Chapter 667 Yan Family Patriarch, Yan Zhong 2

  Yan knocked her finger down on the table, "Liu Cheng, what is the name of the son?"

   "Yan Tao."

  Yanxun said: "This Yantao seems to have some abilities. He has passed the test of Jiang Province's perfect score and has some metaphysical skills. He took the Qilinzi's seven-star sword, and Qi Zhi wants to respect him as the master of the Xuanmen sect."

  The man in the seat squinted his eyes.

  He has a pair of sharp eyes like a falcon, and his temperament is gloomy and violent, but the black color accentuates his chilling eyes.

  He was sitting on a sandalwood chair, his eyes faintly swept across Yan Xun, "This trash, has it changed in a few months?"

   Yan seeks the way and dare not speak.

   "You go back first."

   Yan Xundao breathed a sigh of relief, and after saluting respectfully, she turned around and went out.

   When I stood at the door, the wind blew, my back was chilly, and the sweat was oozing through.

  Patriarch is really terrible.

  In the hall, Yan Zhong raised his eyes, got up and turned to the back of the hall.

  Press a button.

  The Bogu shelf on the wall split into two automatically, exposing a long passage, and Yan Zhong walked in along the passage.

  The passage is winding and dark.

  Yan Zhong walked through that road, and the light suddenly lit up.

   But at the end of the road, a lush little courtyard appeared.

  The lights were on in the courtyard, and there was a woman sitting on a stone table on the lawn.

  She is holding a paintbrush, drawing something.

  The eyebrows are exquisite, but the sorrow is locked between the eyebrows, and the sadness in the eyes is too thick to dissolve.

  Yan suddenly burst into flames in the heart of the earth.

   Raised his arm, the drawing paper in Yanxi's hand flew into his hand along the way.

  On the white paper, there is a man drawn.

  There is also a chubby child.

  Yan sneered again, her eyes were violent, she was torn to pieces by pinching the drawing paper.

  With a hand, the paper was splattered and spilled all over the ground.

  He stepped over with long legs, his right hand pinched the woman's wrist like pliers, and the other hand pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head.

   "The wild man is dead. If you paint, he won't be able to come back."

  The sound is condensed, cold like iron.

  Yan Xizhi was startled by Yan Zhong's violent aura, her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and her eyes blushed when she thought of his violent methods in the past.

  The body seems to have formed a fear for Yan Zhong. She gritted her teeth and suppressed the feeling of collapse, "Yan Zhong, you will be condemned by heaven."

  Yan smiled suddenly.

  He is the head of the Yan family, and he has learned martial arts by himself and has profound skills.

  Look up, but he looks like his early thirties.

  Only those eyes, which are unpredictable and unpredictable, can make people realize his age.

   "Axi, the **** brought home by Liu Cheng was tested for the No. 1 Scholar in Jiang Province. Not only that, but also seems to have learned some mysterious Taoism. Isn't he the child you gave birth to?"

  The man's voice was cold and quiet, and Yanxi's heart trembled violently.

  Never let him know!

  She desperately died to protect the child, if he knew, I'm afraid Tao Tao's life would not be saved.

   Yan Xi’s beautiful face overflowed with a sneer, “Yan Zhong, don’t you know the life and death of that child the best?”

   "What do you do so angry." Yan Zhong smiled slightly, "I just mentioned it casually."

   He rolled his eyes, glanced over the drawing paper inadvertently, and suddenly smiled cleanly, "Axi, don't annoy me again next time."

  Yan Xizhi secretly clenched his fists, and when he was all vigilant, Yan Zhong leaned his upper body down, the violent breath enveloped her, kissed her lips, and pressed her back on the table.

  (End of this chapter)