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Chapter 639 Immortal

Yan Qingyun refused to let go of such torture, no doubt he was enduring great pain.

Why bother, Yan Zhiyuan has lost his conscience.

Two lines of tears flowed from Yan Qingyun's eyes. He wanted to die, but every time, he would wake up from the intense suffocation.

He himself didn't know why, why he just couldn't die.

Yan Zhiyuan said that he was a monster, and he himself thought it was, but he knew better that he was not. If he was a monster, why would he be unable to move.

He was still Yan Qingyun, he didn't know how long this torture would last, but if God wanted to torture him like this, he could only bear it, in endless pain, waiting for the end to come.

It's just that he couldn't say these words.

The old servant tidied up Yan Qingyun and then withdrew. Before closing the door, he could still hear his sigh.

He didn't dare to feed Yan Qingyun, Yan Zhiyuan had a weird and vicious temper, Yan Qingyun could have endured it, but if he ate something and would never die, Yan Zhiyuan became angry and these servants couldn't bear it.

The room fell silent.

Not long after, there was a sound from the window.

Soon, Su Xiaolu and Su Chong came in.

They were also surprised to see that Yan Qingyun was not dead yet.

Su Chong asked in a low voice: "Little Lu, it's a little strange."

Su Xiaolu nodded, it was indeed a little strange, Yan Zhiyuan struck so ruthlessly, it stands to reason that Yan Qingyun could not have any way out.

What went wrong?

Su Xiaolu sat down by the bed and felt Yan Qingyun's pulse.

Yan Qingyun shook his head desperately, don't save him——

Even so, he didn't want to be rescued.

Su Xiaolu looked at Yan Qingyun shaking her head with a small arc, she said lightly: "Don't want to live anymore?"

Yan Qingyun nodded with difficulty.

"Your pulse condition is very strange, and all internal organs are in a state of exhaustion. Logically speaking, such a body should die."

Su Xiaolu withdrew her hand, Yan Qingyun's pulse was completely that of a dead person, her internal organs were broken into a sieve, even if it was her, it was impossible for Yan Qingyun to speak a word.

The elixir, the elixir is useless to Yan Qingyun, his body is full of loopholes, and he can't keep it up.

But what exactly is supporting Yan Qingyun so that he can't let go of this breath, Su Xiaolu thinks it should be thoughts.

Yan Qingyun's own thoughts are now recovering, and anything that is powerful at a certain moment may get something unexpected.

"Do you still have any wishes?"

Su Xiaolu looked at Yan Qingyun and asked in a low voice.

Yan Qingyun's eyes dimmed for a moment, what wish he could have was nothing more than——

His eyes changed, and everything suddenly became clear, it turned out to be like this, it turned out to be like this, but who can explain it to him.

Who can tell him the answer he wants to know.

Yan Qingyun suddenly remembered what the boy reported that day, that little Taoist priest, but Yan Zhiyuan had already driven him away.

What should he do?

Su Xiaolu and Su Chong left after watching Yan Qingyun. Su Chong went home, but before Su Xiaolu went back, she went to see Yan Zhiyuan.

Yan Zhiyuan was terribly frightened, and he was still awake at the moment, walking back and forth in the room.

His face was a little pale, and he walked outside the main courtyard and turned back several times, as if there were ghosts in the main courtyard.

He dared not go in.

In the middle of the night, all the servants were called in for interrogation, and whoever dared to cover it up would sell it directly.

When pressed, someone named out the old servant who served Yan Qingyun, saying that he seemed to have fed something to the elder when he saw him.

The old servant immediately knelt down and begged Yan Zhiyuan to spare his life. Yan Zhiyuan asked sharply: "Old man, tell me, did you give him something good to eat?"

"My lord, please forgive me. The villain dare not. The villain has not. The villain has only fed water to the elder twice, and nothing else."

He did not feed a lot of water a few times, but only a little.

That little bit of water is useless at all, Yan Qingyun can survive for so long, it is definitely not him

The reason for feeding that little water.

Yan Zhiyuan was furious: "You dare to disobey my order, come here, and sell this old thing that eats all kinds of things."

Whether it's a little water or something, all he needs is an excuse to vent.

This old servant has followed Yan Qingyun for many years. Every time he is scolded, this old man will watch him, he is very shrewd.

In order not to let him go out and talk nonsense, Yan Zhiyuan ordered again: "Give him a bowl of dumb medicine, such a thing that is both positive and negative, so that he won't go out and chew his tongue."

The old servant was disheartened, and he knew that this disaster could not be avoided.

Yan Zhiyuan would settle accounts with him sooner or later, but it happened to be today.

He broke free from the restraint, pointed at Yan Zhiyuan and cursed: "You inhumane bastard, you will have retribution. God will watch what you did to the old man. Just wait and see."

"The fact that you tortured your own father and killed your father will sooner or later be known by the world, and you will bear the scorn of future generations forever. Even if you die, you will be nailed to the pillar of shame and whipped by future generations..."

The old servant also went all out, anyway, he couldn't escape, so it's better to have a good time before dying.

He has learned from Yan Zhiyuan, but he is just a servant. As soon as Yan Zhiyuan gave an order, someone squeezed his chin and poured dumb medicine

.

He could no longer speak.

But it doesn't matter, he didn't want to live a life, desperate for this old life, but also let Yan Zhiyuan leave a psychological shadow.

The old servant broke free from the confinement, rushed to the pillar under the porch and hit his head with blood. He pointed at Yan Zhiyuan and cursed viciously: "You bastard with no morals or filial piety, I curse you, you will never get out of your father's shadow for the rest of your life, In the future, if you dream back at midnight, you will have no peace!"

The old servant was already old, and he didn't live long. Today, he bumped himself into a pillar and was given dumb drugs. After cursing, he died soon.

The blood was winding on the ground, which was very shocking.

The servants all lowered their heads, not daring to breathe, for fear of offending Yan Zhiyuan at this time.

The old servant's action made Yan Zhiyuan very angry, and he ordered viciously: "Drag this old thing to the mass grave to feed the dogs!"

Yan Zhiyuan was brutal and no one dared to protest.

After dealing with the servants, Yan Zhiyuan still couldn't relieve his anger.

In the next two days, people came to visit Yan Qingyun one after another, but he declined them all.

Yan Zhiyuan also asked for leave. He was so flustered that he waited outside the courtyard. When the servants came out of the main courtyard, he frowned and asked, "How is it, how is my father?"

Now Yan Zhiyuan didn't dare to see Yan Qingyun at all, so for the past two days, his servants went in to see if Yan Qingyun was dead, and he didn't care if he didn't eat or drink.

The servant lowered his head and replied: "Go back to the lord, the lord is still alive."

Yan Qingyun is indeed still alive, even if he still hasn't changed in any way, his tone cannot be broken.