Chapter 890: So he died!

To those shallow eyes and pale faces, I just felt that the wind of autumn seemed to be mixed with the smell of ice and snow, which made me shivering.
Then, the thin man slowly walked up the steps. Each step of him was slow, but each step was stable. Although he held a handkerchief in his pale hands, he coughed gently while covering his mouth. But the pace was firmer and more calm than ever before.
As if, you will have it!
When he came to us, Xue Yan's face was as pale as he was, and he looked at him with unbelievably wide eyes: "Yan Qinghan ?!"
Standing in front of us was the pale face, white clothes, and even the thin fingertips were wrapped in white bandages. The whole man was like an ice sculpture, and he was originally escorted by the ashes of the spirit consciousness The Yan Family Son of Xishan-Yan Qinghan!
Now he actually appeared in front of us again!
I just felt that my breathing was quick, but I was lucky and didn't lose my mind immediately, but Xue Yan was obviously messed up. She strode to the front of Yan Qinghan with a long stick and looked at the carriage under Changjie. , And looked at his smiling eyes again, frowning: "Aren't you supposed to worship your father's spirit in Xishan, what are you doing back now, you—" She paused, and suddenly thought: " It's you?!"
Yan Qinghan still smiled: "Sister-in-law, one day is gone."
Xue Yan didn't seem to believe his guess, and stared at him with wide eyes: "Is it you ?!"
"Why are you so surprised?"
"You, why are you doing this ?!"
"Why not, cough-" He said, while lowering his head and covering his mouth with a handkerchief, he coughed twice, then raised his head, and his pale cheeks became a little sickly red because of the cough, but His clear eyes were astonishingly bright, and he smiled calmly: "I just want to see that the owner of the Yan family is not enough to be the owner."
"..."
"But now, it seems-but that's it."
He slowly walked in front of Yan Qingchen, looking down at the owner of the Yan family who had been sitting in a wheelchair, silently, and said slowly: "Too disappointing me."
"Yan-Qing-Han!" Xue Yan gritted his teeth and shouted his name word by word. His eyes were almost bloodshot and red: "You are so brave, I have let you take your father's spirit back to his face. The home is worshipped, and your father ’s spirit has entered the ancestral temple. What else do you want? Do you want to rebel? "
"rebel?"
Yan Qinghan raised her slender and delicate eyebrows, and looked at her with a funny smile: "Daughter, don't you think it's funny to say these two words?"
"..."
"You seem to have forgotten me, my surname is Yan."
As a "foreign surname" Xue Xie was stumped by this sentence, his face was red and white for a while, but he didn't know how to deal with it for a while, but Yan Qingchen said gently, "So what?"
Yan Qinghan turned to look at him.
"Your surname is Yan," Yan Qingchen looked at him lightly. "So, what do you want?"
I saw Yan Qinghan's pale and thin cheeks showing traces of severe gritting, but what he said was still calm and smiling, but it made everyone shiver--
"So, I want to get back what belongs to me."
...
When he finished this sentence, there was almost a moment of emptyness in the entire Xitang.
All of them didn't open their mouths, and even their breathing and heartbeat were completely still. A gust of wind blew into the open hall of the door, blowing the gorgeous red silk under the eaves, and it made the moment quiet and even. A trace of breath.
I heard someone sighing very lightly.
There is no time to turn back, and there is no chance to turn back. In this almost suffocating void and silence, the guards around Xitang obviously noticed that they were wrong, and they hurriedly pulled out their knives and sheaths, setting out a guard formation. The center of Xitang contracted, but when they just pulled out the knife, suddenly, there was a scream of heartbreaking far behind Xitang.
That wasn't a scream from one person, but a sorrow from many people at almost the same time. The sound seemed to be far away, because the walls surrounding it were so close, because it was at the Yan family!
After Xitang, Yan's inner house!
All the people in Xitang froze.
No one moved, but everyone could hear it clearly. That terrible call penetrated the layers of the wall and almost rang through the clouds. We couldn't see anything, but it seemed that the blade of the blade had penetrated the flesh. Hot blood sprayed out, stained the walls and the eaves, and every single life became a cold and stiff body, and fell in the middle of those red satin.
I clenched my fist subconsciously, only to feel that my palm was full of cold sweat.
The terrible cry slowly subsided in our tight breath ...
And I dare not imagine what kind of tragic situation the Yan family ’s inner house is now. I only see the guards with swords in their hands. They can neither rush over to save people, nor can they do anything here. Only Able to bear it all, several people's faces have become as pale as blood loss.
When they turned to look at Yan Qinghan again, the eyes seemed to be looking at an evil spirit coming out of the depths of hell!
Because no one can think of him, he will start from the Yan family house!
In the place where he was evicted since he was young, even the threshold of the Yan family ’s inner house could not be reached, even if the Yan family ’s guards would be wary of someone messing up today, they could only think of the protection on the Xitang, but they would never think of it. Start killing from Yan's inner house!
Finally, the screams stopped completely.
The entire Yan family's inner house revealed a deadly atmosphere like a grave.
And then, the smell with wickedness slowly diffused and almost immediately surrounded the entire Xitang. The flying red satin here, the burning candle, became another kind of Form of blood.
Everyone understands that this Xitang is surrounded.
At this moment, Xue Yan couldn't hold back his furious emotions, and holding on to the dragon's staff, he would wave towards Yan Qinghan, and yelled, "You are not a grandson!"
Seeing her fascination with the dragon's cane is more than the three canes that hit me under the court at the beginning. If it really hit Yan Qinghan, I'm afraid the sick person will die. If you can't hold it, you will be violent. I hurried forward a few steps and stopped her by hugging her waist: "Old lady, stop!"
"Give me away, get out!" She struggled desperately, scolding: "I want to kill this filial piety!"
She wielded the dragon's staff, and she almost wiped it from Yan Qinghan's side several times. I could only use her best to stop her. Yan Qingchen watched beside her, and faintly winked at some girls. A few girl-in-laws were so frightened that they couldn't handle it anymore, but they hurried forward and stopped Xue Ye for me.
She was panting, her face was pale, and Yan Qinghan was pale as well. Compared with her anger, she was always calm and indifferent. She just covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and coughed twice.
After all, those aunts calmed Xue Yan, and I stood up straight, panting, and turned to look at Yan Qinghan, my eyes hardened.
He looked at me with a smile: "Lightness, you don't seem surprised at all."
"..."
"Did you know that already?"
"..."
Xue Xie looked at me in surprise, "What did he say?"
I was silent for a long while and said gently, "I'm not as amazing as you said."
"..."
"Although I should have known it earlier, after all—" I walked in front of him, watching his slightly red-chucked cheek, and said word by word: "From the beginning, you already told the answer Me. "
"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows with interest. "When did I tell you?"
"Official way, outside the gazebo."
At this point, Liu Qinghan and Wen Fengxi, who were standing aside, were obviously shocked, and looked at me inconceivably.
I said calmly, "At that time, you used this carriage to pick me up, and you asked your subordinates to tell me that it was‘ Nishikawa Yanko
to pick me up. '
There was almost a smile on the corner of his slightly curved eyes.
"Actually, you can use the name of anyone I trust, Anjia, Tangjia, Tiejia, whatever, it makes me less wary than this" Xichuan Yangongzi ", but you just told the truth . "
"..."
"Because you have been ordained."
"..."
"You can't slang, so you picked me up as‘ Nishikawa Nanako ’, because you were originally Nishikawa Nanako.

There was still a faint smile on his face, but there was a bit of cold light in the smiley lines in his eyes.
"Actually, I know how much you hate the Yan family. You probably hate everything that the Yan family gives you. But at this point, you have never violated the commandments that you had received. I think it is because, Do you want to live? Your disease medicine has no effect and you ca n’t heal. You want to live, so you are all pinned on the Buddha, right? "
He paused for a moment, and seemed somewhat resistant to what I had just said, but his eyes flashed for a long time, but he did not openly refute me, but smiled coldly: "Hate?"
"..."
"Why do I say I hate it?"
"Of course, until then, it was just guessing. But now, you prove it yourself."
I said, his eyes were gradually outrageous, looking at his eyes like a blade, and he seemed to be unable to bear the cool breeze passing through Xitang at this moment. He took a step back and coughed with a handkerchief. Twice.
Immediately, someone outside him walked over and pushed the outer door gently together.
With two dumb long chants, Xitang slowly fell into a kind of dim light, and his smile was also cold and stiff in such a dark environment.
He laughed: "No wonder my father advised me not to mess around."
"..."
"Because you have returned to Xichuan, he told me that I may not be able to count you."
When his smile slowly floated, my face slowly grew like ice, and looked at him coldly: "Unfortunately, you didn't listen to the second uncle."
"..."
"Not only did you not listen to him, you have to continue to do it."
"..."
"So, you worry that he will be your obstacle because the second uncle will not allow his son to do evil."
"..."
"You worry he will tell me everything about you."
"..."
"So he's dead!"