Because your conversation with Aunt Liu was delayed for some time, Nezha's time was very tight next.

However, because he already had a goal at this time and knew where he was going to - Qiandao Lake, Nezha's inner burden relaxed and accelerated a lot.

As Nezha guessed, at this time, the Qian Mansion was already in chaos, and when he saw the scene of his son's death, the Lord of the Qian Mansion only felt that his scalp was exploding, his blood was surging, and he lost all his sanity.

Seeing his son's corpse, he only felt that the whole sky had fallen, and the foundation he had worked hard for all his life seemed to have become a joke.

He's gone crazy and he's sworn he's going to get revenge!

He stabbed his son to death on the spot that night!

"Check, check for me, who killed my son!" Looking at the few people who died under his feet, he was still puzzled, at this time his eyes were red, his face was pale, and his body was full of cold murderous intent.

"Master, it's that Nezha ......" Tsing Yi, who returned at this time, came to the master of Qianfu and whispered.

"Nezha, how is it possible?!" Master Qianfu's face was gloomy as water, but thinking that his cronies never said anything that he was sure of, he believed three points in his heart.

But Nezha's previous impression was too impressive, and no one could have imagined that a person who could just cultivate could actually kill a full-fledged warrior.

Although his son is not serious about cultivation and is idle all day long, his own strength is not too bad. Not to mention one Nezha, even two, three, four Nezha, it is estimated that it will be difficult to kill his son!

But after all, he is also a gloomy person, and his face has become even more ugly because of what his cronies Tsing Yi said.

"How do you know this?Is the news accurate?!" The old man of Qian Fu stared at Tsing Yi's face, motionless, as if he wanted to see something.

Tsing Yi felt that his scalp was numb, and he was quite jealous of his master, and his lord, although he looked like a rich man on the outside, as his cronies, he naturally knew his master's cultivation, and he used the strength of this three-star samurai!

Feeling the murderous intent on her Qian Mansion's master, Tsing Yi's words that she originally planned to say were swallowed back into her stomach in an instant, because at this time she realized that after losing her only child, her master had become crazy at this time, and she couldn't push it with common sense at all, if her master knew that he let go of that Nezha, no matter what the reason, I am afraid that she would not have a good result!

Such a thought turned around in his heart, and soon a new excuse was instantly generated, and Tsing Yi said quietly: "Although the young master is a little stubborn on weekdays, he has not offended the real powerhouse, or other families, it is impossible for anyone to risk death to attack and kill the young master, and the young master has rarely gone out recently, let alone offended others, so there is only that Nezha......"

"Nezha, Nezha, what a Nezha!!" The gloomy and cold voice came out from between the lips and teeth of the old man of Qianfu, full of hatred: "Did you arrange someone to monitor that Nezha today?!"

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Come, but I've left another person there to watch. Tsing Yi breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he had changed his tone, looking at the blood all over the ground and the dead servants, a little bit of happiness in his heart also turned into fear, trying to make his tone sound normal.

But fortunately, Master Qian Fu trusted him very much, and he didn't expect him to lie about this matter.

"Bring someone over, I want to ask in person!" The old man of the Qian Mansion was murderous, and stroked the bloody long sword in his hand: "It's here, it's in this room!"

"Yes......" Tsing Yi replied respectfully, and at the same time sighed in his heart for the unlucky servant, you think you are unlucky......

Soon, a thin man with a blue nose and swollen face was brought up, it was obvious that this man had been well taken care of before he arrived, and you were embarrassed, with a decadent face and fear.

"Say, did Nezha leave his place today?!" said the old man of the Qian Mansion with his palms exposed, and his eyes stared at the servant viciously.

"Old ...... Master...... Master spare my life, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, master spare my life!"

"Say!" Master Qianfu's face became even more gloomy.

"I ...... I don't know, I really don't know...... Master, please spare me once...... "Because of fear, this servant can't even speak, he is also a two-star martial artist, and his status in the mansion is not too low, but in the face of the angry Lord Qianfu, he has no idea of resisting, just keeps begging for mercy.

"I don't know?!How can you tell me I don't know?!" The old man of the Qian Mansion's already angry and gloomy face instantly became distorted: "My Qian Mansion spent a lot of money to support you, and at this time you actually told me that you don't know, you can't look at a waste, what's the use of keeping you?!"

"You said to spare your life, then who can spare my son's life?!" The sword in the hand of the old man of Qian Fu was raised, and the other party trembled and said: "My whole family has been passed down for generations and generations, and it was destroyed in my hands, since it is useless to ask you, then you can give me death!!

Tsing Yi felt the murderous intent on the old man of the Qian Mansion, his expression was awe-inspiring, his scalp was numb, and he didn't dare to move.

After the old man Qian Fu finished speaking, the sword light in his hand flashed, and it penetrated into the heart of the servant's chest like lightning, and the servant didn't even scream, with boundless fear on his face, his body fell to the ground as soon as he stood, and after a few convulsions, he was silent.

"I want results, say!" After the old man of the Qian Mansion killed this person, as if he had done something insignificant, he took a step back and sat back in his chair.

If he had been trying to buy people's hearts, he would not have killed him. But his son is his rebel scale, and his own son is gone, so what's the use of buying people's hearts? These people can't even protect their own sons, so what's the use of keeping them?!

Everyone in the room was suddenly silent, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

Hearing the gloomy inquiry of the old man of the Qian Mansion, another warrior who had arrived with the servant who had just died glanced at Tsing Yi, but saw that the other party was silent, so he had to take a step forward and bow down.