Chapter 134 He does not believe in gods or Buddhas, he only believes in himself.

Zhi Yan smiled under the bleak light, his eyes were chilling and his snow-white sharp teeth were faintly visible. Even Yu Zehui, who had killed people before, couldn't help but be frightened.

He held onto the wall and walked to the sandalwood bookshelf. He picked up the long knife inlaid with emeralds from the shelf, grasped the curved eggplant-shaped handle, and took off the scabbard. Yu Zehui stood up fiercely, "Hey, hey, hey!!! Put the knife down! I'm kidding, not the busty beauty, but my brother, Ah Yi! I'm fucking kidding you!"

Zhi Yan tightly grasped the Qi family knife, which was shining coldly, and approached Yu Zehui step by step with a murderous aura and an expressionless face. The sharp tip of the knife was against his chest. With a little force, it could pierce through his bathrobe. If it moved up two inches, it would not take much force to cut off his neck!

Yu Zehui's breath was choked, his jaw clenched, then relaxed, and he spoke word by word, "It really is my brother, it's Ah-Yang, if you don't believe me, just look!"

His body stiffened, and then his slender fingers slowly moved the knife tip away, and placed the photo tremblingly on the blade. Zhi Yan's eyes were already bloodshot and became extremely cruel and frightening, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, and he retracted the narrow blade, throwing the photo in an arc in the air and falling into his hands.

It was indeed Yu Zeying, wearing a training suit, standing upright next to the Su-24 bomber with his left hand holding his helmet. His narrow eyes contained the same untamed wildness as Yu Zehui.

"I didn't lie to you, did I? Put the knife back into the scabbard!" Yu Zehui picked up the scabbard and handed it to him. He felt a little regretful for letting someone teach him the Qi family sword. When Zhi Yan first came, he was in poor health. He was asked to learn the Qi family sword mainly to strengthen his body and to protect himself in case he was no longer around.

But he didn't expect that Zhiyan could master the Qi family sword skills to perfection, even surpassing his master in just two years. If it weren't for his poor health, his sword skills could have been even better.

Now he doesn't have to worry about whether he can protect himself. What he is more worried about is that he is the one who cannot protect himself.

Zhi Yan did not take the scabbard. The mirror-like blade reflected his expressionless face. He threw the Qi family knife to Yu Zehui. Yu Zehui took a big step back. The tip of the knife pierced the carpet and pierced into the camphor wood floor.

Yu Zehui sat slumped on the sofa, a thin layer of cold sweat on his back, and cursed, "Zhi, you really want to kill me? Do you really want to be a widow so badly?" An hour ago, she was calling him husband, but now, just after a short while, she is picking up a knife to chop him!

Zhi Yan stared at him with cold eyes, "I don't want to be a widow, and I don't want your life. But if you dare to cheat, I will take your life!"

Yu Zehui leaned on the sofa for a long time before he stood up, "I'm kidding! How could I possibly cheat?!" He grabbed the curved eggplant-shaped handle and pulled it out. Zhi Yan came forward with the scabbard, took the Qi family knife from Yu Zehui's hand, and put the blade back into the scabbard in one smooth motion.

"I'll put it away!" Yu Zehui snatched the Qi family knife and put it back on the sandalwood shelf. He took it down again after putting it on, "I'd better lock the safe!"

Zhi Yan didn't say anything, but sat on the sofa, watching him indifferently as he squatted in front of the desk with his knife in his hand, and frantically entered the safe code. Yu Zehui was so panicked that he pressed the wrong code twice, "Damn, wrong? How is that possible?"

Zhi Yan and the others were getting a little irritable, "It's my birthday. You were drunk on my birthday, and you changed it."

Yu Zehui's hands froze in mid-air, his eyes grim as if this was indeed the case. The Yu family was no longer the prosperous Yu family, and he was afraid that one day he would die before he could explain himself. So he told him the safe code in advance.

The money in it was all clean, which he and his friends earned from gold mining in Africa. Half of it was left to him and the other half to Yu Zeying.

The password was his birthday. What was the difference between this knife and the one without a lock? He stood up and put the Qi family knife back on the sandalwood shelf.

He hugged Zhiyan with a playful smile, "You are not in good health, so don't hold a knife in the future." He was able to practice like this even though he was not in good health. If he was in good health, chopping him would be as easy as chopping a watermelon...

Zhiyan slumped in his arms sleepily, "Okay, it's easy to die if you are too smart, I know that."

This is the life and death fortune told for him by the monk from Zhongsheng Temple.

"Damn it! Don't believe those bald asses' lies. You shouldn't have advised me in the first place. I should have burned it with fire!"

Yu Zehui originally wanted to take him out to relax, but who knew that the wizard took it upon himself to tell him his life or death. Before he even finished listening, he rushed over and beat the wizard up, punching him in the face, leaving him with bruises and swelling. If Zhiyan hadn't held him back, he would have beaten him to death.

How could Yu Zehui be content if he didn't beat him to death? He made a big fuss in the temple, overturned the altar, and smashed the incense burner. He looked at the Buddha statue that saved all living beings with a provocative look, and the more he looked at it, the more ironic it became. Saving all living beings, his Zhizhi is also among the living beings, why not save him? He picked up the incense burner with a broken leg and was about to smash it, but Zhiyan grabbed his hand,

“Don’t smash it!”

The hall was filled with a murderous atmosphere. The monks looked terrified and put their hands together. The abbot stepped forward and half bowed, "Amitabha, benefactor, if you are disrespectful to the gods and Buddhas, you will go to hell!"

Yu Zehui smiled bitterly, put down the incense burner, and the incense ashes spread all over the floor, looking very much like human ashes. He also sent his mother to the Netherworld Hell. He had already been there.

So he never believed in God or Buddha, he only believed in himself.

Only waste will leave its fate to gods and Buddhas.

It's nothing more than a word of death, he is not afraid of anything!

Zhi Yan covered his mouth and said, "Don't say such disrespectful words."

Yu Zehui grabbed his palm and kissed it, "Okay, I won't tell you!"

His eyes swept over the photo on the ground, and his big hands tightly clasped Zhiyan's waist. He stretched out a hand to pick it up, and held it in his hand to look at it. The more he looked at it, the more proud he became, "Although we say that everyone in our Yu family is a beast, but this skin is really good!" Yu Zeying in the photo, with his head held high, full of vigor and vitality, as if he was fearless.

Zhi Yan frowned, "You seem to have cursed both you and him..."

Yu Zehui narrowed his eyes and restrained him with his arms, "You mean I'm not a beast? Then why did you call me a beast on the swing that afternoon?"

Zhiyan leaned over and pulled his eyelashes, "Shouldn't you be scolding me?! Also, fix my swing for me by tomorrow!" I told him that the swing could only bear his weight, but he refused to listen and insisted on being on the swing...

The swing broke in less than two minutes. Even so, Yu Zehui refused to admit that it was his fault. He blamed the quality of the swing, "Fuck, this swing is fucking rubbish!"

Zhi Yan became angrier and plucked out two of her eyelashes. Yu Zehui hissed, "Aren't you afraid of making your husband bald?"

Zhi Yan looked at the eyelashes in his palm, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Don't be afraid."

Yu Zehui grabbed his irritating soft lips and bit them viciously, then continued to look at the photos, "Who is more handsome, your husband or him?"

Zhi Yan didn't look at the photo much. He wouldn't even glance at anyone except Yu Zehui. "You're handsome!"

Yu Zehui held the photo in one hand and touched his thigh with the other, "The wife you raised yourself is different. Say it again!"

Zhi Yan looked up at him coldly, "You are handsome, and take your hand back."

Yu Zehui pulled off his pajamas, "I proposed to you today, you are my fiancé now, I can touch you if I want! Damn it, not only do I want to touch you, I..."

Zhi Yan frowned, and Yu Zehui pulled his pajamas back on, cursing, "If you don't want to touch me, then don't touch me. I touched you secretly when I was sleeping..."

Zhi Yan looked at him in surprise. He didn't stop Yu Zehui from touching him, but this guy seemed to have misunderstood. But he was too lazy to explain, mainly because he didn't want to go back to the bedroom naked. "Doesn't he hate you the most? Why did he send you his photos?"

Yu Zehui stroked the photo. A friend of his called him last week and said that Yu Zehui was injured in training, and it was quite serious and he had to be hospitalized. He couldn't go to see him, so he could only send him something in the name of his father. The photo was sent back the next day after the things were sent.

"No matter how much you hate him, he is still your brother. He...he may not hate me that much. When he was little, he loved to stick to me just like you, but too many things happened at that time, and I couldn't keep him around. It's best for him to go to the countryside with my dad..."

His grandmother passed away, and his aunt committed suicide. His father ignored them, and his mother only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun. They no longer had anyone to rely on. His son Ah-Yi was still so young, and he was his older brother. He had to protect him and not let him die like his aunt in this family...

Zhi Yan turned around, and Yu Zehui's sharp bones turned cold. With a vague sense of uneasiness, he grabbed his collar and said, "You can't send me away! If you send me away, I will die in front of you!"

Yu Zehui tightened his arms, "No, and I can't bear to leave you! I want to keep you by my side, so I will definitely protect you well."

Zhi Yan looked into his sinister eyes and said, "It's better this way!"

Yu Zehui carefully put the photo away, "When are you going to school?"

Zhiyan grabbed his shoulders and buried his head in his neck, "I don't want to go..."

He was admitted to university last year, but his heart disease relapsed and he dropped out of school within a month. Yu Zehui contacted the school and retained his student status.

Yu Zehui held his shoulders and said earnestly, "You are almost fully recovered now. You can't delay any longer. Even if you can just get a diploma, it will be fine."

Zhiyan knocked his hand away, "What's wrong with you? You're not fine at all! I don't want to go, I just want to stay at home. Didn't you say you would support me? Then it doesn't matter if I have the diploma or not..."

We see him so little at home, wouldn't it be even less if he went to school?

Yu Zehui was furious. "Say it again! What do you mean by 'It doesn't matter if I want a diploma or not? I have to have one. I didn't ask you to give me an excellent graduate. It's already very good. You don't want a diploma! You have to have one. Go to school tomorrow!"