Ye Zhiqiu sat at the table, his heart was numb.

On the table, there was a flying pigeon book that he had just received, recording the battle situation in Huashan, and also recording the bad news of Ye Feng and Tang Da.

The speed of the Great Thunder Gate's action was beyond his imagination, and although he had already notified Ma Jing, who was in Xi'an to command the Black Armor Guard, to send someone to pick it up, it seemed that it was still a step too late. Thunderstorm clouds are so ruthless that they want to ambush the explosives in advance. Why was it Ye Feng who fell into ambush, why was it him?

Anyone in this line can have an accident, but he must not have an accident. For him, Ye Zhiqiu used all his strength, Tang Da of the Tang Gate, Zhang Idiot in the capital, Heijiawei in Xi'an, and even Chang Wuyi, the chief arrester of the Criminal Department on the road, all to ensure his safety, but it was he who had an accident.

Ye Zhiqiu felt a little dizzy, the things in front of him rotated a little, he grabbed the delicate silver wine jug and wine glass on the table, drank three glasses in a row, a burning sensation from his throat to his stomach, and then turned into warmth and flowed to his whole body, he felt slightly better, and said to himself: "It's me who underestimated the Great Thunder Gate, I didn't expect it to concentrate all its strength against us so quickly, it was my poor plan that put that kid in danger, and it was I who hurt him." ”

When he said this, there were tears in his eyes, he poured a full wine, drank it all, and continued: "Now that something has happened to him, our years of painstaking planning have been in vain, and I don't know how to report this matter to the Holy Lord, I don't even dare to think about what awaits us?"

As he spoke, he poured another glass of wine, pushed to the seat next to him, turned back to the inner room and asked, "What do you think, senior brother?"

At this time, a person came out of the shadows of the inner room, with a black robe and a black crown, his hands clasped together, and a thick black beard on his face, and the whole person was pitch black, like a black shadow that was already in the shadows, but there was a black knife hanging from his waist, which was so black that it shone brightly, reflecting the sunlight thrown in from the window, as if it had a spirit.

The black-robed man sat down at the table and snorted coldly: "It's you who have to worry about the end, it has nothing to do with me, don't pull me on at every turn." ”

He picked up the silver cup on the table and stared at it for a moment, drank all the wine in the silver cup, bowed his head and did not speak.

Ye Zhiqiu had a mocking look in his eyes: "Senior brother still insists on drinking with a silver cup for so many years, and he still doesn't trust his junior brother." ”

The black-robed man raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said coldly: "I'm just used to it, be careful to make the Ten Thousand Year Ship, besides, no one knows better than me what kind of person you are." ”

Ye Zhiqiu was a little embarrassed and speechless for a while.

The black-robed man paused for a moment and then said slowly: "If you haven't found the body for a day, you can't be sure that something has happened to him." As for the Holy One, you can not rush to report and destroy the plan he has been painstakingly planning for many years, even if you sacrifice all the people of the Great Thunder Gate plus the heads of your entire family, it will not be able to offset your sins. ”

He suddenly rolled his eyes: "I forgot, if your son is dead, you will be left alone in your family, and you will only have one head." ”

Ye Zhiqiu ignored his cynicism and sighed: "If it weren't for the fact that I didn't care about the changes in the capital and went to Huashan to sit in the battle in person, maybe the result would have been different." ”

The black-robed man interrupted him: "Is it useful for you to go? If you are the opponent of that old monster of Lei Potian, why do you have to invite me out of the mountain? Since he is determined to win, he has used all the elites of the Great Thunder Gate, regardless of the cost, whether you go or not, the result is the same." ”

He looked up and saw Ye Zhiqiu's dejected look, and his tone softened: "Don't worry too much, that child is blessed with a great life, and he will never die so easily, you know, he is not only your son, but also my only apprentice." ”

He clenched his hands into fists and said confidently: "Don't forget, there is also that old thing in Dongguo, making such a big noise, he will not be a little prepared, I think he should have acted now." ”

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes lit up: "You mean, Mr. Dongguo?"

The black-robed man nodded: "Only he dares to fight against Gongzi all the time, although no one knows who he is, but you should know his ability, and his purpose is the same as yours in my opinion, so he won't want Feng'er to have an accident." You wait for the news from Huashan, I believe there will be results soon. ”

Ye Zhiqiu nodded helplessly.

The black-robed man ignored him and sat down at the table and poured himself a drink.

Ye Zhiqiu stood up and looked out the window, new shoots were emitted on the branches outside, and an old leaf fell flutteringly, for some reason, on this spring scene, he felt the chill of autumn.

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but think, I hope so.