Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

   Chapter 638 Killing the Father 2

   Chapter 638 Killing the Father 2

   Yan Zhiyuan made a ruthless attack and pressed the pillow firmly.

   And Yan Qingyun suffocated, and quickly struggled.

   He still raised his hand with difficulty, and waved to Su Chong and Su Xiaolu who were watching this scene with their own eyes. He believed that with the cleverness of Su Chong and Su Xiaolu, they would definitely be able to understand what he wanted to convey.

   Even if Yan Zhiyuan is stupid and unfilial and kills his father, he can't wait to go back to the past and kill this son, but he still has to think about the grandchildren of the Yan family.

  His death is irreversible, but as long as Yan Zhiyuan handles it well and doesn't let people see it, everything will be fine.

   And Yan Zhiyuan was killing his father. Afterwards, he calmed down and would definitely think more carefully. In extreme situations, people can often burst into amazing minds. This is something anyone can do, including Yan Zhiyuan.

  Su Chong and Su Xiaolu really understood.

  Su Chong frowned, he looked at Su Xiaolu: "Xiaolu, shall we save or not?"

  Su Xiaolu shook his head: "If you don't save him, you will save him. Let's go and tell the second brother first."

  Don't save him, this is what Yan Qingyun wants, they are helping him, in fact, they are saving him.

  Because they showed up to save Yan Qingyun at this time, Yan Zhiyuan couldn't hold back when he did such a thing.

  Yan Qingyun will use his life to help Yan Zhiyuan. This is his choice. If they really want to save people, they should respect Yan Qingyun's choice.

  Su Xiaolu and Su Chong gently closed the tile and left.

   Yan Zhiyuan was cruel, and the whole person rode onto the bed, pressing Yan Qingyun firmly, until his struggle became smaller and smaller and finally stopped and no longer struggled, Yan Zhiyuan stopped.

   He took the pillow and reached out to wipe Yan Qingyun's unwilling eyes.

   He breathed heavily and muttered to himself: "Dad, you can't blame me, I was taught by you, and if you want to blame it, it's also your own fault. Who gave birth to me."

  Yan Zhiyuan calmed down and wiped the sweat from his face. He got up and prepared to clean up for Yan Qingyun. He killed his father, and he was going to hold a funeral for Yan Qingyun, so no one could see any clues.

   He still understands this.

   But he asked his servants to bring warm water to scrub Yan Qingyun, wash and wash, but heard Yan Qingyun open his mouth and take a big breath.

   Yan Zhiyuan was taken aback, and the water basin was overturned.

   He took a few steps back, looking at this scene in horror, why didn't he die, why didn't he die?

   Yan Qingyun glared at Yan Zhiyuan, making a whirring sound, this rebel son actually killed his father.

After calming down, Yan Qingyun's heart was desolate again, why he couldn't die, the pain of suffocation, fainted, and finally woke up from suffocation, his lungs hurt as if they were about to tear, these signs were telling him, He is still alive, painfully alive.

   "Little Master, do you need help?"

   The movement in the house alarmed the guards outside, who asked aloud.

   Yan Zhiyuan immediately said: "No, no one is allowed in."

   Yan Qingyun wasn't dead yet, but he still couldn't do anything, move, or speak.

   Yan Zhiyuan boldly stepped forward and reached out to test his breath.

   still breathing, really not dead.

Yan Zhiyuan also calmed down from the initial fear, he said displeased: "Dad, your life is really long, you haven't eaten or drank for so many days, and you're still not dead. Your son will send you on the road in person, but you're still willing to leave, Then don't blame your son for being rude to you, you have to endure more hardships."

"It's also your fault. If you die once, you won't have to suffer again. Who made your life so hard, and if you can't die once, then you can only suffer once again. I can't do it. You don't die this time. ."

   Yan Zhiyuan showed a ruthless expression. After speaking, he took the pillow and covered Yan Qingyun's cheeks, mouth and nose again.

   This time, he pressed it for a longer time than the last time. After Yan Qingyun didn't move, he pressed it for a long time before taking it off.

   He tested Yan Qingyun's pulse for a long time, and there really is no pulse, this time it must be foolproof.

  Yan Zhiyuan sat limply in front of the bed.

   After half an hour, he recovered and when he was about to clean up Yan Qingyun, he found that Yan Qingyun was alive again.

   His eyes were angry, as if he wanted to strip him alive.

  Yan Zhiyuan was frightened for a moment, but calmed down quickly. He did it once, and then a second time. Are you afraid of the third time?

   So this time, he didn't say a word, just took the pillow and pressed it towards Yan Qingyun.

   He was afraid that Yan Qingyun would not die, so he went to get a wet handkerchief, first put it on Yan Qingyun's nose and mouth, and then pressed it with a pillow.

   This time, Yan Qingyun soon stopped moving.

   Yan Zhiyuan didn't dare to come down, so he continued to press down.

   But when he came down and rested for some time, when he was about to clean up for Yan Qingyun, he found that Yan Qingyun had come back to life again.

   His eyes were red with anger.

   When he started the fourth time, Yan Zhiyuan was no longer calm and his hands were shaking. No matter how much he persuaded himself, he also felt that it was abnormal.

   Every time he attacked, he showed no mercy. Under normal circumstances, Yan Qingyun would never have survived.

   This time, it was a long time, and it was dark outside. When someone came to ask him if he wanted to eat, he was yelled at.

   It has been a long time, at least an hour has passed. It is impossible for a person to die without breathing for such a long time. He rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, shaking and limp, staring at the unresponsive Yan Zhiyuan without blinking.

   He was praying silently in his heart, don't live again, don't live again.

   He can strike once, twice or three times, but when he finds that it is abnormal, he will feel terrible to strike again.

   The fourth and fifth times, each time his hands trembled and his heart beat like thunder.

   He prayed in his heart that Yan Qingyun would not come back to life, but God didn't seem to hear his prayer.

  Under Yan Zhiyuan's terrified eyes, Yan Qingyun calmed down again, he still stared at Yan Zhiyuan, his lips were slightly quivering.

   He seemed to have a lot of words to think about, but at this moment he couldn't say anything.

   "Why-why-what are you, you're not my dad, you're not my dad—"

   Yan Zhiyuan was frightened. This time, he didn't dare to do anything. How could anyone die and be resurrected again and again?

  Yan Zhiyuan stumbled to his feet and ran away like he was running for his life.

  After Yan Zhiyuan left, the old servant entered the room, looked at Yan Qingyun who was dying, sighed lightly, silently picked up the basin and handkerchief on the ground, and slowly scrubbed Yan Qingyun.

   "Master, why are you bothering - let it go and go in peace." The old servant sighed. Today, Yan Zhiyuan didn't go out for the next day. It can be said that he tortured Yan Qingyun in the house all day.

   (end of this chapter)