The implication is that the people who carried out this massacre have not stopped yet, if they are allowed to get away with it, Su Qinghe's father, Su Lian, will be in danger of life.

If it wasn't forced, Jun Ziyou didn't want to reveal this bad news to Su Qinghe. However, when things came to an end, he still believed that that person had the right to know the truth, and he couldn't hide it forcibly because it was related to the lives of his biological parents.

Su Qinghe clenched his fists tightly, his Adam's apple slid up and down, lowered his head slightly, his forehead hair drooped, blocking his eyes, Jun Ziyou couldn't see his eyes, but he could guess that he must be in a daze at the moment.

He stretched out his disastrously thin hand, and patted the man's shoulder. He could feel the body trembling slightly under his hand. Su Qinghe tried his best to restrain his emotions, trying not to let himself cry, he asked: " My dad... isn't the only one, is he?"

"Song Bolun, Zheng Yisheng, Wu Fan, Ye Suifeng... and Zhang Hongyi, these are all prey that were wiped out. Their death dates are even listed on the list. So far...no one has escaped."

Su Qinghe grabbed his hand and felt that the man was resisting, so he held the other hand that wanted to push him away, shook his shoulder lightly, and begged hoarsely: "Tell me, Ziyou, tell me, my father is... when is his prescribed death date."

Jun Ziyou gave up struggling and lowered his eyes to avoid his eager eyes, but just as he lowered his head, someone pinched his chin and forced him to raise his face.

"Ziyou, tell me!!"

"No, I can not……"

Seeing that the situation was not right, Jiang Yanqing made a move to stop it, but Su Qinghe, who lost his composure for a moment, didn't lose face too much. He handed over a bowl of sugar water that had just been melted in warm soup, just between the two of them, preventing the latter from making further moves.

"It's useless to be anxious. What do you think we are busy here, just crying out for a few dead people? I don't even think about your kindness, little bamboo horse. He is as virtuous as the father who gave birth to him. He looks white and tender on the surface. , as soon as you break it open, the black sesame stuffing inside can flow all over your hands. What does the dead fish and rotten shrimp have anything to do with him? He should be lying on the bed moaning and waiting to die now, why did he toss himself into this half-dead ghost?"

It's not that Su Qinghe doesn't even understand this point, it's just that when it's his turn, few people can stay rational, after this effort, he will understand everything when he calms down.

He felt that he couldn't hold back, so he took a spoonful of sugar water and sent it to Junziyou's mouth as an apology.

The latter wanted to accept his kindness very much, so he bowed slightly, and before he even opened his mouth, he felt a stabbing pain in his chest, seeing his frown with a bitter face, Su Qinghe asked something, but Junziyou's ears were buzzing, and he didn't listen Qing, reluctantly opened his mouth to persuade him not to worry, but the blood rushed out before the words.

Jun Ziyou's illness had never been so urgent and severe, it seemed that he spit out the blood that had been suppressed in the past six months, and he lost his strength and fell down straight.

But Su Qinghe was holding the bowl, and before he realized what happened, he saw dazzling red... It was blood, it was all blood...

In a panic, the porcelain bowl smashed to pieces on the ground, Su Qinghe stared blankly at the blood stained on his hands...it was still hot, why...why did it become like this?

Jiang Yanqing's anxious shouts in his ears gradually faded away, and the hands in his sight became more immature, and it was also a familiar scene covered in blood... The memory returned to Junziyou's first poisoning attack.

He was also like now, suddenly fell ill and frightened everyone, Su Qinghe who got the news rushed to Hualou desperately, picked up the weak boy who was feared by everyone and did not dare to approach easily.

He held him in his arms and called his name over and over again. The man seemed to have seen his longing relative in a nightmare. He was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to cry, but he still closed his eyes tightly, helpless Weeping.

Su Qinghe saw the shape of his lips clearly, he was saying: "Brother, Daddy, I miss you so much..."

Out of fear, Su Qinghe subconsciously escaped and sealed up this memory. Now that the past is flooding out, he finally remembered what he had repeated hundreds of times.

He said, "Ziyou, I'm your brother too..."

Suddenly returning to his senses, Su Qinghe found himself holding that person unconsciously. It was clear that he was the one who warmed his hands in the past, but now he is the one whose hands are cold because of panic, and he needs Junziyou's scorching body temperature to warm his heart. Upwelling cold.

It seemed that a long time had passed, and his condition had stabilized. He was squinting his eyes, silently watching Jiang Yanqing who was giving him the needle.

The closer to the end of his life, the more deeply he lingers on the world. Jun Ziyou is not afraid of death, but he is a little unwilling, "I deserve to die, but I don't want to die yet."

The voice was weak, only Su Qinghe could hear it clearly.

"I am protecting you in my own way. I hope that all the survivors on the roster can live a long life, including..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and the cold wind poured in. Su Qinghe subconsciously stood in front of him, but only one person came in alone.

Jun Zi'an shook the folds at the hem of his shirt, strode closer with his head held high and his chest held high, without looking at his poor little brother.

"Sick and weak young man, who are you going to show off as a hero? What kind of swords and guns do you think your body can block? You're being sentimental."

Su Qinghe opened his mouth, hesitant to speak but stopped, as if he hoped that for this sake, he would say something pleasant to make people feel better.

It's a pity that the other party saw through his thoughts, but didn't intend to give him this face. With a face that was exactly the same as Junziyou's, but full of vitality and spirit, he commanded condescendingly: "Live."

Even he himself was shocked, it wasn't the bad words of "get behind me", nor the pleading of "don't take my brother away", just three words, all the plans he had planned for many years were destroyed, and he fell short. , but he was not lost.

To live... is both the original intention and the way back.

"I can't share love with you, but at least I can share pain with you."

"I've seen the roster. The surviving prey is not only Su Lian, but also... Lin Fengchi."

Junzi An raised his hand suddenly, and seeing the light in his hand, Jiang Yanqing knew that he had taken out the murder weapon, and thought he was going to attack that person, but before he rushed to stop him, Jun Zi'an's knife had already fallen ...

landed on his own wrist.

Beads of blood rushed out along the wound, he didn't waste the price he paid for the pain, his fingertips were stained with blood, and rubbed against Junziyou's lower lip.

The man resisted very much and retreated obviously, but Jun Zi'an was not a patient person.

He pulled the man back by the neckline, pressed him against the bed, forced him to open his mouth, and swallowed the blood without a drop.

"Have you heard a legend? Gu poison can only be relieved by close relatives who are connected by blood."

"Gu poison?" Jiang Yanqing touched his head, his expression seemed to be a bit disbelieving, but if it was true as he said, everything would make sense, including Jun Ziyou's long-term asthma, his self-healing ability that is difficult to coagulate after injury, And the disease that is becoming more and more difficult to contain at this moment.

"You have always regarded me as a fool, but in some respects, I do know a little bit more than you. At least I can tell you clearly that 'Bone Pinning' is an extremely vicious Gu technique, otherwise there is no disease It can pollute human blood into a pool of pus, and in the last days of the rest of my life, life would be worse than death."

It seems that Junziyou's current symptoms are associated with the pain of his father's last days before his death, Junzi'an choked up a little.

He looked at Jun Ziyou as if he was looking at himself who was in pain, just a thought... the person lying here would be him.

He wanted to know, wanted to ask, as his younger brother, an innocent person who shouldn't have been involved in these things, Jun Ziyou, had he ever regretted it?

This kid is just like him, stubborn and stubborn, and the word "regret" doesn't seem to be in his life.

Jun Zi'an couldn't help sighing, "Where was he when he was needed the most..."

A person is near the end of his life, and what he needs is no longer money and power. If there is anything he can do now, it is probably to fulfill the regret of his father's failure in his life for Junziyou.

"what can I do?"

Jun Ziyou was slightly stunned, and quickly realized that his elder brother would always be hard-spoken and soft-hearted, so he thought for a while, "Yes, it's rare to have this opportunity, so I can't take advantage of you... How about we exchange it to fulfill your long-cherished wish of going to Beijing?" , is it up to you to do the 'Gentlemen's Tour'?"

Now that he has become so ill and behaved like a ghost, anyone who sees him thinks he is a short-lived ghost who can't live for a few days. If he doesn't step on it, he will be merciful, and he is delusional to cure that group of mobs?With Junzi Anken's help, at least in terms of foreign affairs, Junziyou regained his advantage.

His eyes skipped over Jun Zi'an, Su Qinghe, and Jiang Yanqing one by one, and finally landed on the slightly protruding black blood vessels on the back of his hand.

"It seems that the actual situation is not as optimistic as father-in-law 'Huansan' thought. I am afraid that my remaining half month will also be shortened. Before that, I must give him a big shot."

Everyone looked at each other, wondering what he was going to do again, Jun Ziyou hooked his fingers, and the three heads came together in unison, and he took advantage of the opportunity to touch Jiang Yanqing's dog's head.

"To investigate the case, we must solve the root of the matter. If you can't settle the case, at least you can settle the person who pursued the case."

The corner of Jiang Yanqing's mouth twitched, and he pointed at him and yelled: "Listen, are you speaking human words! I also want to get to the bottom of it right now, why don't you kill me too?"

Su Qinghe pondered for a moment, then understood the deep meaning of the gentleman's words, "You mean... Ye Lanchen?"

"Everything now is about investigating the cause of his father's death, but has any of us really seen it with our own eyes, or had contact with this Lord Ye Suifeng?"

"No……"

"Don't jump to conclusions so quickly, I feel like...everyone of us,"

He emphasized his tone again and repeated: "Everyone has dealt with this adult who died 14 years ago."

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