Yan Zhong knocked his fingers on the table, "Liu Cheng's son, what's your name?" ”

"Yan Tao."

Yan Xun said: "This Yan Tao seems to have some skills, he has won the perfect score in Jiang Province, and he also has some metaphysical skills. He took the Qilinzi's seven-star sword, and Qi Zhi wanted to respect him as the master of the Xuanmen. ”

The man in the seat narrowed his eyes.

He has a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes, and his temperament is gloomy and violent, and the black color only sets off his cold eyes.

He sat on the sandalwood chair, his eyes swept over Yan Xundao, "This waste, has changed its appearance in a few months?" ”

Yan Xundao didn't dare to speak.

"You go back first."

Yan Xundao breathed a sigh of relief, and after saluting respectfully, he turned around and walked out.

When I stood at the door, the wind blew, and my back was cold, and I was already soaked with sweat.

The head of the house is really terrible.

In the hall, Yan Zhong raised his eyes, got up and turned to the back of the lobby.

Press a trap.

The Bogu shelf on the wall automatically divided into two halves, revealing a long passage, and Yan Zhong walked along the passage.

The passage was winding and dark.

Yan Zhong walked the way, and the light suddenly lit up.

But at the end of the road, a lush courtyard appeared.

The courtyard was lit up, and a woman sat on a stone table on the lawn.

She was holding a paintbrush, drawing something.

The eyebrows are exquisite, but there is sorrow locked between the eyebrows, and the sadness in the eyes is so thick that it can't be dissolved.

Yan Chongdi's heart was on fire.

The arm was raised, and the drawing paper in Yan Xizhi's hand flew into his hand.

On the white paper, a man is drawn.

And a chubby kid.

Yan Zhong sneered, his eyes were full of violence, pinching the drawing paper, and the whole thing was torn to pieces.

As soon as the hand was scattered, the pieces of paper were sprinkled all over the ground.

He stepped over on long legs, his right hand pinching the woman's wrist like a pincer, and the other pinching her chin, forcing her to lift her head.

"That wild man is dead, and if you paint again, he won't be able to come back."

The voice was condensed, cold as iron.

Yan Xizhi was shocked by Yan Chong's violent aura, she was trembling uncontrollably all over, thinking of his violent methods in the past, her eyes turned red.

Her body seemed to have formed a fear of Yan Chong, she gritted her teeth and suppressed the feeling of collapse, "Yan Chong, you will be damned." ”

Yan smiled heavily.

He is the head of the Yan family, and he has his own martial arts practice and profound skills.

Look, it's just in his early thirties.

Only those eyes, the ancient well, are unwavering, and unfathomable, can make people feel his age.

"Ah Xi, the waste that Liu Cheng brought home, he was the champion of Jiang Province, not only that, but he also seemed to have learned some Xuanmen Taoism. Could he be the child you gave birth to? ”

The man's voice was cold and faint, and Yan Xi's heart trembled violently.

Never let him know!

She fought hard to protect the child, if he knew, he was afraid that Tao Tao's life would not be guaranteed.

Yan Xizhi's beautiful face overflowed with a sneer, "Yan Chong, don't you know the life and death of that child best?" ”

"What are you doing so angry?" Yan Zhong smiled slightly, "I'm just casually mentioning it." ”

He rolled his eyes, his gaze casually swept over the pieces of drawing paper, and his smile dispersed, "Ah Xi, don't make me angry next time." ”

Yan Xizhi secretly clenched his fists, and when he was full of vigilance, Yan Chong's upper body fell down, and the violent aura enveloped her, kissed her lips forcibly, and pressed her back against the table.