Zheng Qiankun almost fainted directly, and his already blood-red eyes bulged up at this moment, as if they were about to collapse.

The sound of the knife was like an iron rod slamming into the back of his head, and his mind was buzzing.

Even, Zheng Qiankun's extremely rare mind was a little blank.

If it weren't for the eldest son Zheng Yupeng beside him who supported him, he would have fallen.

In fact, Zheng Yupeng is no better, his face is pale and bloodless, like a dead man's face.

Whether it is Zheng Qiankun or Zheng Yupeng, they all understand what the words of the sharp knife represent?!!!

Look at the crazy eyes of the descendants of the Zheng family who are eager to survive, in order to survive, they will definitely force the palace.

In the face of life and death, what rank, family affection, etiquette, and awe will all turn into smoke.

"Dad, we'...... We ......" Zheng Yuheng didn't know how to speak anymore, standing behind Zheng Qiankun tremblingly, his scalp was numb, he seemed to have seen his fate - kneeling in front of Su Zhongzhen's grave and committing suicide!

He doesn't want to die yet!

Moreover, even if he died, how could he kneel and die in front of the grave of Su Zhongzhen, whom he once regarded as an ant?

Even if he dies, he must have a luxurious funeral, and he must share the sorrow of all people, and he must also have a grand farewell, how can he be buried in front of Su Zhongzhen's grave, and there is no place to bury him? !

Zheng Yuchen was even more unbearable, and he was about to cry.

And Zheng Qingqing, gritting his teeth stubbornly, the aura on his body fluctuated extremely much, and he looked like he was going to go crazy.

"Stand down!! what do you want to do? I'm Zheng Qiankun, the head of the family!" The next moment, Zheng Qiankun took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, and roared, angrily.

Zheng Qiankun is still majestic, and with his voice, in front of him, the descendants of the Zheng family, whose eyes are burning and seem to have fallen into a demonic barrier, are much more sober.

Their eyes flickered and they stepped back a little.

"You don't want to think about it, why did Su Xuan's little stubble that should have died ten thousand times let his servant say the same thing just now, just to make our Zheng family mess up and kill each other! Do you want to fall into the trap?" Zheng Qiankun continued to shout, his voice becoming more and more sonorous.

"What's more, assassinating Su Xuan and killing Su Zhongzhen, didn't you participate in these two things? Back then, who repeatedly persuaded the old man to destroy the Su family? Who has held clan meetings many times in the past few years and wants to dispose of my little daughter Zheng Yuqing?"

Zheng Qiankun's eyes swept over the faces of the Zheng family descendants present one by one: "Think about it, what you did and what you participated in, Su Xuan can not know? Can he let you go?

Those descendants of the Zheng family, their faces changed again, and they had completely restrained those crazy looks.

"Master, you're right!" shouted loudly, "We all listen to you!"

Zheng Qiankun was a little relieved.

It's just that the depression in my heart has not diminished at all.

His majesty can only last once or twice, and it cannot last forever.

If it goes on like this, as the servants of Su Xuan outside the door kill four or five Zheng family descendants every day, the pressure on the Zheng family every day is increasing, and if they don't save their lives day and night, these Zheng family descendants will still force the palace.

Zheng Qiankun only wanted this time flashpoint, and he could delay it as much as possible.

I hope to drag it out until Ji Xuan appears.

Now, the only hope is Ji Xuan!!

The only straw.

"Is anyone willing to go out and go to Ji's house?" Zheng Qiankun thought for a while and said again.

As soon as these words came out, there was only silence.

Even Zheng Yingmu can't die anymore.

Who else can go out?

To go out is to die.

No one wants to die.

Zheng Qiankun could only shake his head, he knew that this was the result, that is, he asked casually.

"Let's all spread out. Zheng Qiankun waved his hand, feeling a little tired inexplicably.

He is not young, he has reached old age, but because he is in a high position, eating, drinking and Lazar are controlled by a special private doctor, so his physical functions have always been equivalent to that of a middle-aged person.

Usually, I hardly feel tired and exhausted.

But at this moment, he longed to faint and get a good night's sleep, his nerves were too tense.

I thought about it.

Zheng Qiankun returned to his study.

"Yuchen, bring the phone ......" Zheng Qiankun gritted his teeth stubbornly, his eyes became redder and redder, as if he was making some decision to fight between heaven and man, and in the end, he still suppressed his voice and said.

Zheng Yuchen carefully took the quaint, golden phone to his father.

Zheng Qiankun picked up the phone in his hand and clutched it tightly, as if he wanted to crush the phone.

The atmosphere became more and more stiff, and on the side, Zheng Yupeng, Zheng Yuheng, and Zheng Yuchen did not dare to come out.

"What is the phone number of the Su family?" Finally, Zheng Qiankun spoke: "I want to talk to that little bastard in person!!

Zheng Qiankun has already felt the crisis of life and death.

Already extremely unsettling.

Waiting for Ji Xuan is the only hope, but waiting like this, fate is handed over to God, not his character.

He wants to save himself.