Chapter 1670: 1670: Receiving Nansheng and Killing An An (Seventy-eight)

Chapter 1670 Chapter 1670: Receiving Nansheng, Killing An An (seventy-eight)
Opportunities are fleeting.
Now or never.
The deity of Hua Yuan took a chance to be awake for a while, taking advantage of the student's death. He had wanted to commit suicide by himself, and he had already reached a hundred, but never thought he would be blocked by the crowd. How could he be so powerful against so many people? After some scramble, all the swords in his hands were taken away, and the mouth biting his tongue to kill himself was also blocked by his mouth. It was only futile to exhaust his strength, but he made himself embarrassed, and his heart was very sad.
He knew what it meant by "survival, not death."
Hua Yuan just wanted to die. Why did everyone make it look like he wanted their lives, so hard one by one?
After a stalemate, Hua Yuan was exhausted, his hands and feet were so weak that he could breathe with only one mouth left.
Others saw that he had no energy to die again and secretly relieved.
Although they do not like Huayuan very much, if Huayuan is dead, it is equivalent to let An An break his arm, and their interests are tied to An An again. In short, to keep Huayuan is to protect their own interests, naturally they must be blocked.
"You, you are unreasonable!"
Huayuan was dizzy and swollen, and a burst of hypoxia-like dizziness and nausea burst into his heart.
This feeling is too familiar.
Before losing consciousness, Hua Yuan felt a pair of scarlet and cloudy eyes opened in the darkness, and the owner of these eyes looked at him coldly. No sadness, no joy, no surprise, no anger, but Hua Yuan has the illusion of being noticed by Jiuyou Hell. No, maybe it's not an illusion.
The owner of these eyes, really going crazy will drag people into hell!
Hua Yuan's heart trembled, and his sweaty hair could not help but protest. He knew that "that person" was about to wake up!
"The military division passed out!"
I don't know who shouted, everyone found that Hua Yuan was pale and closed his eyes backwards.
That looks more like a corpse than the corpse on the couch.
Everyone was a tadpole, calling in Huayuan's ears, and sending someone to call a doctor ...
After tossing down, all of them were sweating, as if running a few kilometers carrying a hundred-pound sandbag.
Huang Tian did not bear hard work, their efforts were useful. Before the doctor arrived, Hua Yuan woke up and opened his eyes.
Humanely, "Military division, the situation is now in crisis, and military divisions still need to devote themselves to planning. Why should military divisions abandon their principals for the sake of masters?"
The old man who had been furious to kill Xichang Emperor Ji also calmed down and said two soft words, but did not continue to fight and kill.
They sincerely persuaded Hua Yuan to dispel death, but the parties showed the eyes of "Are you all pigs?"
"Nothing!" Hua Yuan stood up with her soft legs and found a sticky liquid around her neck. She raised her hand and wiped it to her eyes. It was dazzling red blood, and he roused sarcastically. Lip corner, indifferently said, "Just as soon as the young master died, let ’s wait for the funeral and send someone to the main communique. The young master ’s death was disgraceful.
Everyone was relieved to see Hua Yuan calm down.
Even if Hua Yuan's face was dead and silent at this time, it was better than pulling a sword to death.
As long as you don't want to kill yourself, you can say everything.
"Oh!"
"Finally will!"
A farce came to an end like this, and the rushed doctor came to deal with Hua Yuan's neck wound.
Hua Yuan remained motionless and was left to the doctor to play with, like an unpopular porcelain doll.
The doctor saw this and thought that Huayuan was the unsuccessful master, and he was disheartened, and sighed, "Should be taboo in recent days, the wound should not touch the dirt, so as to prevent the dark air from entering the body and making the wound red and rotten. The younger opened a few Side medicine, it will improve when taken on time. "
Hua Yuan asked him, "Can the wound be deep?"
The doctor said, "It's not deep, but the location is dangerous."
Hua Yuan was silent, but the flashing emotions in his eyes made the doctor's heart beat.
"You go down, I want to be alone and be quiet, and we will arrange the funeral of the Lord ..."
Hua Yuan rushed, but the doctor's lips flapped but did not spit out dissuasion, but he retreated softly.
The doctor left his front foot, and Hua Yuan's back foot flipped his sleeves and knocked down everything that could be seen. The face of Ru Yajunyi was full of sorrow.
"I'm not crazy, no-I'm me !!!"
He suppressed the growl in his throat, and although it was not loud, it was extremely penetrating and contagious, making the observers creepy.
Unfortunately, he was the only one in the room and no one else could hear.
The chaotic night was dispelled by the rising sun, and the news that the young master had died of acute illness and violent death spread like a wing.
The news naturally reached the front line An An.
An An received two letters, one of which was a normal report of mourning, and the other was a secret letter that had been suppressed by Hua Yuan for a long time.
This secret letter details that the young master bullied the pregnant aunt, and caused his baby's gas to be unstable and almost lost his child.
In addition, Hua Yuan also added the truth about the death of the young master, not violent but doing something wrong, fearing, and committing suicide.
Two letters arrived before and after.
After reading the first letter of mourning, An An was sad and at the same time had some unspeakable ecstasy.
The succeeding son was dead, and the stumbling blocks that were over him were gone, and no one could stop his biological son from taking over.
After reading the second letter, An An's anger directly broke through the highest value, and the forehead was swollen with green muscles, as if the green snake winding around the forehead. He was furious with his hands clenched, his cheeks ironed, and his chest rushed up and down, anxiously digging his step-son out of the whip.
While he wasn't bullying his aunt, he caused him to have a flat breath and almost had a small birth ...
An An didn't know that she had raised an unfamiliar wolf-eyed wolf, and did such a shameless and outrageous thing!
"Good death!"
These three characters are almost extruded from the posterior molars.
The thought of his own woman, or the woman who was pregnant with his child, was touched by the stepson, and a strong green cloud humiliation rushed into his heart, letting his hatred rush into the sky. Fear of sin? It's really cheap, at least Ling Ling should be executed!
Anger returns to anger, but An An cannot advertise the steps that his stepson has done, nor can he make the truth of his death public.
Not only can't he clean up the mess for the other party to ensure his reputation after death.
If this is not done, the outside world will inevitably speculate that the death of the step-son was conceived by An Yu, and it was in order to clear the obstacles for his parents and harm the step-son.
In this way, it will inevitably leave a negative impression of being cruel and unscrupulous in order to achieve the goal.
More importantly, the world will know that he is wearing a green hat by his stepson.
Being hooded is the most unbearable humiliation for men.
For her own fame, An An could not act in a spirited manner, at best, using a few tricks to vent her hate.
Of course, after the anger, An An also found something wrong.
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