Everyone thought it was natural for Han Zhe to sacrifice Han Juan, because Han Zhe did the same to his other sons.
But he doesn't think so.
Because when he was young, he drank with Han Zhe, and the guilt he showed towards his son didn't seem fake.
And this time, in addition to Han Juan, the Han family, like other families, also prepared a so-called genius as a backup option. These ten people were chosen by Han Zhe, obviously preparing to leave a chance for regret.
As long as he chooses to protect Han Juan, he will offend a large number of people.
I still have a chance to fight for the throne.
But unexpectedly, he still chose this in the end.
"Tiny!"
Han Zhe's expression was cold and hard, but his voice was a little hoarse: "It's not too late for you to regret now!"
Han Juan smiled faintly: "If my father wanted to keep me here, why would he ask me?"
Han Zhe's voice was filled with anger: "My father is a member of the Han family, and I must give an explanation to the Han family!"
"So, my father's instructions are for me?"
Han Juan shook his head and smiled, "It's really strange that a monk like me has to answer for the Han family's affairs."
Han Zhe frowned and said, "If it weren't for the Han family, do you really think you could become a disciple of the Supreme Temple?"
He was a little angry.
yes!
That’s right!
Zheng Lian and Han Juan’s master are old friends.
But in order to save Han Juan, a large amount of rare treasures were needed, which Tai Shang Temple was not willing to pay for, and Tai Shang Temple itself was short of resources at that time.
If Han Juan had not spent a huge amount of money to obtain massive resources from his clan, it would have been impossible for him to become a disciple of Taishang Temple.
Until now, Taishang Temple has been using the original resources to train disciples.
Han Juan answered sincerely: "No!"
"and you……"
“But my congenital deficiency is also due to my father, a Buddhist.”
"Those so-called causes and effects are all nonsense. How can they..."
Han Zhe was a little angry.
Han Juan was silent for a long time: "In fact, I have always known that I was born with a deficiency, not because my father, a Buddhist monk, brought disaster to the refugees, so the karma fell on me. There are so many things in this world that bring disaster to the people, and there is no cause and effect."
Han Zhe was startled: "You..."
Han Juan smiled in relief: "The real reason back then was that in order to help you win the position of the head of the family, mother forcibly extracted nearly 90% of the innate energy of the fetus in your belly, and used a secret method to help you improve the grade of your spiritual fetus, right?"
Han Zhe suddenly felt as if his internal organs were burning with anger.
The feeling of guilt made his voice tremble: "Juan'er, this matter..."
Han Juan waved his hand: "I don't want to argue about who owes whom. There is no point in arguing about this matter. I don't know who I should hate or love. I'm not good at these, so let's stop here!"
“KANG!”
He drew a dagger.
The dagger is exactly the same as the ones used by those people just now.
However, the expression on his face was completely different from those others.
He is laughing.
The smile is so easy.
He took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at Han Zhe for the last time: "Today I will cut off my bones to return to my father, and cut off my flesh to return to my mother. From today on, the past of this world has nothing to do with me anymore."
Then, he mobilized the remaining true energy in his body.
The dagger shook.
Then countless sword energies shot out.
Disassemble his skin, meridians, and blood vessels one by one.
It fell to the ground and turned into wisps of flying ash.
Only the blood was left hanging in the air, constantly emitting blood vapor.
Han Zhe's eyes suddenly widened.
His eyes were filled with pain, guilt and disbelief.
He didn't expect that Han Juan would leave so easily.
The entire venue was stunned.
Ying Wuji was also stunned looking at the Muye Monument. He didn't expect Han Juan to choose such a tragic way of suicide. And the mother and grandfather he wanted to save in the end were not kind and amiable elders.
He really...lives a complicated life.
For a long, long time.
The ceremonial officer surnamed Ji reminded: "Master Han!"
Han Zhe finally woke up, and as if he had been suffocating for a long time and finally breathed in fresh air, he made a hoarse breathing sound.
He took out the medicine bottle tremblingly, chanted a spell, and absorbed all the blood energy evaporating from Han Juan's blood.
The medicine liquid is bright blood red.
Han Zhe used his true energy to control the liquid medicine and prepared to draw it.
But before he started to draw, he hesitated for a long time and was shaking so much that he couldn't breathe normally.
The unification of the Ji clan is a foregone conclusion.
After putting this down.
He is the true King of Han.
But this piece of ink represents his son's life.
This is a watershed moment for the Han family.
It was also a watershed in his life.
finally.
He gritted his teeth.
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After a moment, the Han family genealogy on the stele became extremely bright.
This attracted the envy and jealous gazes of many Ji clan families. No one had expected that Han Juan's blood and energy could have such miraculous effects.
Han Zhe stepped down from the stage in a daze, looking as if he had lost his soul.
Nangong Yu immediately led his men forward.
And Ying Wuji’s thoughts were also connected to the yellow beans hidden around the Muye Monument, ready to take action at any time.
But at this moment.
He caught a glimpse of a shadow out of the corner of his eye.
This shadow looks familiar.
Han Juan! ?
At this moment, Han Juan was looking at the Muye Monument indifferently and slowly stretched out his right hand.
A grasp of the void.
A moment.
Ying Wuji felt waves of extremely familiar sword intent erupting from the Muye Monument.
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
There were bursts of tiny sounds of jade breaking.
In the shocked eyes of the crowd.
Tiny cracks instantly spread across the entire surface of the Muye Monument.
The medicinal liquid that had just been applied by the Zhou royal family and the Wei and Han families also quickly lost its luster.
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