Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

Chapter 638 Killing the Father 2

Yan Zhiyuan struck ruthlessly, pressing the pillow firmly.

But Yan Qingyun suffocated and struggled quickly.

He still raised his hand with difficulty, and waved to Su Chong and Su Xiaolu who were watching this scene with their own eyes. He believed that Su Chong and Su Xiaolu's intelligence would definitely understand what he wanted to convey.

Even if Yan Zhiyuan is stupid and unfilial and kills his father, he would like to go back to the past and kill this son, but he still has to consider for the grandchildren of the Yan family.

His death is irreversible, but as long as Yan Zhiyuan handles it nicely and doesn't let others see it, everything will be fine.

And Yan Zhiyuan was killing his father. Afterwards, when he calmed down, he must be more thoughtful. People can often burst out amazing minds in extreme situations. This is something anyone can do, including Yan Zhiyuan.

Su Chong and Su Xiaolu did understand.

Su Chong frowned, he looked at Su Xiaolu: "Xiaolu, shall we save it or not?"

Su Xiaolu shook his head: "If you don't save him, you will save him. Let's go, tell the second brother first."

Don't save each other, this is what Yan Qingyun wants, they are helping him, they are actually saving him.

Because at this time they showed up to rescue Yan Qingyun, Yan Zhiyuan couldn't stand doing such a thing.

Yan Qingyun wants to use his life to defend Yan Zhiyuan, this is his choice, if they really want to save people, they should respect Yan Qingyun's choice.

Su Xiaolu and Su Chong gently closed the tiles and left.

Yan Zhiyuan became cruel, and rode on the bed with his whole body, pressing Yan Qingyun tightly, until his struggle became smaller and smaller and finally stopped, and Yan Zhiyuan stopped.

He took the pillow and stretched out his hand to wipe Yan Qingyun's eyes that refused to close.

Panting heavily, he muttered to himself: "Father, you can't blame me. You taught me. If you want to blame it, you blame yourself. Who told you to give birth to me."

Yan Zhiyuan calmed down, wiped the sweat off his face, he got up, and was about to tidy up Yan Qingyun. He had killed his father, and he was going to hold a funeral for Yan Qingyun, so no one would be able to see anything.

He still understood this.

But he asked his servants to bring warm water to scrub Yan Qingyun. While washing and washing, he heard Yan Qingyun open his mouth and inhale heavily.

Yan Zhiyuan was startled, the water basin was overturned.

He took a few steps back, watching this scene almost in horror, why didn't he die, why didn't he die?

Yan Qingyun stared at Yan Zhiyuan, and made a wheezing sound, this rebellious son actually killed his father.

After calming down, Yan Qingyun felt desolate again, why he still couldn't die, the pain of suffocation, passed out, and finally woke up from suffocation, his lungs hurt as if they were about to be torn, all these signs told him, He is still alive, living in pain.

"Master, do you need help?"

The movement inside the house alarmed the guards outside, and they asked aloud.

Yan Zhiyuan said immediately: "No, no one is allowed in."

Yan Qingyun is not dead yet, but he still can't do anything, can't move, can't speak.

Yan Zhiyuan boldly stepped forward and stretched out his hand, testing his breath.

Still breathing, really not dead.

Yan Zhiyuan also calmed down from his fear at the beginning, and he said displeasedly: "Father, your life is really long. You haven't died without eating or drinking for so many days, and you are still willing to leave when your son personally sends you on the road. Then don't blame your son for being rude to you, you have to suffer more."

"It's your fault too. If you die once, you won't have to suffer again. Who made your life so hard, if you can't die once, then you can only suffer again. I can't do it this time. You don't die this time. .”

Yan Zhiyuan showed a ruthless look, and after finishing speaking, he took the pillow and covered Yan Qingyun's cheeks, mouth and nose again.

This time, he pressed it for longer than last time. After Yan Qingyun didn't move, he pressed it for a long time before taking it off.

He tested Yan Qingyun's pulse for a long time, but it was true that there was no pulse, and this time it must be safe.

Yan Zhiyuan sat limply in front of the bed.

After half an hour, he regained his composure, and when he was about to tidy up Yan Qingyun, he found that Yan Qingyun was alive again.

His eyes were angry, as if he wanted to peel him alive.

Yan Zhiyuan was frightened for a moment, but he calmed down quickly. He made a move once, and then a second time. Are you afraid of the third time?

So this time, without saying a word, he just took the pillow and pressed it on Yan Qingyun.

He was afraid that Yan Qingyun would not die, so he went to get a wet handkerchief, first covered Yan Qingyun's mouth and nose, and then pressed it with a pillow.

This time, Yan Qingyun quickly stopped moving.

Yan Zhiyuan didn't dare to come down, and continued to press down.

But when he came down to rest for some time, and was about to tidy up Yan Qingyun, he found that Yan Qingyun came back to life again.

His eyes were red with anger.

The fourth time he did it, Yan Zhiyuan was no longer calm, and his hands were trembling. No matter how hard he convinced himself, he felt that this was abnormal.

Every time he strikes, he shows no mercy. Under normal circumstances, Yan Qingyun would never come back to life. Every time he dies, but every time after a while, he can come back to life.

This time, it took a long time and it was already dark outside. When the servants came to ask him if he wanted to eat, he yelled at them.

It has been a long time, at least more than an hour. It is impossible for a person to not breathe for such a long time without dying. He turned over

Get down, sit trembling and limp on the edge of the bed, staring at the unresponsive Yan Zhiyuan without blinking.

He was praying silently in his heart, don't come back to life, don't come back to life again.

He can do it once, twice or three times, but when he finds out that something is wrong, he will feel terrible if he does it again.

The fourth and fifth time, each time his hands trembled and his heart beat like thunder.

He prayed in his heart that Yan Qingyun would not come back to life again, but God didn't seem to hear his prayer.

Under Yan Zhiyuan's horrified gaze, Yan Qingyun calmed down again, he still stared at Yan Zhiyuan, his lips were crooked and trembling slightly.

He seemed to have a lot to say, but he couldn't say anything at this moment.

"Why, why—why—what are you, you are not my father, you are not my father—"

Yan Zhiyuan was frightened. This time, he didn't dare to do anything. How can anyone die again and again and come back to life again and again.

Yan Zhiyuan stumbled to his feet and ran away as if fleeing for his life.

After Yan Zhiyuan left, the old servant entered the room, looked at the dying Yan Qingyun, sighed softly, silently picked up the water basin and handkerchief on the ground, and slowly scrubbed Yan Qingyun.

"My lord, why are you bothering—let it go and go with peace of mind." The old servant sighed, Yan Zhiyuan didn't go out all day after his appointment, and it can be said that he tortured Yan Qingyun in the house all day.