Therefore, there is no chance that the old man will get better.
As if thinking of this, Nanfang felt much better, with a disapproving sneer on his lips.
However, the next moment, the smile on his lips suddenly froze.
because……
He saw the old man coughing up a pool of black blood from his throat, and there were countless worms wandering in the blood.
Then, the half-dead old man slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were blank. Maybe he didn't know what the situation was now.
"father?"
The moment Su Yi turned around, she met the old man's confused eyes. She felt happy, and with a powerful palm, she forced the person in front of her back, and quickly arrived in front of the old man.
"Dad, how are you?"
The old man looked at Su Yi without blinking, not even willing to look away for a moment, for fear that what he saw in front of him was just a dream.
If you wake up from the dream, she disappears.
"He's fine."
Feng Ruqing stood up: "He has vomited out everything he has eaten over the years, but his body is still a little weak now and he needs to recover for a while."
"Cough!" The old man coughed again. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and touched Su Yi's face.
Tears streaked down Su Yi's cheeks and fell to the ground.
She reached out, firmly grasped the old man's hand, and placed his hand on her cheek.
The whole street fell silent instantly.
Everyone was silent, but when they looked at the old man who had come back from the dead, their eyes were filled with shock.
"Su..." The old man's throat was hoarse, and it was very difficult for him to say this word.
He had just recovered and was still having difficulty speaking, but his old eyes were already filled with tears.
"Dad, I'm here."
Su Yi's eyes were filled with guilt: "I'm sorry, it was because of my departure that I caused you so much harm. No matter what happens in the future, I will never leave again."
The old man opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when he looked at the daughter in front of him, whom he had longed for for a long time, all his thoughts turned into tears, and his body trembled a little.
Suyi, she's fine...
Very good!
"Master of the house."
Zhao Yi put away the sword in his hand. Seeing that Su Yi still had a bad look on his face, he walked forward slowly and raised his fist respectfully: "Since you are fine now, come with us back to Nan's house."
After saying these words, Zhao Yi raised his hand and was about to pull the old man up from the ground.
The old man didn't know where he got the strength. He waved his hand violently and forced Zhao Yi back a few steps.
"Master?" Zhao Yi looked at the old man with astonishment in his eyes.
"roll!"
The old man had an angry face and spat out this word coldly.
His speech was unclear, but everyone could still feel the anger contained in his voice.
Nanfang's face darkened and turned pale. He clenched his fists tightly on both sides for a while before letting go.
"Come here, in order to prevent my adoptive father from being deceived again, take him back to the Nan family immediately!"
…
The sky was overcast and covered with dark clouds.
The entire Nancheng was filled with a terrifying atmosphere.
Nanxian has fallen from the sky and landed next to Feng Ruqing. His face is cold and as handsome as an immortal.
"Let's see who dares!" The old man forced himself to stand up, his steps staggering a little, and his withered fingers pointed at Nanfang angrily, with anger in his eyes.