Chapter 21 Conspiracy
Jinxi City, Fan Mansion.
Fan Qingyue still followed Fan Mao.
Because although his younger brother broke into his residence without permission, he had a reason for it.
"My second brother can't wake up. Father said that only you can wake him up."
Fan Qingyue sighed in his heart as he walked.
He has never taken his bastard father seriously, and so have many of his brothers and sisters. However, Fan Mao is an exception. Since he was a child, he has been committed to making the Fan family live in harmony.
I don’t know what stimulated me from somewhere.
"Didn't father say that he had already treated Fan Zhengyu?" Fan Qingyue asked casually.
"Father said something wasn't right with my second brother."
The Fan Mansion was simply repaired. The once quaint and exquisite courtyard was now patched up in many places with different materials, like an exquisite and beautiful dress with many patches on it.
Fan Mao brought Fan Qingyue back to the room where Fan Guanfu was before.
The noisy brothers and sisters were gone, and only Fan Guanfu, Fan Shiliu and Fan Zhengyu lying on the couch were left in the room.
"So what can I do?"
Fan Qingyue didn't have a good look towards Fan Guanfu.
And it just so happened that Fan Guanfu's attitude towards him was not very good either.
"I need your blood, the blood of your heart."
Fan Guanfu was like the most traditional feudal patriarch, making demands on Fan Qingyue.
"Just because of your words, I have to give my heart's blood to this half-brother who has the same father as me and hates me so much? You love your child so much, why don't you do it?"
Fan Qingyue didn't know what was wrong with him, but he just wanted to argue with Fan Guanfu today.
"Brother," Fan Shiliu hid behind Fan Guanfu and said timidly, "Father said that none of ours will work, only yours will."
After that, she added with a hint of doubt, "Is there something special about you?"
special?
These two words hit Fan Qingyue immediately. He subconsciously looked at Fan Guanfu. His father's expression was still unfathomable, just like when he was a child.
He seemed to see the blood flowing from the wounds gathered into a river and flowed under his feet. His father forced him to look at those who died with their eyes open and shouted like a madman:
"You'll have to get used to it sooner or later. If you want to inherit the Fan family, you'll have to get used to it sooner or later!"
"You have to be like me, able to pick up a knife and make them lose their heads. Only then can you gain its recognition! Because..."
"Brother?"
Fan Mao beside him frowned and called him, waking him up from his memories.
There was still some confusion in Fan Qingyue's eyes. He saw that his usually indifferent father's attitude seemed to have changed.
Fan Guanfu whispered, "You know Fan Zhengyu is the heir of the Fan family, right?"
Fan Qingyue nodded. Of course he knew, because he really couldn't remain calm in the face of those painful voices and cruel scenes, and couldn't accept the test of the so-called Fan family inheritance.
"Then you also have to know that the Fan family's inheritance generally has to be given to the eldest son."
Fan Qingyue's heart skipped a beat.
The father sitting on the bed looked down at him and said, "Then you need to know that Fan Zhengyu is completing what you haven't completed yet."
It must be said that his father still understood him.
Fan Qingyue doesn't want to owe anyone anything.
He pursed his lips, ultimately having nothing to say. He unbuttoned his clothes, took out a sharp knife from his storage bag, and stabbed himself in the heart.
Drops of bright red blood flowed down, and Fan Qingyue's face turned visibly pale.
"Is this okay?"
At the same time, in the deep mountains and forests outside Jinxi City.
Murong Jing was wearing a black sable fur coat, with a very delicate formation carved in front of him. His eyes were closed and he was muttering to himself.
In an instant, spiritual light floated, and a passage seemed to form in the void.
Murong Jing opened his eyes and whispered to the magic circle, "Where are you?"
"Fan Mansion."
An unidentifiable sound came from the formation.
Murong Jing breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that at least they had made contact, and then asked, "What's the situation in the Fan Mansion?"
"Fan Qingyue took blood from his heart to save Fan Zhengyu."
Murong Jing's eyes lit up. He knew the name Fan Qingyue, so he quickly asked, "Is he a disciple of Qingyun Sect?"
"Yes." A positive voice came from the other end of the formation.
Murong Jing showed a hint of joy and said, "That person said that Qingyun Sect cultivators must die. He is taking the heart blood? That's a great opportunity!"
"I will send those monsters over again to kill the escaped fish hiding in Jinxi City. You must find a way to kill Fan Qingyue, so that you can report to that person!"
The voice from the magic circle hesitated and said, "But there are other members of the Fan family here. I can't defeat them."
"Then I'll let those monsters help you first!" Murong Jing said excitedly, "Those that slipped through the net can be killed later."
Murong Jing raised his hand and cast a spell.
Suddenly, the originally quiet forest was filled with the sound of violent footsteps, and all kinds of monsters gathered into a huge team and ran towards Murong Jing.
Without exception, those monsters all have a pair of unusual red eyes.
Murong Jing slapped his storage bag, and a bone flute appeared in his hand.
He played the bone flute, and the music was extremely strange, but it made the eyes of the group of monsters glow red. They moved again and headed straight towards Jinxi City.
Jinxi City, Inn.
Su Mei, who was sleeping soundly in the corner, moved her ears and drooled as she said, "This is so annoying! Who is making the noise? I want to sleep!"
Su Mei was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, but the annoying sound didn't stop. To make matters worse, she heard her stomach rumbling too.
"I'm so hungry."
Su Mei opened her eyes in great pain and struggled to get up.
However, as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the enlarged face of Jane Anning, staring at her expressionlessly, and she didn't know how long she had been staring at her.
Su Mei was so frightened that she almost jumped up. She hugged herself and moved closer to the corner, stammering, "You, you, you, what do you want to do!"
Jian Anning smiled slightly and said, "I'm looking into your eyes."
?
Su Mei looked puzzled, then she heard Jian An Ning continue, "You have a pair of very beautiful eyes. I heard the storyteller say that eyes like yours should be called fox eyes."
Jian Anning's tone was gentle, but Su Mei became even more frightened.
However, there was no way to retreat behind her, and she could only face the terrifying man head-on. So she mustered up her courage and said to Jian An Ning, "What on earth are you going to do!"
"Are you hungry?" Jane An Ning said, showing the roast chicken in her left hand and the roast duck in her right hand.
The aroma of the food entered Su Mei's nose unhindered, and saliva flowed from the corners of Su Mei's mouth.
She nodded sadly.
"You can eat it."
Su Mei opened her eyes wide. At this moment, in her eyes, Jian An Ning was like a god descending from heaven. She took a bite of the fragrant chicken wings.
But then the strange man said, "But you can't eat and drink for free."
Su Mei was already regretting her greed when she heard Jian An Ning say, "Tell me, what did you hear?"
Su Mei shook her head like a rattle.
Daddy said that she was different from others, so she must never reveal her differences, otherwise she would be burned to death.
"I didn't hear anything. The music wasn't loud at all. I was woken up by hunger!"
Su Mei covered her mouth with her hands. She couldn't believe what she had said.
Jian Anning chuckled and continued, "What kind of music is it? Which direction is it coming from?"
Su Mei widened her eyes and said nothing.
Jian Anning laughed even more happily. She said, "It has come to this point, why are you still hiding it? How could he have a daughter as stupid as you?"
Su Mei was stunned and said hesitantly, "Do you know my father?"
Jian Anning nodded slightly.
"Then who are you?" Su Mei's eyes revealed curiosity.
Jian Anning touched her chin, a hint of mystery in her expression. After thinking for a while, she said, "Maybe, she can be considered your mother?"
ah?
Daddy, when did you find a wife?
Su Mei's face was full of shock, her fox eyes were wide open, and her soul seemed to have flown away by the news.
Jian An Ning found her appearance so funny that she couldn't help laughing out loud.
Only then did Su Mei realize that the terrifying woman in front of her was probably playing tricks on her.
She was a little angry, and her cheeks turned red.
However, Jian Anning said in a very formal tone, "Your father is very good, but I already have someone in my heart."
She smiled with her eyes curved, as if just thinking of that person's existence was enough to make her happy.
Su Mei blinked and suddenly realized that maybe Jian An Ning was not lying.
But what was going on with her mother?
At the same time, somewhere in the world.
The dense forest has turned this place into a green ocean. Countless vines are intertwined and connected to every tree, blocking all the sunlight outside the leaves.
Therefore, the dense forest was extremely dark and oppressive even in the daytime.
In the deepest part of the layers of green, you can see a red figure.
The man had an extremely delicate and beautiful face. The red demonic patterns just added a bit of weirdness to him. The red-striped vines intertwined on his body, as if trying to trap him here.
But the dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light, and with just one stroke, he cut off all the vines.
He stood there, clearly under the cover of the green hell, but his eyes were full of arrogance and disdain.
"As for things like you, in the past, it would just be a matter of me moving my fingers."
However, things are different now than before. Even if he is unwilling, he can only take the dagger and eliminate these existences bit by bit.
"yawn."
He cleared away those abnormal beings with one hand and rubbed his nose with the other hand, thinking: Who is thinking about him?
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