Nong Hanwu's eyes were red and slitted, and he screamed, "If you dare to do this to me, the farmer will not let you go!"
"farmhouse?"
Zuo Buliu looked at him with a half-smile and said, "You dare to snatch your own father's treasure, and you still expect him to stand up for you?"
Nong Hanwu's face froze, and then he realized his situation. The other party had already known it well, and it was a joke to threaten Zuo Buliu with the peasant family.
"It looks like, it really looks like."
Zuo Buliu looked at him carefully and praised him, "I don't know how that woman did it."
The last time I saw Nong Hanwu was in the illusion created by Nangong Ling.
That "Nong Hanwu" is just a product created by Nangong Ling, and is obviously not the same person as the second young master of the farm family in front of him.
However, the appearance of the two parties is actually 70-80% similar. At a glance, it may even be mistaken for the real thing. I don't know how Nangong Ling can restore him to such an extent with only the information about these scales and claws in his mind.
He couldn't help but secretly marvel at that woman's incredible abilities.
"Stop talking!"
Nong Hanwu felt the pressure on his face suddenly increase, and he was in agony. He shouted hoarsely, "Kill if you want to!"
He looked like he was dead, but his right hand was holding on to the chessboard with no intention of letting go.
"Tell me how Yuehua died, and then hand over the Youhuang chessboard."
Zuo Buliu looked at him calmly, "How about I spare your life, Zuo?"
"I told you that he died of illness!"
Nong Hanwu's face was uncertain, and he kept saying the same thing over and over again, "Don't you understand what people are saying?"
"What disease?"
Zuo Buliu's face gradually darkened, and he felt as if the conversation had entered an endless loop.
"Who the hell knows what disease she has?"
Nong Hanwu's answer did not change at all, "Maybe he was a tuberculosis before he got married?"
"fart!"
Zuo Buliu frowned, his expression gloomy to the extreme, and the strength on his feet became heavier unconsciously, "Yuehua's body and bones are very healthy!"
Under the severe pain, Nong Hanwu fell into a semi-conscious state, unable to even speak, and it was impossible to reply if he wanted to.
"Give you a way to survive."
Zuo Buliu relaxed his right foot slightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger. It could be heard from his voice that his patience was rapidly declining, "You are so ungrateful."
"It's just an ugly woman, so you will treat her as a treasure."
Nong Hanwu was so angry that he broke the jar and said, "I have never seen her again after my wedding. How do I know what happened to her?"
"What!"
Zuo Buliu's expression changed, "Is this true?"
"nonsense!"
Nong Hanwu felt the pain subside and regained his ability to speak, "She is just a victim of a family marriage. How can she really be regarded as a peasant mistress? Letting her stay in the peasant family with food and drink is already considered a kindness of the young master."
"Yuehua she..."
Zuo Buliu asked out of nowhere, "Is it true that I didn't die in your hands?"
"I?"
Nong Hanwu looked confused, "Why should I kill her?"
The two of them looked at me, and I looked at you, their big eyes staring at each other, and the surroundings suddenly fell into silence.
yes!
Why do I think Yuehua died at the hands of Nong Hanwu?
Zuo Buliu's mind was racing, he had so many thoughts, and his face suddenly became complicated.
It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that there had never been any evidence that Zuo Yuehua's death was directly related to Nong Hanwu.
The reason why he regarded the second son of the farmer as the enemy who killed his sister was because the other party had a bad reputation, and the farmer was very indifferent to Zuo Yuehua's death, which inevitably aroused suspicion.
Secondly, it was because of the illusion that Nangong Ling allowed him to see.
In that false world, Nong Hanwu's treatment of Zuo Yuehua was extremely cruel and perverted. It severely stimulated Zuo Buliu's nerves. Even though he knew it was fake, it still made him full of feelings for Young Master Nong.
hostility.
When I came back to my senses, this hatred had been rooted deep in my soul and could never go away.
The Nong Hanwu in front of him was even different in appearance from the man in the fantasy, but at the moment when his identity was confirmed, Zuo Buliu had already developed a deep disgust and hatred for him from the bottom of his heart, and instinctively thought
You have to step on his head on the ground and rub it hard.
Could it be that all this...
Is it all that woman’s conspiracy?
Is it to provoke conflict between the royal court and the peasant family?
The more he thought about it, the more ugly Zuo Buliu's expression became. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he stayed there for a long time, unable to speak.
"Master Zuo."
As if aware of his confusion, Li Chen asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"I always thought that Yuehua was
It should be said that the peasants were tortured to death by Nong Hanwu."
Zuo Buliu's expression was gloomy, and after a long while he smiled bitterly and said, "If what this person said is true, then I'm afraid I didn't come here out of my true intentions, but someone took advantage of me and took advantage of my emotions."
"I heard from Mr. Nong that he did not fulfill his responsibilities as a husband after marrying my sister."
Li Chen suddenly understood and comforted her softly, "For a woman, being ignored by her newlywed husband is undoubtedly a great shame. My sister's poor health since then may not be without this psychological factor."
"You said that."
Zuo Buliu touched his nose and chuckled, "It seems to make some sense."
"Although I had not yet joined the farm family at that time."
Li Chen stroked his beard and laughed, "But based on my understanding of the farm family, almost all the young masters in the family lineage are arrogant and domineering people who do all kinds of evil. Even if they do it with their eyes closed, they can't kill innocent people by mistake. So,
No matter what the truth is about your sister's death, you don't have to feel guilty."
"I see."
Zuo Buliu nodded, convinced, "We've already come, there's no point in continuing to struggle. No matter how Yuehua died, I find this person extremely distasteful, so I might as well just kill him and still get something."
It’s a divine weapon, it’s worth it.”
As he spoke, he exerted a little force with his right foot and stepped hard on Nong Hanwu's head into the ground again. He raised his right hand high and bent his five fingers into claws. The top of each finger was shining with a bright white light, fierce.
The second young master Nong's expression suddenly changed with murderous intent.
"The Youhuang chessboard was made by the first-generation family head and hundreds of masters of weapon refining. Since then, it has been fused with the essence and blood of previous family heads. It is the treasure of my farm family. Only the direct bloodline of the farm family can refine it.
change."
An idea came to him, and he suddenly endured the severe pain and shouted loudly, "Kill me, and even if you get the chessboard, it will be nothing more than a piece of scrap metal, which has no meaning at all!"
"So what?"
Zuo Buliu shrugged and said disapprovingly, "You are not the only direct descendant of the farm family."
"Now in this farmhouse, there are only three people who are qualified to let the chessboard claim its owner, and that is Nong Zangfeng, Nong Xugu and this young master."
Nong Hanwu gritted his teeth and said, "Who else can you find besides me?"
"That's true."
Li Chen clapped his hands at the side and said with a smile, "Even if Nong Zangfeng dies, he will never succumb to us, and that idiot Nongxugu has already fallen into the hands of Sui Tu, and he wants to save people from such a large army.
, it’s not an easy thing to calculate like this
Come down, Nong Hanwu is really our only choice."
Nongxu Valley fell into the hands of Litu Zhibin?
In this case, wouldn’t I become the sole heir of the farm family?
If you had known this, why would you have fallen out with Nong Zangfeng so quickly?
Anyway, the position of head of the family will be mine sooner or later!
Nong Hanwu was startled and couldn't help but glance at Night Fury. For the first time, he felt a little dissatisfied with him for encouraging him to snatch the chessboard.
"What are you so happy about?"
Zuo Buliu glared at Li Chen angrily, "Without any other choice, doesn't it mean we have to be controlled by him?"
"Have you forgotten me?"
Li Chen walked slowly to Nong Hanwu, squatted down, and reached out to grab the chessboard in his arms, "I am also the confidant of the young master of the farm family, and I always know more than others."
As soon as these words came out, Nong Hanwu's heart skipped a beat, and a look of nervousness suddenly appeared on his face.
"How to say?"
Zuo Buliu's eyes lit up and he immediately became interested.
"As he said, if you want Youhuang Chessboard to recognize its owner, you really need the direct bloodline of the farmer."
Li Chen's palms were almost touching the edge of the chessboard, and he said slowly, "But if you just move the chessboard against the enemy, anyone can do it."
Nong Hanwu was about to fight, but Zuo Buliu stepped on his head so hard that he couldn't even move. He could only watch Li Chen snatching the chessboard, and he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of despair in his heart.
The old man's words shocked him so much that one soul left his body and the other soul ascended to heaven.
At the moment when his body was dying, the Night Fury, who was lying on the ground like a dead fish, suddenly jumped up, his movements were like lightning, his sword came out like a dragon, and he stabbed Li Chen hard between the eyebrows.
It seemed that he didn't expect that he still had the strength to move despite being poisoned. Li Chen couldn't help but his face changed drastically, and he instinctively took several steps back.
After forcing Li Chen back with a sword, the Night Fury twisted his slender body in the air, and struck out with another sword with his backhand, heading straight for Zuobuli's throat.
"Huh?"
A strange color flashed in Zuo Buliu's eyes. He turned his body slightly to one side and easily dodged the sharp sword. He didn't take a step back, "What a swordsmanship!"
Being disturbed like this, the fat man's right foot stepped on the second young master's face and he unconsciously raised it a little.
"then!"
Nong Hanwu felt his head loosen, and he barely regained some ability to move. Suddenly his eyes flashed, his arms lifted, and he threw the chessboard in his hand in the direction of the Night Fury, shouting loudly.