After Feng Huayuan left the center of the Feng family, he came to the place where his youngest son Feng Yuanjie was recuperating. While lowering his head, he thought about Feng Feiyu's safety, and silently blessed him in his heart, he was fine.

It seems that he has completely forgotten that he had just seriously injured Feng Yuanshao.

At this moment, Feng Yuanshao had just woken up from the severe pain, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the figure of his second brother Feng Yuanqi. The eyes were moist, I don't know if it was because of pain or something else.

"Yuanqi!" he cried out weakly as he lay on the bed.

Looking at Feng Yuanshao, who had woken up, Feng Yuanqi, who had been sitting on the side for a long time, breathed a rare sigh of relief. However, in his eyes, there was an imperceptible smell in it.

"Awake?" Feng Yuanqi was a simple two words, which could be regarded as a greeting.

"How long have I been in a coma?" Feng Yuanshao asked, feeling the heart-rending pain on his body, he secretly scolded Feng Huayuan completely in his heart.

"Not long after!" Feng Yuanqi furrowed his brows and said with a smile: "It's really not long, just a while! Of course, this is also because I gave you the best pain relief pill!"

"That's it!" Feng Yuanqi said, placing an empty bottle beside Feng Yuanshao.

Turning around with difficulty, he shook his hand and grabbed it a few times, before he finally held the bottle in his hand, and a heart-wrenching pain came out of his body again.

Although the bottle was empty, the medicinal fragrance that had not dissipated for a long time at the mouth of the bottle also made him feel that the pain on his body had healed a lot in an instant.

And Feng Yuanqi, who was standing on the side, looking at Feng Yuanshao and constantly smiling, also had a smile on the corner of his mouth, but said coldly in his heart: "You are finally awake, the position of the old guy in the future will have to be inherited by you, if you die early, there will be no play for me!"

"Second brother, I ......" Feng Yuanshao was speechless, not knowing how to express his gratitude to Feng Yuanqi in his heart.

"Big brother, don't say anything like thanks, if you recover and take the position of the head of the family, you still hope to be able to give the second brother a share of my family land, just don't drive me out!"

"Second brother, what are these words?" Feng Yuanshao was furious, raised his eyebrows and said: "When I get this position, whether it is the old guy or the little guy from the third family, I will have to die!"

"The person who dares to beat me has not been in this life! This old guy is simply getting more and more confused, and when I have one day, sooner or later I will have to repay him for today's pain, a thousand times and a hundred times!"

"As for that kid from the third family, hum ......!" Feng Yuanshao said, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and under the cover of a deep smile, there was an extremely ugly heart.

Originally, he was the heir of the next generation of the Feng family, which was beyond doubt, but after Feng Feiyu was born, his status was inferior to that of a dog.

What's even more hateful is that Feng Huayuan, who has always been good to him, now treats him like he is ignoring him.

His son Feng Yuanshao is also excellent, at a young age, he has already broken through the peak period, but on the contrary, Feng Feiyu, a demon-level child, was born out of thin air, and directly robbed the scenery of the eldest grandson of the Feng family.

These, how can he not be angry?

Feng Yuanqi looked at Feng Yuanshao's smile, the corners of his mouth were also cold, and he glanced at each other, and then there was a long, leisurely, and somewhat playful smile.

............

"My son, is there no news yet?" Feng Yuanjie's face turned pale, as if he had fallen into a noodle urn.

At this moment, he was struggling and looked at Feng Huayuan who was standing in front of him.

"At present, there is no news!" Feng Huayuan said, a long sigh came out, he looked at his palms helplessly, clenched his fists tightly and said: "I have no strength, but I don't know how to find it!"

"Hate, I hate me for being useless!" he said, his body trembling, but he could only tremble here, there was no way to help find Feng Feiyu.

I don't know why, the feeling he gave him this time was not at all different from the past, and I don't know if it was because of the appearance of Duguyun, or because some secret thing gradually emerged, which made Feng Huayuan's heart at this moment have mixed feelings.

Feng Yuanjie was lying on the bed, thinking about the plot when Feng Feiyu was there, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Son, I think there are some things that I have to tell you!" Feng Huayuan looked serious, looked at Feng Yuanjie with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and spoke with guilt.

"Oh?" Feng Yuanjie raised his voice and said, "Dare to ask my father, what is it that can make you feel so guilty, you are already so guilty that it is difficult to speak?"

"Hmm!" Feng Huayuan nodded with difficulty, and there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

Seeing Feng Huayuan nodding, Feng Yuanjie only felt that his heart was becoming more and more blocked, like a boulder pressing on it.

In an instant, the two chose to be silent at the same time, not because they didn't know what to say, but because they didn't know how to say it.

"Ahem!" Feng Huayuan coughed, looked at him and said, "Do you know who Duguyun is?"

"Who else can be the head of the Dugu family!" Feng Yuanjie replied with a smile, a touch of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly in his heart: "Whether you are Dugu or lonely, my son Feiyu will definitely be able to kill you!"

I don't know where the confidence came from, so that he always firmly believes that Feng Feiyu will definitely come back safely.

"If it's just a simple Dugu family head, then I won't tell you about it here!" Feng Huayuan glanced at him and sneered: "Do you know that in the early years, you once dominated the four masters of the entire Eastern Regions?"

"Four Masters of the Eastern Regions, I remember, you seem to have told me about it!" Feng Yuanjie carefully flipped through his childhood memories, and after a long time, his eyes came back from the ethereal state, and said indifferently: "Isn't it just - spirit, cloud, life, and source!"

"But what does this have to do with what you said?" he asked, but at the moment he said the question, his pupils suddenly contracted directly, and the confidence he had just mentioned was once again sluggish.

"Could it be that Yun, one of the four masters, is Duguyun?" Feng Yuanjie said, hurriedly asking.

"Well, that's exactly the case!" Feng Huayuan smiled meaningfully: "The other three heroes are: Huangfu Ling, Mo Cangsheng, and Feng Huayuan!"

"You?" the boss with his eyes wide open, looking at the old man in front of him in disbelief, he really couldn't imagine that one of the four heroes who had been praised by the Eastern Regions for half a century was actually his father.

"Am I not worthy?" Feng Huayuan said.