Chapter 697

"Do you have to use your fist to wake you up? If so, I'll wake you up right now! "

At the same time, Qin Fengmu squats down, grabs Xiao Yiyuan's collar with his left hand and pulls hard in his own direction. At the same time, his right hand has hit him in the face again.

With a heavy blow, blood oozes from the corners of Xiao Yiyuan's mouth, and a sharp pain comes from his face. However, compared with his numbness, the pain is not worth mentioning at all.

His eyes were confused and painful, and he snorted a sneer with a strong sense of self mockery, but Qin Fengmu showed a provocative smile:

"Even if you kill me, I only want my Jiner!"

At the moment, Xiao Yiyuan hopes that Qin Fengmu can kill him.

He promised Xia Jin that he would take good care of their children, so even if he knew that Xia Jin was in danger, he could only borrow wine to get drunk, so as to relieve his worries, not to die.

He is afraid of his death, and the next met Xia Jin, she will blame him for not keeping his promise.

And if he was killed, he would be able to see his Jiner with peace of mind.

"Damn it, Xiao Yiyuan, OK, are you cruel? I'm very close to you today! "

Qin Fengmu gritted his teeth, released his hand holding Xiao Yiyuan's collar, and stood up. The next moment, in the shock of Wan Ke and Xiao Yiyuan's smile, he kicked Xiao Yiyuan's chest and abdomen with his right foot.

"Bang ~"

With a loud noise, Xiao Yiyuan hit the edge of the bed heavily.

Qin Fengmu used his internal power. Not only did Xiao Yiyuan suffer a lot of internal injuries, but even the bed he hit also made a series of creaking and splitting sounds. After a few short breath, it suddenly disintegrated and turned into pieces of broken wood.

"Cough, puff"

Being treated so violently by Qin Fengmu, Xiao Yiyuan coughed fiercely, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

Qin Fengmu saw his embarrassment in his eyes. The two emotions of pain and anger intertwined in his chest, which made his whole person more dry.

He took a step towards Xiao Yiyuan, gritted his teeth and asked every word:

"I ask you again, do you have to live like this

"Fuck you!"

Xiao Yiyuan tried his best to provoke.

Qin Feng Mu's eyes were dark, and in the meantime, they were burning furiously.

"Good, good! I'll show you how you do my shit? "

He was biting his back teeth, and his whole body exuded a gloomy and murderous smell. His two hands hanging on his side tightly clenched into fists, and his veins jumped up, making a bang sound from time to time. People were scared to hear him.

He quickly approached Xiao Yiyuan, both hands at the same time, is about to hit him again.

"Lord Qin!"

With a cry of surprise, Wan Ke, without much thinking, rushed forward to block Xiao Yiyuan's body, full of anxiety

"I know you do it out of your concern for my master, but he is so desperate now that you can't beat him to change his mind."

Although he knew that Qin Fengmu was angry, he didn't have a bad heart for his master. Seeing that his master was beaten again and again, Wan Ke still worried that he would be beaten up.

After being stopped by Wan Ke, Qin Fengmu's anger subsided slightly, and finally remembered his purpose of coming here.

"Get out of the way, I will not beat him!"

He made a cold voice, took Ke hesitated for a while, and finally chose to retreat.

When he walked to one side, Qin Fengmu took out a piece of writing paper from his chest and threw it on the ground in front of Xiao Yiyuan. His face was gloomy and his tone was more gloomy than his face

"The news from your second brother, about the funeral of the former Emperor, if you still decide to be so depressed after you read it, I, Qin Fengmu, will have mistaken you for a brother for an unfilial, cowardly and incompetent coward these years!"

Put down these words, Qin Fengmu turned around and left with a cold and fierce breath.

The room, which had been full of noise and violence before, suddenly quieted down. It was so quiet that it could be heard. Everywhere it was filled with the breath of death and depression.

"Master..."

Wan Ke looks at Xiao Yiyuan lying on the ground with no intention to get up. He wants to talk but stops, and his face is tangled.

"You know what? I think what Qin Fengmu said is right. I am a coward, ha ha ~ "

Xiao Yiyuan's bruised face showed a twisted smile, smiling, and tears fell down.

At the beginning, if someone came to the palace and he could refuse, Xia Jin would not take the drunken immortal in the mercy Hall

There are so many things in the past that Xiao Yiyuan's heart is very dull.

How many happy times have there been, and how much sorrow will there be in the future.

"Master, you are not a coward, but a hero. You are the hero of the whole Dongqing Dynasty. You are also the God in Miss Xia's heart

Wan Ke looks at Xiao Yiyuan firmly and affirms every word.

However, in response to him, it was only Xiao Yiyuan's constant self mockery.

Is he a hero? Is he a God?

A man whose own woman can't take care of and protect is worthy of these two identities?

It's the biggest and funniest joke he's ever heard in more than 20 years of his life!

"Master, in any case, as the son of the former Emperor, you should not ignore the funeral of the former Emperor and lose your filial piety."

Wan Ke knows that he can't argue with Xiao Yiyuan at the moment, and cleverly shifts the topic.

After listening to him, Xiao Yiyuan was silent for a long time.

For a long time, when Wan Ke even thought that his master would really do something unfilial, Xiao Yiyuan had a reaction.

Bearing the pain of his body, he reached out and picked up the letter paper that Qin Fengmu had thrown on the ground. He fought against the drunkenness and tried to open his eyes and read word by word.

Because of the paralyzing effect of alcohol, Xiao Yiyuan's reaction was much slower than usual. After half a cup of tea, he just finished reading the contents of the letter and understood its meaning.

"If we make arrangements, we will return to DIDU tomorrow."

The intoxication surged up, and Xiao Yiyuan murmured.

"Yes

When he looked up at Xiao Yiyuan, he saw that he had closed his eyes and fell asleep.

With a helpless and heavy sigh from the bottom of his heart, Wan Ke sees that the bed has been destroyed and he can't sleep any more. He quickly goes out and calls a young man in. He helps Xiao Yiyuan up with him and takes him to the next room to settle down.

The next day, as the sun went up, Xiao Yiyuan slowly opened his eyes.

A strange room came into view. He reached out and beat his head, which was aching because of his hangover. Just as he was about to get up, a slight creak sounded. The door was pushed open and he walked into the room with light steps.

"Master, you wake up. I'll arrange washing for you."

Around the screen, I saw that my master had woken up and was sitting on the bed. As he quickly clasped his fist and saluted, he said.