Hearing this, Nan Zhentian nodded with a smile and looked at Nan Fenghua.

"Hua'er, if you can kneel down and obediently admit my mistakes and call my father, then my father can still forgive you for the mistake you made this time, as long as you do things for me, you will still be the young master of the Southern Regions." Looking at Nan Fenghua, Nan Zhentian said with a smile, for so many years, he naturally knew that Nan Fenghua had never been truly loyal to him, but he only valued his strength.

In a pool of blood, Nan Fenghua suddenly laughed, extremely sarcastic.

If before, he didn't know what he wanted those high-grade geniuses for God's luck, and he could continue to collect talents for him, but now, knowing this, how could he still hand over the hope of the future of the Southern Regions to them one by one.

Let them drain their souls and deprive them of their luck.

The funny thing is that he turned his back on his father, turned his back on Central City, abandoned his favorite grandfather, and harmed the entire Southern Regions, but in the end, he lost everything.

How can a person survive when he has completely lost hope?

Like the walking dead, continue to be this ridiculous young master?

Nan Fenghua shook his head with a smile, raised his hand, and picked up the long knife in his hand.

"My life should have died a long time ago, it was saved by this beast, and now, I don't want it anymore." Nan Fenghua smiled bitterly, and between raising his hand, the long knife in his hand instantly stabbed towards his chest.

Nan Zhentian's eyes lit up, and he wanted to commit suicide in front of him, not so easy?

"You stinky boy!" With a familiar voice sounding, a basket smashed over in an instant, smashing the knife in Nan Fenghua's hand.

At the same time, still wearing a simple gray and white coat, Old Man Yue had already walked over, snatched the knife from Nan Fenghua's hand, and threw it to the ground.

"Grandpa, I lost." Looking at the old man Yue, Nan Fenghua said, he was already buried in the old man's arms, crying like an eight-year-old child.

"Stinky boy, your life was given by your father, who gave you the courage to commit suicide." Looking at Nan Fenghua, Old Man Yue reprimanded.

Before the words fell, Old Man Yue's body was shocked.

Holding Nan Fenghua, his face was soft, and he smiled slightly.

"In this life, who can never lose, if everyone gives you the same, if you lose, you run to commit suicide, then there are still living people in this world?

It's not terrible to lose, as long as people are alive, there is still a possibility of winning.

You have always been grandpa's proudest grandson. Touching Nan Fenghua's head, the old man said with a smile, in the corner where Nan Fenghua couldn't see, bright red blood slipped down the corners of his mouth.

"No, it's not filial piety, and for so many years, I haven't fulfilled my filial piety to my grandfather." Buried in the old man's arms, Nan Fenghua cried.

"Who said that, grandpa knows, when you were nine years old, you ran to sleep on the haystack outside grandpa's yard every night.

When you were twelve, you planted a tree outside your grandfather's yard and hid in the tree every day to peek.

When you were eighteen years old, you secretly added rice to your grandfather's rice bowl every night.

Grandpa saw it all.

My grandson, for so many years, I have suffered you. Touching Nan Fenghua's head, the old man said with a smile, but his cloudy eyes were full of tears at some point.

"Grandpa, is it okay for us to leave here, is it good for us to leave the Southern Regions, is it okay for us to give up Central City, and no longer take revenge." Buried in the old man's arms, Nan Fenghua said.