Aying smiled on her face, and her face was particularly brilliant.

"Young Master, stop wiping it, the new clothes you bought yesterday."

Nalan Zijian smiled gently, "It doesn't matter, just wash it clean tonight."

Aying nodded and slowly turned her head. The smile on her face gradually replaced by cold and ferocious smile. The murderous aura on her body rose violently. She raised her foot and took three steps forward, and she felt like she was walking from a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Pang Zhiyuan frowned slightly, "If you want to leave, I can't stop you."

Aying chuckled, "Grandpa Pang, give me another knife."

Pang Zhiyuan sighed silently, and his hands drew a Tai Chi figure in the air. Under the urging of the internal energy released from the outside, the air condensed into a circular Tai Chi that could be slightly visible to the naked eye. He saw his five fingers in his right hand crossing the center of Tai Chi together, surrounding it

The air gathered with his palm as the center and condensed into a faintly visible sword energy.

The figure flashed past, and the sword qi rushed straight to Aying's throat.

Aying roared violently, and the roar made the chandelier on the roof rustle.

With a punch, "boom", the fist hit the tip of the knife, blood gradually came out, and the tip of the knife also dimmed a little, and then "boom" with another punch,

A series of harsh sounds sounded in the hall, and Aying's fist was so fast that he could only see the shadow of the fist. As each punch was shot, Pang Zhiyuan took a small step and took a step away.

"Bang"! With a loud bang, the knife energy dissipated, and Aying's fists were covered in blood and flesh, revealing the white bones.

The moment the sword energy disappeared and Aying had no time to return to his fist, Pang Zhiyuan suddenly had his hair and beard spread out and he pressed his palm on Aying's chest.

Aying's body suddenly retreated seven or eight meters back, and returned to Nalan Zijian and Jin Buhuan again. Her heart was so painful that she burst out, her face burst out, and a mouthful of blood was vomited.

Chu Tianling's eyes were full of horror. Last time he saw Daoyi and Xiang Wentian fight in the East China Sea, but he didn't expect that Pang Zhiyuan also reached this level.

Pang Shengde was also surprised and delighted. Pang Zhiyuan had not taken action for many years. Usually, he only felt that his father was unfathomable, but he did not expect that his father had already become halfway into the transformation of gas.

Gao Chang frowned slightly, then regained his indifference, and still looked at Nalan Zijian indifferently.

Skin beads of sweat oozed out of Pang Zhiyuan's forehead, and his dry hands also trembled slightly. He slowly used handprints to guide the inner qi in his body. A series of blows from Aying shattered his knife energy. As the internal qi retaliated, the qi and blood had already been

It was beginning to surging, and there were already signs of injury.

"If you have another palm, you will definitely die."

Aying covered her chest, and blood flowed down the corner of her mouth like silk. Her eyes were full of murderous intent and her teeth were chewing. She took another step and almost slipped down when her feet became soft.

A pair of gentle big hands supported her, Aying looked at Nalan Zijian and showed a sweet smile, "Young Master".

Nalan Zijian gently held Aying's hand, and the back of his hand was covered in blood and white bones could be seen.

"Does it hurt?"

"The young master's hands are very warm and do not hurt."

Nalan Zijian pointed to his chest, "I hurt."

Aying smiled again, this time she smiled with happiness, "Young Master, I have been with you for fifteen years, and you feel sorry for me for the first time."

Nalan Zijian smiled bitterly and said, "Are you happy?"

Aying nodded, "Yeah, happy."

Jin Buhuan was so moved that he wiped his tears, "Nalan Zijian, your damn life is so good. There is still a woman who will never leave you until she dies. Think about it, I am lonely and alone, I am so miserable, I am dead, it's also true

A lonely ghost.”

Pang Zhiyuan did not take action immediately and looked at the two of them indifferently.

"Zi Jian, it's time to turn back, and there is still a chance now."

Nalan Zijian let go of Aying's hand, raised his foot and took two steps, and stood in front of Aying.

"Aying, you have protected me for more than ten years. Let me protect you this time."

Aying felt her eyes wet, and two lines of clear tears and blood flowed on her face covered in blood.

"Young Master, your man looks so handsome when he gets up."

Nalan Zijian sighed, "You haven't seen the most manly look of the young master, I have the chance to let you feel it."

Aying's expression is hard to describe. Her face was covered with blood and tears, but she showed a trace of delicate and shy look on her daughter.

Pang Zhiyuan stepped out step by step, "Zijian, do you think I can't do it?"

Nalan Zijian smiled faintly, "It's good to die at Grandpa Pang's hands."

Pang Zhiyuan approached Nalan Zijian step by step. He could have arrived in an instant with such a short distance, but he walked very slowly.

But no matter how slow you are, there will always be a time to go.

Looking at each other, Pang Zhiyuan's eyes revealed complex emotions that were difficult to describe, including heartache, unbearable, hatred, and fear. After all, Nalan Zijian was the one he grew up watching, and he was the descendant of the Nalan family.

The family has been protecting the Nalan family for several generations. Today he wants to kill the Nalan family with his own hands.

Nalan Zijian's eyes were not afraid, not even a trace of fear. He always smiled, just like when he was a child, he smiled and called him Grandpa Pang.

He doesn't hit the smiling person, let alone hit Nalan Zijian with a smile on his face.

Aying wanted to step forward and stand in front of Nalan Zijian, but Nalan Zijian held his wrist tightly, "Aying, listen to the young master, stand behind me and don't move."

Pang Zhiyuan closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and took a deep breath, "Zijian, go all the way."

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Zuoqiu finally convinced Nalan Ziran to call Nalan Zhenshan.

At this moment, Nalan Zhenshan had already left the villa. He didn't dare to stay nearby. He was afraid that he would be unable to help but stop him. Even if he had run so far, he almost couldn't help but turn back.

The Nalan family has a scholarly family, and the traditional family concept is deeply rooted in the bone marrow. Although internal fighting is inevitable, no matter how it fights, there has never been such a thing as family members killing each other. Even when Nalan Zhenhai and him competed for the position of chairman.

At that time, they had a big fight, but both sides had never had the intention to kill each other. Instead, after the dust settled, Nalan Zhenhai helped him wholeheartedly.

Nalan Zhenshan admitted that he was not a pure scholar, but to kill his nephew, the inner pain and entanglement were indescribable.

The phone rang in his pocket, and Nalan Zhenshan stopped and answered the phone.

"Second uncle, where are you?"

Nalan Zhenshan tried his best to calm down and make his voice sound normal.

"I have something to deal with, so I'll be back later."

"Second uncle, Zuoqiu said that you will leave quickly."

"What did you say"?

"Second uncle, I can't make up my mind, but Zuoqiu said that Zijian must have a backup plan, so I asked you to come back quickly."

Nalan Zhenshan hung up the phone, stood there blankly for two seconds, and suddenly turned around and ran towards the villa. He didn't care whether Nalan Ziran said true or false, nor did he care whether Zijian really had it.

He stepped back, but he found an excuse for himself to stop the action.

While running, he secretly shouted, "Zijian, you have to hold on."
Chapter completed!