"Father, don't worry, I will find a good coffin for you and bury you in the most precious soil in Luohua City. Even if you die, you can still command the heroes on the Huangquan Road." Yan Shibing smiled.
He laughed and said, "If you don't like sweet wine, I will pour a pot of strong wine in front of your grave and burn all the coins for you."
Yan Shicheng's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth, revealing his true colors, "You're a picky white-eyed wolf, have you not been good enough to me as a father all these years? If you weren't a father, you would have died long ago. How could you be here today? Why do you think you got in?"
The Yan family is respected and has the supreme status because of me. Your father is only me. If I die, your fate will not be much better."
Yan Shicheng gritted his teeth, his eyes were terrifyingly scarlet, and his eyeballs were filled with bloodshot eyes.
The flames burned his wounds, and the blood and flesh ached.
Yan Shicheng's body was shaking non-stop, and during the struggle he tore four nail wounds. The pain was so painful that he almost suffocated and couldn't breathe.
"A dying person talks a bit too much, I can understand that."
Yan Shibing sat cross-legged on the ground. Two guards came over with wine and vegetables and placed them in front of Yan Shibing.
Yan Shibing moved gracefully and methodically poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip and said: "Father? My father has died by your sword a long time ago. You were born incompetent, so you have to use blood and other people's lives to cover up this fact.
You think you are smart, but you don’t know that my grandfather has already had murderous intentions towards you and Yan Houyong. However, you are just a scapegoat and were plotted by Yan Houyong. You are really stupid, how can the Yan family leave it to you?"
Yan Shibing stopped, without even looking at Yan Shicheng. He picked up his chopsticks, put the vegetables into the bowl, "After you die, if Yan Houyong is disobedient and good at calculations, Ye Qingge will kill him."
, you think Ye Qingge is your enemy, you are wrong. Ye Qingge and Grandpa used each other. The two of them played a big game of chess. You are just a pawn that is about to perish. In the future, the head of the Yan family will
It will be Yan Xiaowu, and Yan Houyong will inevitably die.
Grandpa and Ye Qingge are both cultivating Yan Xiaowu, can't you see it? The changes in the three major aristocratic families and the city lord's mansion in Luohua City, as well as the Qin family's preparations and secret preparations, even the Mercenary Association
Everyone has a hand in it. The city is about to be reshuffled and the situation will change drastically. This concerns the whole world. You are a frog in the well, but you still care about who is in charge of the Yan family. You say, you are so stupid, how could my grandfather give you the power?
?”
Yan Shicheng's eyes widened. When he heard Yan Shibing say this, he suddenly realized it, as if he was waking up from a dream.
It turns out that everyone is plotting against him, and he is the one who deserves to die the most.
Grandpa and Ye Qingge played such a big game of chess.
Yan Shibing stood up, poured a glass of wine for Yan Shicheng, and fed it to Yan Shicheng.
Yan Shicheng clenched his teeth tightly and refused to drink.
Yan Shibing grabbed his jaw, forced Yan Shicheng to open his mouth, and poured a mouthful of strong wine down his throat.
Yan Shibing wiped the wine on his hands, threw the wine glass casually, and walked out of the ring of fire.
With his back to Yan Shicheng, a guard came over and saluted respectfully: "Master, it's time for execution."
"Then let's carry out the execution." Yan Shibing said.
"Yan Shibing, I am your father! You can't do this!" Yan Shicheng was extremely frightened and panicked, and his pupils reflected the sky full of fire.
The two execution guards gradually approached Yan Shicheng. Yan Shicheng was afraid of going into the abyss and felt that his internal organs were about to explode.
He was extremely frightened.
Yan Shicheng's voice was trembling, "Son, good son, there must be some misunderstanding between us. Please rescue my father quickly."
Yan Shibing remained indifferent.
He closed his eyes and smiled.
Yan Shicheng deserves what he deserves and takes the blame on himself.
The guard lit the flame on the cross, and the fire was about to explode, like a scourge, swallowing up Yan Shicheng's entire body in an instant.
In the center of the fire, Yan Shicheng struggled to escape to no avail.
Within the fire, Yan Shicheng's low roar of pain could be heard.
When Yan Shibing turned around, there was no one on the cross, only a pile of ashes.
Yan Shibing flicked the ashes off his clothes and stepped out of the fire prison.
What is the meaning of life next?
The moment Yan Shicheng died, he actually felt empty and lonely.
Without strong enemies, there is no passion.
Yan Shibing walked out of the fire prison and walked on the road leading to Orchid Courtyard.
In the pavilion, Qing Ge was sitting in the pavilion drinking, and Yan Shibing stopped and looked at her.
Qing Ge curled her lips and smiled, shaking the wine bottle in her hand, "Want a sip?"
Yan Shibing sat at the table and took a sip of wine, "With Yan Houyong's temperament, he will not show mercy to you, but from the moment you and grandpa decided to cultivate Yan Xiaowu, Yan Houyong was already a dead man, oh
, No, to be precise, it should be from the moment Yan Houyong killed Yan Xiaowu’s mother.”
"Smart man." He sang softly.
She underestimated Yan Shibing.
Yan Shibing is a very transparent person, he sees things most clearly and has an overall view.
It's a pity that the blood of the Yan family does not flow in his body, otherwise the grandfather would consider him.
"Don't you have any ambition?" Qingge asked.
"Ambition? Of course I have it. I am ambitious in all directions. I will take my beloved girl with me and ride the wildest horse all over the world. Unfortunately, the girl died and the horse lost weight." Yan Shibing said helplessly.
"What's your next plan?" Qingge asked.
"Qingge, I have no relatives, can you call me brother..."
Qingge suddenly looked up at Yan Shibing, put down the wine glass, and laughed.
Yan Shibing drank heavily.
In the end, Qing Ge still didn’t shout.
Yan Shibing was lying in the pavilion.
He wanted to see the stars in the sky at night, but he thought the ceiling of the pavilion was an eyesore, so he lifted the ceiling.
So, it's much more spacious.
At this time, Yan Shibing's eyes were filled with stars and moon.
Qing Ge was drinking wine, and there was an alchemy book on the table.
She read it carefully, turning page after page.
Qingge rubbed her forehead and continued reading despite her headache.
Yan Shibing's voice came from the side, "There will be no peace on the hunting ground. All forces are ready to take action. Everyone can't wait. I don't know who will snatch the blood-slaying knife. Many people should die on the hunting ground. City Lord
He wants to catch them all in one fell swoop, so that the main palace of Luohua City will be the only one in the future. Not only that, but the whole world is under his plan. Although Luohua City is the king of the four-star continent, after Jialan was destroyed, the four-star and five major forces restricted each other.
, the City Lord’s Mansion is cooperating with the Vampire Clan and communicating with Netherworld Island. If the Four Star Palace learns about it, I’m afraid it will be too late.”
"Four-star palace?" Qing Ge frowned.
"The people who manage the Four-Star Continent are considered the King's Domain of the Four-Star Continent. Netherworld Island and the Blood Clan are not considered real humans." Yan Shibingdao.
"The Four Star Palace should be under the control of the guardians of the Nine Realms. There is such a force in each plane." In the spiritual world, Yan said.
Qingge pursed her lips, it was because she was ignorant.
Four Star Palace...
It turns out that there is such a ruler on this continent.
Singing softly and eyes deep.
If this is the case, then her calculations must be carefully considered.