Chapter 258 Chapter 261: The nickname is cut with a knife
Chapter 258 261: Nickname Killed with a Knife
"You can seriously injure him and just let him breathe."
"Keeping them here is a nuisance, it's better to kill them all."
"You... just know how to kill, kill, kill. What else can you do besides killing? You have to use your brain!" Mr. Hou was so angry that his brain ached.
"It's easier to have a brain without a single blow!"
"Don't tell me that you can kill with one sword. Do you know that people outside say that you are the God of Killing with one sword..."
"Huh." Yu Zhan snorted coldly.
"Humph? Where are you and Humph?"
The old lady stood at the door and couldn't listen anymore. She walked in and said, "Okay, since everyone is dead, why do you blame him? You don't know Xiao Ye's virtues. The people of Sui Yang are really unlucky."
"It's clear, but what he did was too extreme." The old man sighed.
"Although the method is too radical, it can be regarded as doing something good for the people of Suiyang. Moreover, Xiao Ye took the initiative to use troops to intercept and kill the general of the dynasty. A thorough investigation would be a capital crime. No matter how unfair the Prince Xiao's palace is, he will not be able to overthrow the people of Suiyang City.
Evidence.”
"Mother." Yu Zhan called.
The old lady smiled and nodded: "Okay, okay, I hope you come back safely."
"Just get used to it..."
The old lady's eyes flickered, and the old marquis closed his mouth and blew his beard angrily.
"puff."
Yu Wushuang couldn't help but laugh out loud when she saw the old Marquis being embarrassed, a typical example of a strict wife.
Yu Pinting dislikes Ningmei very much. Didn't the Song family teach her what etiquette is?
Only then did Yu Zhan notice the people around the old lady. His calm eyes suddenly lit up, and joy gradually flowed in his eyes.
"you……"
His big hand pointed at her tremblingly.
"Dad, I am Wushuang." Yu Wushuang stepped forward and stood in front of Yu Zhan with a smile.
Her father is handsome, even though he is over forty years old, he is still handsome. His face looks very resolute, and he has the aura of a strong man all over him.
Even without showing any fear, people can still notice the dangerous aura caused by being on the sofa all year round.
Now that he was covered in blood, the killing force all around him was even more heightened.
He was trembling, and although his eyes were filled with joy, they were thickly bloodshot. She could see that he was tired.
"Wushuang..."
That call made Yu Zhan's accumulated emotions no longer bearable.
The bloodshot eyes were wet with mist.
Memories swirled in his head. In those days, the little person sat on his shoulders and laughed loudly, sat on his lap and read, and taught her to write with a pen...
This is his daughter, his only daughter.
"father."
Yu Wushuang threw herself into his arms, feeling the strong smell of blood coming from her nose and trembling all over his body.
Yu Zhan stiffened his hands and wanted to pat her back. He raised his fingers and suddenly thought that his blood-covered hands fell down after hesitating for a moment.
How could he touch her daughter with these bloody hands?
"Wushuang, dad is dirty, you get up first." His resolute voice became softer.
At this time, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He was standing in front of her covered in blood. Would it scare her?
"Wushuang doesn't dislike daddy."
Yu Wushuang looked up and smiled sweetly, with a hint of redness in her eyes.
Her small hand held Yu Zhan's hand, and she could clearly feel his big hand trembling.
Blood, her hands were stained by those who killed her. She knew the meaning of this best, and was afraid that her blood-stained hands were not worthy of being close to someone who was not stained by the world.
Yu Zhan felt that his throat was trembling and he opened his mouth, but no words came out.
The calloused big hand hesitated for a few moments before he had the courage to hold her little hand tightly, and his eyes were filled with mist.