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"What are you talking about? No one can do what I, Murong Xuan, can't do. Just you wait, I'll definitely give you that broken thing in a few days."

The man raised his eyebrows. It didn't matter to him what the process was like. The key was that he only wanted the Heavenly Son Sword.

"Then I hope it's really as you said. I'll wait for your news."

After the man finished talking to Murong Xuan, he left in a hurry. Murong Xuan was secretly calculating how he could get the broken sword from his father.

When Murong Xuan returned home, Murong Batian had already left the hospital. He was sitting on the sofa, randomly changing channels. It was unknown what he was looking at.

"Didn't you know that I was discharged today?"

Murong Batian heard the commotion at the door and looked up to see it was Murong Xuan. With a low voice, he asked, "This kind of movie where my father left the hospital and my son didn't want to pick up is only broadcasted in the movies."

Murong Xuan raised his head and looked at Murong Batian. Hearing his father's confident voice, he didn't seem worried at all. "I'm fine. Besides, your body's fine. You're just discharged, there's no need to send so many people."

Murong Batian saw his own son's nonchalant expression and felt a bit of anger towards him. The sons of the other families were all kind and filial, why was it that his own son had to go against him? And no matter how he was taught, he still couldn't teach his son well.

"What do you mean?"

When Mu Rong Xuan heard his father's tone, his tone became a bit higher, as though he was begging someone, he smiled and said, "I didn't say anything, I just have some matters to attend to, so I went out to busy myself. As long as you're back, what's the doctor say, what's wrong?"

Murong Batian rolled his eyes at his son. Looking at the fake expression on his face, he couldn't be bothered to say anymore, "If there's nothing serious, just rest for now, don't think that I don't know what you're doing all day. Don't give me any trouble, I'll still have to help you take care of the aftermath when the time comes."

Mu Rong Xuan wanted to retort, but when he thought about the Heavenly Son Sword, he held it in in the end.

"No, dad, I was indeed too busy to come and pick you up. Oh yeah dad, there's something I want to discuss with you, I wonder if you have the time."

Murong Batian looked up at Murong Xuan and grunted, waiting for him to speak.

Murong Xuan sat across from his father and went straight to the point. "Dad, I wonder if you can give me the Heavenly Son Sword that you received a while ago?"

"Eh?" Murong Batian glanced at his own son, trying to guess his thoughts. This Heavenly Son Sword was his heart, not to mention this little brat, even his own wife had the thought of settling the score with him by blood.

"Dad, it's like this, there's something I want to ask a friend of mine to help me with, but my friend told me that he really likes this Heavenly Son Sword, if I want to do this, I have to give this Heavenly Son Sword to my friend, so …"

He knew that his son wasn't in a good situation. With the value of the Heavenly Son Sword, it would be more than enough to buy a plot of land. With just these few words, he was willing to give this kid's tiger skin dog friend.

"So what?"

"So, I want you to do me a favor and give this Heavenly Son Sword to my friend so that it can be completed quickly. Do you take it as it is?"

It was rare for Murong Xuan to show such filial piety, but how could his father have missed that?

"Done?" If you can't make peace with me, then what do I have to say? "

"Dad …" Murong Xuan suppressed his anger. He thought that his father would be able to watch him give in and take out the item, but his father didn't seem to have that intention at all.

"Enough, I can't agree to this, so don't waste your saliva and talk about it. As for your friends, I advise you not to interact with them. Otherwise, you can help them take the blame for nothing and even help them count the money."

In the end, Murong Xuan still couldn't hold back the anger in his heart. In the end, the person in front of him was his father. Not only did he not help him, he even called him friend.

"Dad, it's okay, he's my friend. It's fine if you say it's me, but you're still talking about other people. What lousy friend are you talking about? It's such a waste of your saliva to say it to you."

"What did you say?" When Murong Batian saw his own son getting angry at him, the anger that he had suppressed in his heart finally flared up? Come out, "As long as you say what? As long as you say your friend, then it's fine. This is truly true. I've done everything successfully in my life to give birth to such a darn son of yours."

"Hey hey hey old man, aren't you talking too much?"

Murong Batian jumped up from the sofa. Just as his thick palm was about to land on Murong Xuan's face, he raised his hand to block it. "You still want to hit me?" What, you didn't hit enough when you were young, do you want to continue now? That's how you beat my mother to death. "

When Murong Batian heard his son talk about his wife, he quickly pulled back his arm. Once he lost his balance, he fell onto the sofa. This action made him feel uncomfortable.

"Hey, old man, you fell down on your own, don't blame me. Besides, I was right just now. If you didn't get angry with my mom and make a move, my mom wouldn't have …"

"What will you do? Bastard, if I don't properly deal with you today, I won't be your father!" Murong Batian picked up an item, stood up, and threw it at Murong Xuan's head.

Seeing his father angry, Murong Xuan quickly ran and dodged. Murong Batian missed a few times, and after a few rounds, Murong Batian's body was a little tired. He panted and sat down. Looking at the proud face of Murong Xuan, he glared at him.

I shouldn't have listened to your mother and kept you here. Let me tell you, from today onwards, I, Murong Batian, will break off all relations with you, Murong Xuan. Tomorrow, I will tell everyone that you cannot rely on the strength of my Murong family to do anything.

Murong Xuan had never thought that his father would say something like this to him. No matter how much he angered his father, his father shouldn't be saying something that would sever their relationship, right?

"What did you say?"

Murong Batian was so angry by his son that he was gasping for breath. Since he had already said all that, he had no other way out, not to mention the shameful things that Murong Xuan had done, Murong Batian was getting impatient. He had promised his wife that he would take care of his son.

As a father, saying such things out loud was indeed pitiful, but there was no other way. If he could choose again, he would definitely choose to do so.

"I say, from tomorrow onwards, you and I, Murong Xuan, are not related at all. You, Murong Xuan, are no longer a member of our Murong Family."

Murong Xuan stared at his father. Even if he didn't believe what he just heard, but Murong Batian had repeated it again and again, he still wouldn't lie to him.

You, you old man, I think you're surrounded by women all day long, and your brain is full of women. Fine, since you've said all that, I'll tell you the truth, from today onwards, I, Murong Xuan, am no longer your son. We have nothing to do with each other.

Murong Xuan roared at his father before turning around and running out. From today onwards, this house would no longer be his. It would only be a house that had nothing to do with him.

Murong Batian watched as Murong Xuan ran out of the house. His anger was forcefully suppressed and he felt pain in his chest. He clutched his chest but the pain didn't disappear.

"Ugh …"

He wanted to shout, but when he saw his son run out the door, he couldn't make a sound. The pain in his heart was getting more and more intense, and even the corners of his mouth were twitching.

"Ugh …" Another cry. Murong Batian was starting to lose control of his body. He could clearly feel that his strength was disappearing bit by bit and his body was collapsing.

"Thud." With a sound, Murong Batian lost all of his strength. He fell from the sofa onto the ground, and the weight of his body landed on the ground, as if it squeezed his heart, causing a tearing pain in his chest. His vision also started to blur.

He tried his best to reach his hand out and grab the side of the table. He sat up from the ground, but there was no strength in his hands at all. Even the strength to rub his chest was gone.

He realized that he was about to die. Suddenly, he regretted what he had just said, and the words Murong Xuan had shouted at him echoed in his ears.

"No children die, no children die."

Murong Batian's Yao Yao closed her eyes in pain, the pain in her chest slowly disappeared due to the numbness of her body.

"Click."

Before his consciousness disappeared, he heard a strange sound. Unfortunately, he no longer had the strength to open his eyes.

After Jiang Liu'er and Xuanyuan Mingxue discussed for a while, she thought about going around to find Murong Batian to say that the Heavenly Sword was not suitable for someone as straightforward as Murong Batian, so he decided to just look for them. He didn't expect to see Murong Xuan running out of the house as soon as he got to the door.

Who would have thought that after entering the door, they would see the unconscious Murong Batian on the ground.

"Wake up, wake up." Jiang Liu'er strode forward, but didn't dare to act rashly.