He Xi nodded and said, "I do."
This simple one-word answer made Nalan Zhengze overjoyed.
This bitch Nalan Hexi has persisted for so many days, but now seeing her younger brother, she finally decided to compromise.
"Since you want to save your brother, then take your mother's belongings and exchange them immediately. As long as you give me all the recipes and treasures left by An Lingyue, I will let him go. How about that?"
Seeing He Xi take a step forward and her maid followed suit, Nalan Zhengze said hurriedly: "Don't even think about taking your brother away from me. I have already given him poison. If it is not detoxified within half an hour, he will die a very ugly death. I know you have some ability to detoxify, but do you want to gamble with the life of your own brother and savior?"
He Xi stopped and raised his lips slightly, saying, "You said he is my brother, is he my brother? How do I know? Did you fabricate another Nalan Zijun to deceive me?"
"Humph, you won't cry until you see the coffin!" Nalan Zhengze sneered, "You don't believe he is your brother? Well, I will show you his true face now! You are twins, a boy and a girl. Although you don't look exactly the same, he is at least 50% similar to you. When you see him, you will know whether I am lying to you or not!"
As he spoke, he quickly took out the key and opened the iron helmet with a click.
The helmet fell to the ground with a "bang", revealing a disheveled face underneath the helmet.
Nalan Zhengze didn't even look at that face, but grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up at Hexi, and laughed: "Nalan Hexi, look carefully, is this your brother? You two bastards were born to that bitch An Lingyue, and you don't look a bit like her. You can recognize him at a glance..."
The face appeared clearly in front of Hexi and Qingluan. Although the face was covered with dirt, the eyebrows, eyes and facial features could still be clearly recognized.
Qing Luan saw the man's face clearly and couldn't help but burst out laughing, "You said this is our young lady's brother? You said this man looks similar to our young lady? Nalan Zhengze, you are not crazy because of gain and loss, are you?"
Nalan Zhengze was stunned and didn't react to what Qingluan meant.
He Xi smiled coldly, and the invisible needle in his hand flew out and pierced into the acupuncture points on the body of the "medicine man".
Suddenly, the "medicine man" cried out in fear with a hoarse voice, "Dad, Dad, it's me! I'm Zijun! Dad, save me!"
"What?!"
When Nalan Zhengze heard the sound, he suddenly loosened his grip, and the person he was holding fell to the ground with a thud.
The already cracked ribs were pierced into the internal organs by this impact, causing a sharp scream.
Nalan Zhengze lowered his head tremblingly and saw the face of his beloved son Nalan Ziyun.
His face at this moment could no longer be described as pale, but rather a deathly dark blue.
Because his lung was punctured by his ribs, blood foam kept gushing out of his mouth, and his breathing through his nose became weaker and weaker, and he was about to die.
"Zijun! Zijun! How could it be you!!"
Nalan Zhengze was trembling all over and wanted to help his son, but the hand he stretched out seemed stiff and frozen, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.
Finally, he fumbled for a healing pill and wanted to feed it into Nalan Ziyun's mouth. (To be continued)