He Yidao stood in the somewhat dim room, looking at the man sitting cross-legged on the bed, his voice cold, making it difficult to hear what he was thinking.
However, it seemed that he was a little unhappy.
The man did not hide it. He raised his head and looked into He Yidao's eyes, nodded and said, "I'm sorry."
He Yidao said: "It's not me you're sorry for."
The man is silent.
"Then why did you insist on asking me to save you last night? You know that if I come to save you, it means that the Yan family will be wiped out!"
The man said something simple and irrefutable, "I want to live."
This may be a reason, because everyone wants to live, and there is nothing wrong with wanting to live.
He Yidao said: "Even if you are caught, you may not die, right?"
The man shook his head, as if denying, "You don't understand."
He Yidao's face was expressionless, and his voice became colder and colder, "I don't need to understand."
The man was not afraid. He still opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him with murderous intent. He was not timid.
"No, you need it." His voice was so determined.
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Today's morning light fell on the plum forest, and it was as quiet as ever, but on that path, there was a trace of dried blood left.
The body disappeared for some unknown reason, but the remaining blood stains still showed that something bad did happen last night.
He Yidao walked out of the room in the plum grove. He walked among the plum groves, and the sunlight filtered through the plum branches, and mottled light spots fell on the ground. He looked carefully at the place of plum grove, and felt that it was really a good place.
Especially when the plum trees are in bloom, this place should be more beautiful.
His expression remained unchanged, but what changed the most was his eyes, which were full of complexity because he didn't kill the man in the room.
Although he wanted to kill him.
The man said something to him.
So they made some agreements.
For example, the man agreed that the bodies of Yanshan and Yanwen could be buried in the plum forest.
There are also some agreements, such as Wang Jinhua's matter, and some agreements that He Yidao will need in the future.
The man also said something important, and because of that, He Yidao didn't kill him.
As the man said, he cannot die yet.
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The sunshine is very good today. It is not burning on the body, but is very warm and comfortable.
The temperature has begun to drop now. After all, autumn is here and winter is not far away.
In a simple and elegant room.
A man was sitting at the desk next to the bookshelf, shaking all over. There was no anger in his eyes, only fear.
I don't know what made him afraid like this.
He was wearing black clothes. Now the black clothes had layers of wrinkles and looked a little damp. If I guessed correctly, this clothes had been wet with cold sweat.
The man's face was haggard, his hair was unkempt, and he looked very messy, making him look very embarrassed.
The sun at noon tries its best to bring some warmth to the world at this time, so the sun at noon is a little hot.
In the room, the man sat at the desk until noon. His two eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, but his body gradually calmed down and stopped shaking.
His name is Liu Ming, and he is now the leader of the "Bloodline" organization, but his appearance before was as if he was frightened by something.
"Flying knife..." When Liu Ming thought of these two words, it was as if he had thought of something extremely terrifying, with a look of horror on his face and his pupils constricted!
That is the fear of death!
There are very few people who can remain calm and calm in the face of death, and very few people who are not afraid of death. Obviously, Liu Ming is not such a person.
"Come here! Come here..." Liu Ming suddenly said angrily. He picked up the books on the table and threw them to the ground. He then picked up the porcelain bottle at the foot of the table and threw it to the ground angrily!
"Pah! Pah! Pah..."
The sound of breaking porcelain could be heard in the room.
Some people always use anger to cover up fear, and excessive mental stress also needs to be vented.
"Go, send out all the innate masters of the 'Bloodline'. Whoever can kill him, I will set him free!" Liu Ming shouted.
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"Sir, my son died in Puyuan." Wang Zhihai looked sad and his eyes were full of sorrow.
The man sat on the bed, coughed several times, waited for a while, and then said, "He didn't listen to what I told him."
Wang Zhihai was even more sad. He knew exactly what the man meant. It was precisely because of this that his son did not escape this disaster.
However, in his eyes, the deep sadness concealed an indescribable sadness.
The man sitting on the bed closed his eyes and said, "The Merlin here belongs to the man in the palace, right?"
Wang Zhihai didn't know why, but he still said respectfully: "It's from the official family."
The man said: "I will edit a letter later, and you can help me deliver the letter to the person in the palace."
Wang Zhihai did not refuse, nor did he ask why the man knew that he had a way to bring the letter to the person in the palace. Instead, what made him more concerned was that this mysterious man actually knew the official in the palace!
It sounds like it’s more than just acquaintance!
In Bianjing City, who has the most power? Of course it is the officials! Even now, I don't dare to be presumptuous in front of the officials.
Wang Zhihai lowered his head even further, "Yes."
The man opened his eyes, looked deeply at the man in front of him who was saluting him, and said with some meaning: "Don't do stupid things."
Wang Zhihai was shocked. He naturally knew what the man was talking about.
"Yes." Wang Zhihai agreed simply.
"Arrange for the ancestors and grandsons of the Yan family to be buried here." The man then ordered.
Just as Wang Zhihai was about to ask something, he suddenly thought of the letter the man mentioned, and he roughly understood something.
Wang Zhihai said: "I will make good arrangements."
Wang Zhihai left the room, and he felt more and more mysterious about the man in the room.
And today he got a very important news.
The man met the steward of the palace.
This doesn't seem to be good news, because it will only make Wang Zhihai more fearful.
If he understood correctly, the man's words today were threatening him or warning him.
He didn't have a son anymore, so he didn't care about this anymore and wanted to continue with his plan, but this morning he got good news.
One of his concubines is pregnant.
What he is thinking now is: Is that child a boy or a girl?