Yan Zhiyuan struck hard and pressed the pillow firmly.
Yan Qingyun was suffocated and quickly struggled.
He still raised his hand with difficulty and waved to Su Chong and Su Xiaolu, who were watching this scene with their own eyes. He believed that with their intelligence, Su Chong and Su Xiaolu would be able to understand what he wanted to convey.
Even if Yan Zhiyuan was stupid and unfilial and committed patricide, he still wished he could go back in time and kill his son, but he still had to consider the Yan family's grandchildren.
His death is irreversible, but as long as Yan Zhiyuan handles it nicely and doesn't let anyone see it, everything will be fine.
And Yan Zhiyuan is killing his father. Afterwards, when he calms down, he will definitely think more carefully. People can often burst out amazing ideas in extreme situations. This is something anyone can do, including Yan Zhiyuan.
Su Chong and Su Xiaolu did understand.
Su Chong frowned and looked at Su Xiaolu: "Xiaolu, should we save him or not?"
Su Xiaolu shook his head: "If you don't save him, save him. Let's go and tell the second brother first."
Don't save each other, this is what Yan Qingyun wants, and if they help him, they are actually saving him.
Because they showed up to save Yan Qingyun at this time, Yan Zhiyuan couldn't help himself from doing such a thing.
Yan Qingyun wants to risk his life to protect Yan Zhiyuan. This is his choice. If they really want to save people, they should respect Yan Qingyun's choice.
Su Xiaolu and Su Chong gently closed the tiles and left.
Yan Zhiyuan was so cruel that he sat on the bed and pressed Yan Qingyun tightly until his struggle became smaller and smaller and finally stopped struggling. Yan Zhiyuan did not stop.
He took the pillow and reached out to wipe Yan Qingyun's eyes that refused to close.
He breathed heavily and murmured to himself: "Dad, you can't blame me. You taught me. If you want to blame me, you have to blame yourself. Who asked you to give birth to me?"
Yan Zhiyuan calmed down and wiped the sweat from his face. He stood up and prepared to clean up Yan Qingyun. He had committed patricide, and if he wanted to hold a funeral for Yan Qingyun, no one would be able to find out anything about it.
He still understands this.
But he asked his servants to bring warm water to scrub Yan Qingyun. As he washed, he heard Yan Qingyun open his mouth and take in big breaths.
Yan Zhiyuan was so startled that the basin overturned.
He took several steps back and looked at this scene almost in horror. Why didn't he die? Why didn't he die?
Yan Qingyun stared at Yan Zhiyuan and made a huffing sound. This rebellious son actually killed his father.
After calming down, Yan Qingyun felt desolate again. Why couldn't he die? The pain of suffocation, fainting, and finally waking up from suffocation. His lungs hurt as if they were about to be torn. These signs told him,
He is still alive, living in pain.
"Master, do you need help?"
The movement inside the house alerted the guards outside, and they asked questions.
Yan Zhiyuan immediately said: "No, no one is allowed in."
Yan Qingyun is not dead yet, but he still can't do anything, move or speak.
Yan Zhiyuan boldly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to test his breath.
He's still breathing, he's really not dead.
Yan Zhiyuan also calmed down from his initial fear, and he said displeasedly: "Dad, you have a really long life. You have not eaten or drank for so many days, and you are still alive. My son personally sent you on your way, and you are still willing to leave.
Then don't blame your son for being rude to you, you will have to endure more hardships."
"This is also your fault. If you die once, you won't have to suffer again. Who told you to be so tough? If you can't die once, then you can only suffer again. I can't do it this time. You don't die.
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Yan Zhiyuan showed a ruthless expression, and after speaking, he took the pillow and covered Yan Qingyun's cheeks, mouth and nose again.
This time, he pressed it longer than last time. After Yan Qingyun didn't move, he pressed it for a long time before taking it off.
He tested Yan Qingyun's pulse for a long time, but it turned out that there really was no pulse. This time, everything must be safe.
Yan Zhiyuan sat slumped in front of the bed.
Half an hour later, he recovered and was about to clean up Yan Qingyun, when he found that Yan Qingyun was alive again.
His eyes were angry, as if he wanted to skin him alive.
Yan Zhiyuan was frightened for a moment, but quickly calmed down. He struck once, and then a second time. Was he still afraid of the third time?
So this time, he didn't say a word, just took the pillow and pressed it on Yan Qingyun.
He was afraid that Yan Qingyun was still alive, so he went to get a wet handkerchief, first applied it to Yan Qingyun's mouth and nose, and then pressed it with a pillow.
This time, Yan Qingyun quickly stopped moving.
Yan Zhiyuan didn't dare to come down, but continued to press on.
But when he came down to rest for some time and prepare to clean up Yan Qingyun, he found that Yan Qingyun came to life again.
His eyes were red because of anger.
When he took action for the fourth time, Yan Zhiyuan was no longer calm and his hands were trembling. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself, he still felt that this was abnormal.
Every time he struck, he showed no mercy. Under normal circumstances, Yan Qingyun would never be able to survive. Every time he was completely dead, but every time after a while, he could survive again.
This time, it had been a long time and it was getting dark outside. When the servants came to ask him if he wanted to eat, he yelled at him.
A long time had passed, at least more than an hour. It was impossible for a person to survive without breathing for such a long time. He turned over and sat tremblingly on the edge of the bed, looking at Yan Zhiyuan who was unresponsive without blinking.
He was praying silently in his heart, don't come back to life again, don't come back to life again.
He can do it once, twice or three times, but when he discovers something is wrong, he will feel terrible if he does it again.
The fourth and fifth times, every time, his hands were shaking and his heart was beating like thunder.
He prayed in his heart that Yan Qingyun would not come back to life, but God didn't seem to hear his prayer.
Under Yan Zhiyuan's frightened gaze, Yan Qingyun calmed down again. He still stared at Yan Zhiyuan, his lips slanted and trembling slightly.
He seemed to have many things to say, but nothing could be said at the moment.
"Why - why - who are you, you are not my father, you are not my father -"
Yan Zhiyuan was scared. This time, he didn't dare to take action. How could anyone die and be resurrected again and again?
Yan Zhiyuan stumbled up and ran away as if running for his life.
After Yan Zhiyuan left, the old servant entered the room, looked at the dying Yan Qingyun, sighed softly, silently picked up the basin and handkerchief on the floor, and slowly scrubbed Yan Qingyun.
"Master, why are you bothering? Just put it down and go in peace." The old servant sighed. Yan Zhiyuan didn't go out the whole day after going to court today. It can be said that he tortured Yan Qingyun in the house all day.