Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

   Chapter 633 Fate

   Chapter 633 Fate

   His eyes are not eyes and his nose is not nose, so he vented his anger on Yan Qingyun.

When    was so angry that he lost control, he reached out and pinched Yan Qingyun a few times.

  Yan Qingyun was stunned. He never thought that Yan Zhiyuan would be so arrogant without human relations, and even his own father dared to do it. Does he know what he is doing, and does he know the consequences of doing so.

No matter what happens to him, he is still a second-rank minister. If he is dead, many people will come to express condolences. Friends and enemies, even if it is only a little bit, but as long as someone sees something wrong, it will be an autopsy. Under the autopsy, what will happen? Can't hide.

   friend, won't watch him die suddenly and strangely.

   The enemy will not be able to. The enemy is eager to break things up and let him die without peace. No matter who does it, the result will not be good.

  Waiting for Yan Zhiyuan, he didn't even dare to think about the consequences.

  This son is so stupid that he can forget even this point. Thinking that all his teachings for so many years are useless, Yan Qingyun only feels blood rushing from his throat, and blood drips from the corner of his mouth.

   Yan Zhiyuan sneered: "Now you know how angry you are? What are you doing, look at you, what is the use of flattering, what is the use of flattering, do you know how many boxes of good things are brought into Qi Mansion?"

"That old immortal from the Qi family is also disgusting. He even prepared a martial arts banquet for this, saying that it was a compliment to the martial arts. He took out a few treasured swords to give away, and invited so many people, but he didn't invite us. You are still giving good things to old things, and people, do they take you seriously?"

  The Yan family was not invited to the banquet hosted by the Qi family, which made Yan Zhiyuan feel very angry.

  All the anger, Yan Zhiyuan recklessly sent Yan Qingyun.

After venting enough, he sorted out his clothes and said lightly: "Right, I don't know if you still remember, there was a little Taoist priest beside Su Xiaolu at the gate of Qi Mansion on New Year's Day. He came today and said he was with a Breaking the fate can solve the confusion in your heart, that little Taoist priest is a blind man, he came alone, and I drove him out."

   Yan Qingyun's face was distorted, he was really angry, he felt that his body was about to explode with anger, and blood was constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth, but even so, he was still not dead.

Yan Zhiyuan looked at this and showed a smile: "Dad, what confusion is there in your heart, I'm still curious, do you want to know why you don't take Su Chong Su Hua seriously? Or something else? It's a pity that you can't speak now, and I won't let you speak anymore, and the confusion in your heart can only end without a problem, you can take it into the coffin yourself."

   Yan Qingyun's eyes were all red, looking like he was about to explode, Yan Zhiyuan felt relieved when he saw it.

  Although he wanted to know, Yan Qingyun couldn't tell, he was happier when he was holding his breath, so it didn't matter if he didn't know.

   Excited to play Yan Qingyun, Yan Zhiyuan got up and left.

   After he left, the old servant got up, walked over to take a look at Yan Qingyun, sighed and said in a low voice, "Master, why are you doing this?"

   "Old slave knows that you are suffering... alas..."

  The old servant carefully wiped the blood from the corner of Yan Qingyun's mouth.

   was so angry that he couldn't let it go, and he suffered when he saw it.

   Yan Qingyun's body trembled slightly, he also wanted to let go, wanted to die, but he couldn't let go, he couldn't die, he was not reconciled.

   Every moment and every moment of life is an excruciating torture.

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  The calf was invited out of the house. The servant saw that he would not leave, and the servant said helplessly: "Little Taoist, you should leave quickly. Our little master doesn't allow you to enter, and there is nothing anyone can do."

  Cow's expression was solemn, he didn't say a word, and sat down in front of the house cross-legged.

  The little servant looked at him stubborn, shook his head helplessly, and went in without saying anything, he was just a servant, he couldn't do anything.

  I am a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, I cannot protect myself, how can I control others.

   He almost fell into a doomed place just now, but he no longer dared to interfere in this trivial matter.

  Cow sat for several hours. Yan Zhiyuan went out at night and frowned when he saw him. He stepped forward and said, "Why are you still here?"

   "Otherwise, this is the case. My father is sick now, and I am in charge of everything at home. I have the final say, and you and I say the same."

   Yan Zhiyuan originally wanted to drive the cow away, but after thinking about it, he changed his mind again.

  Cowboy saluted, and then said, "Xiaodao does have a word for his fate."

  Yan Zhiyuan came to be interested: "What? I think you can order something, then you can tell me, will I get what I want in the future?"

   Yan Zhiyuan is very ambitious. He thinks that Cow Cub is still Su Xiaolu's friend. He should be good at it. If he speaks nicely, he will feel more comfortable when he thinks about it.

   He looked at the cow with empty eyes, and immediately doubted: "You can't see with your eyes, what's your ability to eat?"

  Yan Zhiyuan has no manners or respect, and the calf is not angry. He still has a gentle face, and said lightly: "I don't rely on my eyes to see, I rely on my feelings. The fate of people is now in danger without knowing it, and the current situation is like walking on thin ice..."

"Shut up, what bullshit, this officer is now in the midst of luck, what **** are you talking about, you and the Su family are the same raccoon dog, it's not a good thing, hurry up, if you don't leave, don't blame this officer for not treating you polite."

   He only listened to two sentences, but Yan Zhiyuan didn't want to listen to it anymore. There was not a word he liked to hear from the cowboy.

His response was also very simple, he raised his head contemptuously, and said coldly: "I was still thinking, if you say it well, I will let you see my father, who knows that you can't spit out ivory from your dog's mouth, and you say you are here. To solve my father's confusion, I think you are here to **** him off, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, go away."

  Cow didn't want to see his father, so he wouldn't allow him to see him.

   Take the words to anger him, he won't be angry with him, just go back to anger, Yan Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes, ready to admire the remorse of the cow.

   But after he finished speaking, the cowboy's expression didn't change at all, he didn't say anything, tapped the blind stick and turned away.

"damn it-"

   Yan Zhiyuan gritted his teeth angrily, turned his head and said, "Remember this little Taoist priest, next time you see him coming, just drive him away, if he doesn't leave, he will be driven away."

  If the cows come again, they will not have such good luck.

It was already dark and the calf hadn't come back yet. The Su family was a little worried about him. After listening to Old Man Wu's explanation, Su Sanlang and Zhao felt distressed for the calf. He prayed.

  Su Xiaolu was a little down, but he could only respect it. Only Chen Xing sat outside the door and waited. He firmly believed that he would not break his promise if he pulled the hook.

   (end of this chapter)