going to treat my brother's injury now, we will affect him here, I'll send you back to the side hospital first." When Daddy has healed his brother's injuries, you can come and see him. ”

Sun's face was full of tears, he looked at his seriously injured son and nodded reluctantly, and finally let out a long sigh, then wiped away his tears, and turned out of Yan Zushu's bedroom.

As soon as he took two steps, he couldn't help but turn around, looking resentful and worried: "Master, you must heal Wen'er's injury." Watching Wen'er suffer, I, a mother, are also like a needle prick. ”

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