"Ziyun, you won't die! Father won't let you die, you are father's most beloved son!"
Nalan Ziyun's eyes were full of fear and expectation, he opened his mouth and swallowed the elixir that Nalan Zhengze fed him.
Dad was right, he won't die! He still has great prospects and a bright future.
He wants to take revenge on that vicious woman Nalan Hexi!
He still has so much to do.
Swallowing the elixir into his stomach, the cold that seemed to drain his vitality faded away, and Nalan Ziyun showed a smile of the rest of his life after a catastrophe.
Nalan Zhengze also heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to order someone to come in and carry the young master down for a good rest.
Suddenly, Nalan Ziyun's face twisted.
Immediately afterwards, a bruise filled his cheeks, causing his whole body to twitch and twitch.
"Ziyun...Ziyun!!"
There was obvious panic and fear on Nalan Zhengze's face, he recognized it, this... This is the symptom of the poison he fed to Nalan Ziyun.
However, there is still half an hour before the poison will take effect
This is a deadly poison with blood sealing the throat, and there is no antidote, except for Jiuquling Shendan, there is no cure!
Originally, he never planned to let Nalan Hexi's younger brother survive!
He originally planned to kill An Lingyue's two evils after he got An Lingyue's relic!
But now, this poison wanted to poison his beloved son to death.
"No... I don't want to die! Father, save me... save me... save..."
Nalan Ziyun's hand was tightly pinched into Nalan Zhengze's wrist, desperately wanting to ask for help and speak.
However, a mouthful of blood rushed up, his eyes turned white, and finally his heart stopped beating, and he became a dead body completely.
Nalan Zhengze stared blankly at Nalan Ziyun's staring at him, only to feel a roar in his head.
He stood up abruptly, and frantically rushed towards Hexi, "Bitch, it's you! It's you who killed my son! I want you to pay for it!!"
Nalan Zhengze's spiritual power soared, but his actions were insane, and he didn't even have the magic weapon of the flying sword.
Qingluan snorted contemptuously, took a step forward, and trembled with Nalan Zhengze.
Although Nalan Zhengze is a martial artist in the Golden Core Stage, he has been immersed in Jiji camp and alchemy for many years, so he has no time to improve his cultivation.
And Qingluan is also at the Golden Core stage, but was carefully cultivated in the dark camp of Hades Mansion.
Which is strong and which is weak, you can tell at a glance.
After just a short stick of incense, Nalan Zhengze was knocked down by Qingluan, spitting blood from his mouth, and his face was ashen.
He stared at Hexi fiercely, and yelled hysterically, "Bitch, do you think you can escape from Nalan Mansion? Even if I try my best not to get An Lingyue's relics, I will definitely let you, a bitch!" There is no place to die! I will use your flesh and blood to pay for the life of my son Ziyun!"
As soon as the words were finished, Nalan Zhengze suddenly crushed the distress jade slip.
Qingluan glanced at Hexi, with a solemn expression, and pinched a jade slip in your hand: "Miss, do you want me to invite the master over now?"
Cough... Why do you say that your master is like that, come and go when you call him
He Xi coughed lowly, shook his head and said: "No need, I can feel that the scope of this jade slip is not far away, he should just summon the elders and guards of Nalan Mansion. It's just right, and it will save me from looking for people everywhere Cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots, now it happens to be solved at once!"