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You killed my whole family!

Zhao Yuan was stunned by this sentence, his back hurt, but he didn't seem to feel it at all, and stared blankly at Xian Yuhu.

Xian Yuhu was six years older than him. He was tall and burly, with dark skin and deep features, ordinary but silly.Although he is older than him, Zhao Yuanzheng is actually older, and he doesn't even want to call his brother, but Xian Yuhu doesn't get angry when he calls out to Ahu and Ahu, and he used to like to run on the grassland with him on his shoulders. , Hearing him yelling in fright, he burst out laughing.

The hearty laughter of the other party seemed to be still echoing in his ears. The person approaching in front of him had the same appearance, but his face was distorted, his eyes were red, and he looked like a ghost. Those eyes staring at him were full of hatred and disgust.

Zhao Yuan never knew that a person's gaze could hurt others, but now he suffered from it, and only felt a suffocating pain in his chest.He struggled to stand upright, opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "Ahu, you, you listen to me..."

"Shut up!" As soon as Xian Yuhu heard his voice, the veins on his forehead twitched in disgust, and he interrupted him furiously, "They are right! You Central Plains people are murderous devils! You will bring us Unknown! If it wasn't for you, if it wasn't for you—!" He trembled as he spoke, tears streaming down his face.

If Zhao Yuan hadn't asked Father to pretend to be grazing and kill the Quanrong people by tricks, it wouldn't have brought disaster to their family!He was humiliated and tortured in the iron cage, but in the end he learned that his elder sister had died in pain, and his father had also died in Zhao's camp!The man told him that King Quanrong originally looked down on their lives, but in order to avenge the son of General Zhao, he killed his father and sister—

It's all because of Zhao Yuan!

Zhao Yuan opened his mouth in vain, but found that he was unable to defend himself.In any case, Uncle Xianyu and Sister Aman died because of himself, yes, King Quan Rong had another purpose, and he didn’t think he was really that important, and he needed King Quan Rong to take revenge—but he could explain it to Ah Hu in this way ?Uncle, they are dead!

As much as Xian Yuhu liked Zhao Yuan before, now he hates him so much.He resented himself for resenting his father and sister, resenting them for being ignorant of people, for actually thinking that Zhao Guoren is a good person, if he had hidden away early, how could he have come to this point!

He suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Yuan's neck, veins burst out in his arm, and he grabbed Zhao Yuan's neck and lifted him off the ground.

Zhao Yuan's face turned red all of a sudden, and he desperately grabbed the opponent's hand and pulled it out, but there was a big difference in age and strength between the two, and the hand clamping his neck remained motionless like iron pliers.

"This is the life you owe me." Xian Yuhu leaned against Zhao Yuan's face, watched him struggle and suffocate, and sneered distortedly, "A person like you is only worthy of dying in this kind of place!"

Zhao Yuan couldn't even make a sound, he felt like a fish out of water, staring in front of his eyes, rolling his eyes.At this time, there was no guilt at all, and I just thought about how I could catch my breath!His hand hung down limply, but when Xian Yuhu didn't realize it, he pulled out the dagger, tremblingly lifted it up behind Xian Yuhu's back, facing the back of the vest.

Stab, stab, stab!Go stab! !As long as you stab it, you can breathe, and you won't die if you stab it—this sentence repeated in his brain like crazy—

The hallucination of spotty red and bruised purple appeared in front of Zhao Yuan's eyes, and it seemed that the tears falling from the corners of Uncle Xianyu's eyes flashed again, as well as Ah Man's bloody head.

As if suddenly losing strength in his hand, the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.

The sound seemed to wake Xian Yuhu up suddenly, he let go of his hand, and Zhao Yuan slid down limply, and finally fell down on the ground, clutching his neck and coughing violently.

Xian Yuhu looked at his hands, his fingertips were almost swollen due to too much force.He lowered his head to see the dagger at his feet, and then looked at Zhao Yuan, his heart churning and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Hate, but not just hate.

"Father...has always liked you," he wiped his face and said in a hoarse voice, "Sister also said that after she gave birth to a child, you need to name the child..." As he spoke, his voice became cold again Hard, "The friendship from the past is all counted, if we meet again in the future, I will take your life!"

Zhao Yuan wanted to talk to him eagerly, he opened his mouth with a series of coughs and choked, trying to hold him back, but his body couldn't be controlled by himself, his ears seemed to be blocked, and he could only hear his heavy breathing, everything was happening before his eyes. shaking.

Xian Yuhu sniffed, leaned over to pick up the dagger, his eyes were full of sadness.The short dagger was inlaid with turquoise and amber. The amber had cracked. Although it was cheap, the dagger was very sharp. It was his birthday gift to Zhao Yuan.

"I can't kill you now, but in the future, I can always do it."

Zhao Yuan had never heard this deep and sad sentence.

Without looking at Zhao Yuan again, he put the dagger on his waist and strode towards the entrance of the alley.

Zhao Yuanwo watched Xianyuhu's back getting further and further away on the ground, tears fell down, and his mouth was bitter and astringent.The innocent lives were too heavy for him to shirk, but he couldn't bear it either.To put it bluntly, if Xian Yuhu is really dead, even though Zhao Yuan can't face it, he can slowly get to the bottom of his heart and forget it, but Xian Yuhu is not dead, and he is still standing in front of him looking for him. When he demanded his life, Zhao Yuan seemed to collapse and couldn't take it any longer.

It was the first time in his life that he used a strategy in the art of war, and it was just a youthful spirit. Who would have expected that things would develop in such a way as to lead to such a situation.Death is often not the most difficult thing to face, hatred is.

The hardest thing to resolve is hatred.

Zhao Yuan consciously opened his eyes again, and found himself lying on the bed at home, surrounded by a group of people.He opened his mouth to speak, but found a sharp pain in his throat, he didn't make a sound, and couldn't help touching his throat in panic.

"Don't worry, how can you make a sound if you hurt your throat?" An old man dressed as a civilian doctor stopped him, "The old man prescribed medicine for you, just drink it and go to sleep, stay for three days and get enough energy. Get out of bed, rest for a month and your throat will be fine."

Zhao Yuan was silent, then lowered his hand and nodded.

At this moment, I remembered all the previous things again, a feeling of exhaustion rushed to my head, I closed my eyes and fell asleep in an instant.

The old man bid farewell and left. Lichun and others wiped their tears and sent him to the door, but Zhao Da and Zhengyang Huaixi stood in front of Zhao Yuan's bed without moving, especially Zhao Da, who was the first to find Zhao Yuan It was gone, and he was the first to find the cloth in the study and Zhao Yuan's message.

Zhao Da led the people all the way to Bazili Lane, and saw Zhao Yuan lying there silently, with a red and swollen ridge protruding from his neck, and his lips were cyanotic.He also saw dead people, but there was nothing more frightening than the sight in front of him.The guards behind him were not much better either, Dalang was going to have an accident, and the Lord would beat them to death when he came back!

When a personal guard crawled over and touched Zhao Yuan's neck, he was relieved and said that he was still alive, and the rest of them almost wept with joy.Zhao Da burst into tears, and stood beside Zhao Yuan all the way, and he still can't slow down.

"You can't hide this matter from Mr. Lang," Zhengyang said firmly, his eyes still red and swollen, "The civilian doctor can say it just now, if you try harder, Da Lang will... Mr. Lang will be able to track it down when he comes back. We must catch that villain and cut him to pieces!"

Huai Xi nodded vigorously, Zhao Da stood up suddenly, and said decisively: "I'm going back to the barracks to find the general!" After saying that, he ran out like a gust of wind.

When Zhao Yuan woke up after getting enough sleep again, he saw the tall figure of his father sitting in front of the couch, looking very lonely with the candlelight on his back.As soon as he moved this side, Zhao Chen immediately lowered his head and touched his forehead with his big hand.

"Don't talk... just blink your eyes if you want to drink water, and Father will pour it for you."

Zhao Yuan closed his mouth, felt it, and blinked quickly.Damn, I'm so thirsty!

Zhao Chen smiled, maybe he felt too forced, so he quickly restrained himself.He got up and poured a cup of water mixed with pear blossom honey from the table next to him, took a sip himself to test the temperature, and brought it over.

Zhao Yuan was carefully lifted up, then sat comfortably in his father's arms, lowered his head slightly, and drank water smoothly.The honey water only tasted a little when he drank it into his mouth, but it immediately caused pain when it flowed into his throat. He paused for a moment, then coughed up all the water and sprayed Zhao Chen all over his face.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Zhao Yuan hugged his father uncomfortably, the more he coughed, the more painful his throat became.

"Don't worry!" Zhao Chen was extremely anxious, and carefully patted him on the back and then on his chest, and it took him a long time to rest.

Zhao Yuan lay weakly in Zhao Chen's arms, thinking that a sip of water would go into his throat... Is there still a month left in this day?Didn't I just pinch it, why is it so uncomfortable?

Zhao Chen wiped his face, adjusted the handkerchief and carefully wiped Zhao Yuan's face and mouth.He couldn't hold back his anger, he really knew that his son was frightened, no matter what, his son was only in his early ten years old, and he almost died this time, so he really couldn't blame him anymore.But was he less frightened himself?He repeatedly told him not to leave the house, but his son seemed to be ignoring it!

Zhao Yuan's eyes slanted, and he saw his father's mouth tightened, and he didn't make a sound to comfort himself, so he knew that his father was holding his breath and had nowhere to vent it.He pursed his lips and gestured at Zhao Chen.

"What's wrong with you!" Zhao Chen yelled, but still looked at it calmly, "Do you want a pen and paper?"

Zhao Yuan nodded hurriedly.

Zhao Chen stared at him with a heavy face, and went outside to get things in silence.

Zhao Yuan got the pen, and wrote Xian Yuhu's name on the paper, and also wrote down what Xian Yuhu said "they said".

He thought about it, that "they" might refer to Quan Rong, and Xian Yuhu might lose his mind and turn to the White Wolf Country.Since the city gate officer let Xianyuhu in, he probably didn't know about Xianyuhu's family. Xianyuhu is still a good herdsman on the record, and he can enter and leave Fucheng on his own. No danger?

Zhao Chen took a look at the paper and remembered the tiger's head on the strip of cloth.