After the rebirth of the world-weary zombie emperor, he was kissed and cried every day

Su Qian'an's movements were fast and accurate. Xiao Sui and Gu Xuan didn't expect that he would hit Lu Huaishan, and they were unable to react for a moment.

Gu Xuan subconsciously hugged the person that Su Qian'an pushed over, and when he came to his senses, he hurriedly checked his condition. Xiao Sui also came over, squatted in front of the sofa and felt Lu Huaishan's artery. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the beating pulse of his hand.

The large arteries in the neck are very fragile, and if you don't control the strength properly, it can cause sudden death.

Gu Xuan looked at the red mark on Lu Huaishan's neck, then raised his head in disbelief at Su Qian'an, who was standing face to face with Ye Han with his back to them.

"Are you crazy?! Why would you…"

Before he could finish his words, he saw from the corner of his eye that Song Ci had come behind Xiao Sui at some point. Gu Xuan had a bad feeling and used his supernatural powers to attack Song Ci.

"Honey, be careful!"

Unfortunately, it was too late, and his supernatural powers were dissolved by an invisible force.

Gu Xuan blocked Lu Huaishan behind him, used his supernatural power to create a dagger in his hand, and watched Song Ci vigilantly as he put Xiao Sui on the sofa, carefully observing his every move.

"What are you going to do?!"

Song Ci didn't take the knife in his hand seriously at all. She looked at him intently, put a finger to her mouth, and spoke softly.

"Shh, be quiet and look at me."

Gu Xuan looked at him subconsciously, and their eyes met. Song Ci's eyes turned from dark black to light blue.

His eyes gradually became heavy, as if being pulled by an invisible force, and a soft voice came to his ears, like a breeze.

"Go to sleep."

His consciousness began to blur, his eyelids became heavier, and the sounds from the outside world gradually faded away. He tried to shake his head to make himself more awake, but to no avail.

The dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and he fell into a quiet darkness.

With three people lying on one sofa, it was quite crowded. Song Ci looked at the furnishings in the office, considerately put Lu Huaishan on the camp bed, stood beside Su Qian'an, and said respectfully.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, on recovering your memory."

"Ah."

Su Qian'an turned his head to look at him and responded faintly. From the corner of his eye, he saw Lu Huaishan lying on the camp bed with his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembling, and the fingertips of his fingers placed on his legs slightly curled up.

After a moment, he shifted his gaze to look at Ye Han who was standing stunned beside him. When he lowered his eyes and saw the warm family photo in Ye Han's hand, he smiled and called out his name in a neither light nor heavy tone.

"Ye Han."

It was obviously a very pleasant voice, but Ye Han felt an inexplicable chill down his spine. He subconsciously looked at him and met a pair of gloomy and cold eyes with a strong bloodshot color, and undisguised murderous intent.

Their eyes met, and Ye Han froze in place under Su Qian'an's gaze. He felt like a prey being targeted by a hunter, and the fear in his heart made his body tremble uncontrollably.

"What are you doing?"

Su Qian looked at him, took off his hat and the mask on his face, revealing a face very similar to the woman in the photo.

He tilted his head, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes. His eyes were cold and indifferent, like a Shura from hell, extremely weird.

"Isn't it obvious? Of course I want you to die."

When Ye Han saw this face, he was stunned for a moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at him in disbelief, his lips trembling slightly, as if he didn't hear what he just said. He excitedly stepped forward and grabbed his arm, his voice hoarse.

"An An? Are you An An?"

Su Qian looked down at the hand on his arm, disgust revealed between his brows.

"what!"

With a scream, the arm holding him fell to the ground. Ye Han rolled on the ground in pain, uttering sharp howls.

Both of his arms were cut off by the sharp blade, and blood stained his white coat and the floor beneath him red.

However, Su Qian'an, who was closest to him, was clean. Su Qian'an stood there without moving, and the blood flowing to him was blocked by the invisible wind and flowed to both sides.

Su Qian looked down at his painful expression, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"Didn't I tell you that I want you to die? Why are you still coming close to me?"

Ye Han fell to the ground, his whole body soaked with blood and sweat, his face was pale and his voice was weak.

"An An, I am your father. I have been looking for you for a long time."

Su Qian squatted down and moved his fingers. The photo frame that fell on the ground floated in front of him. He took out a bottle of water from his backpack, poured it slowly, washing the blood splashed on it, and said casually.

"I know. I just heard everything. But so what? He's my father. So what? Does this conflict with my desire to kill you?"

"An An, you, you can't do this, you..."

Before Ye Han could finish his words, his head was chopped off by a sharp blade. Su Qian held the cleaned photo frame and looked at the corpse disappearing on the spot expressionlessly. He was not surprised by this phenomenon and sneered.

"Oh, father."