1386 Beautiful Memories

Mu Yazhe nodded in obeisance. "Let me finish off his life!"

Saying that, he passed the boy to Vermilion Bird, walked up to Mu Lianjue, and stared down at him with glinting eyes.

Hate? Do I hate him? he asked himself.

Indubitably, he hated the man right down to his very core.

It was him who drugged his father, which caused the latter to die in a car accident. The autopsy report concluded that his father, who had never taken drugs in his life, smoked marijuana and even injected a lot of heroin; thus, it produced a psychedelic illusion when he drove and resulted in that tragic accident.

He did not once believe that his father would take drugs. To him, his father, who had always been self-disciplined, would never stoop to touching that sort of filthy things.

Still, even though he had his suspicion, he could not refute that his father was found to overdose on drugs when he was driving. He just did not expect his uncle to play a hand in that matter!

If not for his fourth uncle, his father would still be alive today.

As for his mother, she, too, died at a young age from chronic consumption of slow-acting poison.

Both his parents had been poisoned by him.

This was Mu Lianjue!

A heartless and ruthless man who would stop at nothing for power and ambition!

Events started to unfold from there due to his instigation.

The man narrowed his beautiful eyes.

He could not understand why his uncle would do such a thing to his parents. Although they were not from the same mother, they were still brothers, sharing a kinship through their father. Why, then, did he do that?

Why was he so cruel?

He wanted an answer badly.

However, he realized, at that moment, that the so-called answer no longer mattered.

What of him getting an answer?

His parents could not be resurrected by it.

It was time for him to let go of past feud!

Since this was the case, he would be the one to determine this man's fate!

At this thought, he pursed his thin lips rigidly and, with clenched jaws, grabbed his uncle by his throat and closed his palm around it with all his might!

With such great pressure on his windpipe, the elder was suddenly brought back to murky consciousness. His hawk-like eyes snapped open; blood capillaries had covered the whites of his eyes by then!

"You…"

His facial muscles twitched uncontrollably. Due to asphyxia, his face had turned a dull, ruddy shade. His hawk-like eyes opened wide in fear of suffocation. Soon, his consciousness grew weak as he felt the world closing down on him!

"Wuu… wuu—cough!"

The old man's eyes popped out viciously. Blood gushed up and gathered at his head that his eyeballs fundamentally rolled upward.

Hate!

Oh, how I hate him!

He hated this man before his eyes right down to the marrow of his bones!

Somehow, scenes flashed across his eyes like images on a revolving shadow lantern as his look fixedly on the old man's body.

From what he could remember, the deepest memory he had of his father was his powerful arms. His father would return home, amid his busy workload, and never fail to hug and carry him high before kissing him on his forehead.

The images revolved again, and this time, his mother was standing in the garden as she carefully trimmed the plants when she turned around slowly upon hearing his voice; her face was wearing a gentle and lovely smile as always.