The man sitting in the imperial chair still had his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the cold footsteps of "da da" stopped.

A dull silence.

The man standing, with his cold smokey eyes, looked down slightly, looking at the man with his eyes closed in front of him, his anger became deeper and deeper.

Sudden----

A "pop" sound broke the suffocating silence.

It was the black file bag that Ji Zefeng had been holding tightly in his hand. He ruthlessly threw it towards the crimson luxurious and high-end desk in front of him, and made a harsh sound.

Tighten---

The closed and calm eyes opened suddenly!

The face that looked calm suddenly became cold because of the sudden opening of the eyes, making people unable to help but want to retreat.

"What's this?"

The man said the thick and domineering voice without any ups and downs. His eyes opened and he looked at the black bag on the desk that was smashing in front of him.

It was obviously just a light question. If I had not had strong tolerance, I would have been so scared that I could not speak at this time.

Then, Ji Chentian looked at the man standing opposite him---

His son.

But his son, who regarded him as an enemy, had never spoken to him of "Daddy" son. At this moment, he was looking at his son coldly with his deep smoke eyes.

.

Looking at the man who looked at him calmly, Ji Zefeng's anger and hatred that was covered in his heart began to surge in a frenzy.

He was able to talk to himself so calmly.

Twenty years have passed.

Ji Zefeng never called this man "Dad"!

Twenty years ago, Ji Zefeng was taken away from his mother by the man in front of him, and the moment his mother was forced to death by this man, Ji Zefeng began to hate this man crazily!

Even one night, Ji Zefeng pointed the black muzzle at the man's head!

At that time, as long as he gently pressed the trigger, all the bloodthirsty hatred that was like a demon in his heart would be relieved...

However, the moment he pulled the trigger, he thought of his mother.

That poor woman, at the last moment of death, her beautiful face was no longer bloody, as white as a piece of paper, and the blood on the corners of her mouth continued to seep out, dyeing the plain and pure white red on her mother's body

skirt.

The blood-red and charming words of each flower hurt the heart of the boy who was only ten years old at that time, and also awakened the dark heart of the demon emperor sealed by the boy.

His poor mother, until she died, still held his hand and said to him with difficulty:

"Feng, help me take good care of your father, he will be a good father..."

Haha, take good care of your father? Is it a good father?

How sad and ridiculous!

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He ruined the peaceful life he had originally been with his mother and forced his mother to death. Now, is he going to destroy the happiness he finally found?!!!

He actually looked at himself so calmly and asked him, "What is this?"!!!

Thinking--

Ji Zefeng's stiff body, the crazy evil and dark factors in his body, became even more boiling, rushing around in the blood, trying hard to suppress his heart, and his heart began to drip.

The man who has transformed into a dark emperor has a cold and cold smile on his lips, and his deep smokey eyes shot out a cold blade. He looked straight at the sitting man with thin lips.
Chapter completed!