Chapter 778 Nalan Ziyun's Death

"Zi Yun, you won't die! Dad won't let you die, you are Dad's most beloved son!"

Nalan Ziyun's eyes were full of fear and hope. He opened his mouth and swallowed the medicine pill Nalan Zhengze fed him.

Dad is right, he won't die! He still has a bright future ahead of him.

He also wants to avenge that vicious woman in Nalan Hexi!

He still has so much to do.

The pill was swallowed into his stomach, and the cold that seemed to be draining his vitality faded away, and Nalan Ziyun's face showed a smile of the rest of his life.

Nalan Zhengze also breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to instruct someone to come in and carry the young master down for a good rest.

Suddenly, Nalan Ziyun's face twisted.

Immediately afterwards, a blue-purple air filled his cheeks, causing him to twitch and twitch.

"Zi Yun...Zi Yun!!"

Nalan Zhengze had an obvious look of panic and fear on his face. He recognized it. This... This is the symptom of the poison that he fed Nalan Ziyun.

However, there is still half an hour before this poison will strike?

This is a deadly poison with no antidote, except for Jiuqu Lingshen Dan, which has no cure!

Originally, he had no intention of letting Nalan Hexi's younger brother live!

He originally planned to kill An Lingyue's two evil species after he got her relics!

But now, this poison is going to poison his most beloved son.

"No... I don't want to die! Dad, help me... help me... help..."

Nalan Ziyun's hand squeezed tightly into Nalan Zhengze's wrist, desperately trying to ask for help and to speak.

However, a mouthful of blood came up, his eyes rolled, and his heart finally stopped, and he became a corpse.

Nalan Zhengze stared blankly at Nalan Ziyun staring at him, only to feel a rumbling in his head.

He stood up abruptly and rushed towards Hexi frantically, "Bitch, it's you! It's you who killed my son! I want you to pay for your life!!"

Nalan Zhengze's whole body's spiritual energy skyrocketed, but the whole person's actions were crazy, and there was no envoy for the flying sword magic weapon.

Qingluan snorted contemptuously, took a step forward, and trembled with Nalan Zhengze.

Although Nalan Zhengze is a martial artist in the Golden Core Stage, he has been immersed in the camp and alchemy for many years, so he has no time to improve his cultivation.

And Qingluan is also in the Golden Core Stage, but it was carefully cultivated in the dark camp of Hades Palace.

Who is strong or weak can be seen at a glance.

After just a short stick of incense, Nalan Zhengze was knocked to the ground by Qingluan, vomiting blood, and his face was gray.

He stared fiercely at Hexi, and shouted hysterically, "Bitch, do you think you can escape from Nalan Mansion? Even if I don't want An Lingyue's relics, I must let you bastard. There is no place to die! I will use your flesh and blood to pay for my son Ziyun!"

As soon as the words fell, Nalan Zhengze suddenly crushed the jade slip for help.

Qingluan glanced at Hexi with a solemn expression, and you held a jade slip in your hand: "Miss, do you want me to call the master over now?"

Cough...why do you say that your master is like that, when he is called, he will just go away?

Hexi coughed lowly, shook his head and said: "No, I can feel that the scope of this jade slip is not far away, he should just call the elders and guards of Nalan Mansion to come here. It's just right, so I don't have to go looking for people everywhere. Cutting weeds and eradicating the roots is now just a one-time solution!"