Fuquan was tense all over and asked vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

Tianhao wandered around Fuquan's face with scorching eyes: "I want to kill you."

The cold and stiff feeling instantly locked down all Fuquan's movements.

He knew he could not escape.

The sound of rapid footsteps came from the tower. Soon, Tian Kuang led a few tall warriors to the top of the tower. They were fully armed and stood in a circle around Fuquan, with cold and cruel eyes as if they were looking at a dead person.

Fuquan completely collapsed. Before he realized that tears had burst out from his eyes, he cried and begged: "Ahao, you can't do this, I...I have helped you!"

"Yes! You did help me, and this is the problem that makes me feel troubled." Tianhao smacked his lips, pretending to be sad, "Your cloth is too expensive, I can't afford it, and you don't want to lower the price... I'm really worried, what do you think should I do?"

"I will sell it to you at the price you said, I will sell it... all of it." Fuquan grabbed the life-saving straw and begged for mercy like crazy.

"But if you do this, you will suffer a lot!" Tianhao looked at him with a smile: "And I want a lot of things. Except for the existing part, I want all the fabrics in the future."

"No problem, I can make the decision, I will give it to you." Fuquan didn't think much about it. He nodded wildly at a fierce rhythm, unable to wait to leave this terrible place.

Tianhao patted his shoulder with satisfaction: "Remember what you said."

"Can I leave now?" Fuquan tried his best to control his voice.

Tianhao nodded slightly and signaled Tiankuang and others to give way.

Looking at Fuquan who was running downstairs, Tian Kuang frowned and made a rough voice: "Third brother, it would be too cheap to let him go like this, right? You said you wanted to kill him just now. Now that you asked him to go back, Zuosuozhai will definitely be wary of it. Maybe you will ask Mulu City for help. By then, things will not be as simple as it is now."

"I did it on purpose." Tianhao stood up and answered casually.

Tian Kuang was already very familiar with the tone and style of his speech: "Is this your plan?"

Tianhao nodded: "Let him go back and send a letter to Lu Qingxi and test his reaction."

Tian Kuang knew something about this matter, and he suddenly felt: "I guess Lu Qingyuan should almost die. So, will Lu Qingxi become the next king of the stag?"

"So I have to understand what he is thinking at the moment." Tianhao raised his right hand and gently tapped his forehead on his right: "There are more than 1,300 people in Zuosuo Village. As long as they are sent out, they can be easily solved. The key to the problem is that we have to face the chain reactions of other tribes next."

Tian Kuang's way of thinking is much more open than in the past: "Are you worried that other tribes will unite to deal with us?"

"Yes! The rafters that stand out will rot first; the wood is in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. Too good existence is always jealous and then hated." Tianhao sighed, and his voice also sounded a little calmer: "We destroyed the steel teeth, and the pig tribe has not been moved. If we send troops to attack Zuosuozhai at this time, it will leave the other tribes with the bad impression that "we are easy to fight". Of course, they are not wrong in thinking this way, but this is the truth."

Tian Kuang frowned and fell into thinking: "If Lu Qingxi took over as the King of the Deer, Zuosuozhai would be his territory, and he would not be able to help us on this issue."

"Wait first and see!" Tianhao's voice was very small, but full of majesty: "It's hard to say such a thing. Maybe, maybe, probably... In short, we still have time, and the news will be released through Fuquan. As long as Lu Qingxi is not an idiot, he will make the right choice."

...

Fuquan, who escaped from Panshi City in a hurry, did not delay for a second. He rushed back to Zuosuo Village as quickly as possible. He first ordered everyone to be on guard, and then summoned the guards, left the village that day and went to Mulu City to report the news.

Running all the way, Fuquan felt more and more afraid the more he thought about it.

The deer and the bull tribe are different from each other. After so many years of peaceful life with Panshi Village, he completely forgot that there is still "tribal war" in the world. If Panshi Village has been weak, peace will last forever. But now, as the Niu Village evolved into a city, the balance has been completely broken, with a total of 40,000 people. Even if it is a warrior per twenty people, it can easily send two thousand troops to completely crush Zuosuo Village.

No wonder they wanted to build roads.

No wonder Tianhao killed the transaction price in one bite.

He does have the confidence to do so.

Let’s look at myself, what can I do?

The only way is to go to Mular City.

King, help me!

...

Hart City.

Lu Qingyuan lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

He is so old that he is simply out of shape now. He has swallowed a lot of fat for a long time, and his loose skin is covered with his body, just like a thin fitter wearing a large coat. His forehead, throat, shoulders, arms, ankles... all the joints are large, and the atrophic muscles cannot be as full as before. The deep eye sockets look very scary, no different from those with anorexia.

A group of flying insects hovered in the air more than ten centimeters from his nostrils, making a disgusting "buzzing" sound.

mosquito?

Or a fly?

The two answers were spinning in Lu Qingyuan's mind, maybe they were both correct answers.

Old and seriously ill patients will emit a strong breath. Rather than taking too much medicine, it is better to say that the passage of life causes rapid failure of organs in the body, poor excretion system, and unclearable for a long time, and mix in a foul odor and turbid environment.

It's summer now and the sun is shining brightly outside.

Lu Qingyuan was so cold that he shivered, and his body was covered with two thick quilts and felt cold all over.

A ray of breeze blew out of the window, rolling up the dust and slight debris on the floor, flew into the air, dancing gracefully under Lu Qingyuan's hazy gaze, slowly falling.

He saw a lot of hair.

Very thin, dry and yellow.

That's my hair.

I don’t know when my hair has fallen so badly. When I get up in the morning, I raise my hand and touch it casually. They fall in large numbers, as if autumn leaves are about to reach the end of my life.

In the corridor outside the room, familiar footsteps came.

A few seconds later, Lu Qingxi pushed the door from outside. He walked slowly to the bed with a plate in his hand, leaned down and asked with concern with a smile: "Dad, do you feel better?"

His smile was obviously overly enthusiastic, beautiful and hypocritical, like a beautiful petal full of toxic juice... Unfortunately, Lu Qingyuan didn't know anything before, and he didn't understand this truth until recently.

There is a pot and a cup on the plate.

Lu Qingyuan widened his eyes and watched his son pick up the pot, poured a glass of water, holding it in his hands and deliver it to him with indescribable respect and concern.

"Dad, it's time to take medicine." His voice was gentle and beautiful, not like a man, but more like a delicate and gentle woman.

"...I... won't drink." The old man's voice was extremely hoarse. If he didn't listen carefully, it would be difficult to tell that he was actually roaring.

"You are sick." Lu Qingxi's persuasion was simple, even a bit rough.

Looking at his expression of expectation that was revealed on his face without any concealment, Lu Qingyuan let out a hoarse and angry roar: "Do you hope I will die now?"

He knew he was poisoned.

That happened two months ago.

Xiao Cui?

Little flower?

Or Cuihua?

In short, it is a name similar to this. She is her wife's maid. Although she works in the city lord's mansion, she looks average and has a bad figure. She is thin and short, and can be no more than two meters. Lu Qingyuan has no interest in this ugly woman at all. The reason why she left her is because this woman is soft-hearted, obedient and obedient, looks like she is easy to control and will never be slandered.

The war failed, the eldest son was killed, and the second son became a useless man. Lu Qingyuan, who was hit even further, was discouraged and began to focus all his attention on his youngest son. But it was from that time that Lu Qingyuan felt that his health was getting worse and worse, and often couldn't breathe, and felt that his eyes were black, his chest was stuffy, and he ate less. Sometimes he had no appetite all day long. It was already very good to drink a few sips of porridge occasionally.

He knew that he would aging one day, but he never thought that this day would come so quickly.

Lu Qingyuan never doubted Lu Qingxi. If even his own son could not be believed, then the world would be completely full of traitors and enemies.

Late that night, the maid sneaked into Lu Qingyuan's room. Her eyes shone, as if she had dug up a peerless treasure. The woman approached Lu Qingyuan, who was half asleep and half awake, and covered his mouth with her hands, so that he would not be afraid and let him be patient and not shout.

"King, someone wants to harm you." This is what she said at that time.

After living for decades, what did Lu Qingyuan have ever seen? He felt that the maid should not be nonsense, nor was she crazy about gains and losses. So he nodded slightly and signaled her to continue talking.

This is a very scheming woman. She did not tell Lu Qingyuan the truth directly, but used it as a bargaining chip to seek benefits: "King, as long as you marry me, I will tell you everything."

you?

Be my wife?

Lu Qingyuan wanted to laugh, and then instinctively wanted to call the guards and arrest this bold woman.

"I know you don't believe it, but I'm telling the truth." She squatted in front of the bed, saying a lot about Lu Qingyuan's physical changes.

King, do you feel that you have no strength to walk and pant and beating?

King, do you often feel that your mouth is bitter and don’t want to eat?

King, do you feel your eyes are getting blurry, you just want to sleep all day long, and your body is soft and you don’t want to move?

"What do you know?" Lu Qingyuan began to be alert. He felt that this woman was not as bold as she wanted to replace her wife.

The maid refused to say anything, but she really didn't show off the rabbit. She kept asking Lu Qingyuan to admit her identity as a wife and said bluntly: "Either order to kill your current wife, or you will die."

"Okay, I promise you." Lu Qingyuan controlled his anger and agreed casually.

"That won't work. You have to write it down, or swear to the gods." The maid is not stupid, she is very smart.

Lu Qingyuan chose to swear.

When people get old, some things are open to seeing. When they worship the illusory gods for their lifetime, they are the most uncomfortable and difficult times. They cry and pray to the gods for help. However, the days pass by, the miracles of hope have not appeared, and their bodies have not improved. Now they hear terrible news from the maids... Lu Qingyuan has doubts about the gods, and at the same time, death is approaching. In the face of his own multiple-choice question of his head and deceiving the gods to punish him, he must have the only choice.

The maid believed Lu Qingyuan's oath. She told the respected patriarch: Your biological son poisoned you in food and drinks, and he was going to kill you.

My son?

Lu Qingxi?

The fragmented scenes deep in his head were connected at that moment. Lu Qingyuan recalled many details that he ignored: the youngest son always persuaded himself to drink, and later he kept persuaded himself to take medicine. His face always had a smile, and his worried expression was so clear. He knelt in front of him many times and begged to eat. If he refused, his eyes would show sadness and tears.
To be continued...