Nalan Ziyun saw that Hexi looked different, but thought that she was guilty, so he immediately slowed down his voice and said coaxingly: "Nalan Hexi, if you still remember your mother's instructions and the friendship between us, you should hand over An Lingyue's relics and let me keep them."
"Don't worry, when I cultivate peerless magic skills and become a grandmaster-level alchemist, you will be the grandmaster's biological sister. You will feel very proud by then, right?"
He Xi was about to speak, but saw the young man who was originally hiding in the corner suddenly pounced towards Nalan Ziyun fiercely.
Nalan Zijun's cultivation was naturally higher than Xiaochi's, but he was so excited at the moment that he didn't pay any attention to his surroundings, and was knocked to the ground by Xiaochi without warning.
His face fell heavily into the mud, and the fishy smell of mud, along with the stench of feces and urine and the sour smell of food rushed into his nose.
There were even a few small bugs that crawled into his nose and kept fluttering deep into his nasal passages.
Nalan Ziyun was so frightened that she screamed repeatedly. She finally stood up and sprayed the bug out of her nose.
He glared angrily at the young man who had just pounced on him.
But the young man had already rushed to He Xi's side, grabbing her sleeve, with an aggrieved and panicked expression.
A broken and inharmonious voice came out of his mouth, "I...sister...I..."
"Be good, Xiaochi!" Hexi gently stroked the boy's face, her voice soft and soothing, "Xiaochi is my only brother, and I only like him. Don't worry, Xiaochi."
The boy immediately quieted down after hearing that. His eyes were filled with happiness and longing. He dropped his hands in front of his chest and acted as obediently as a loyal dog meeting his master.
Watching the boy's almost instinctive movements, like a tamed beast, He Xi sighed in his heart, feeling a surge of sadness.
Then, she looked at Nalan Ziyun, slowly raised the corners of her mouth, and sneered: "Nalan Ziyun, sometimes I can't help but admire your and Nalan Zhengze's shamelessness. You know that you are not An Lingyue's child, and you know that we have no blood relationship, but you always keep talking about your mother's relics in front of me."
"Haha, even if there really is a so-called relic of my mother, Nalan Ziyun, what does this relic have to do with you?"
Nalan Ziyun's eyes suddenly widened, and waves of unspeakable panic surged in his heart.
This time he was really panicked, fear, anxiety, shock and confusion surged up at the same time.
He didn't know where this place was, nor did he know why Nalan Hexi brought him here.
His memory only stayed at that he drugged He Xi. He thought he succeeded, but when he turned around, he saw her smiling face.
Nalan Ziyun thought that He Xi had brought him here to teach him a lesson and vent his anger.
But he never thought that He Xi would want to kill him.
Because Nalan Zijun is Nalan Hexi's biological brother, the closest person to her in this world. Even if Nalan Hexi kills everyone, he can't kill his own brother, right
But at this moment, Nalan Zijun finally panicked.
Nalan Hexi actually suspected that he was not her biological brother. How could this be possible? Didn't my father say that when Nalan Hexi's real brother died, she was only four or five years old and didn't remember anything at all
Nalan Ziyun suppressed the panic in her heart and forced a dry smile, "Sister, what are you talking about? If I'm not your brother, who else could I be?" (To be continued)