Chapter 433 Ye Family

In Yefu's library, the quiet atmosphere suddenly broke with a dull footsteps outside the corridor. Before several guards guarding outside could react, they were waved to death by the masters who strode and fell to the ground.

Hearing this unusual sound, the old man who was compiling the scriptures sighed heavily, put a pen in his hand, and looked up at the door. The gully face added a little wind and frost: "You have finally come to this step!"

Against the midday sun, Ye Wendong's slender figure walked in with elegant steps, glanced at the scroll on the desk, and a smile appeared on his face: "Maybe you have arrived at this day? In this case, why not simply and happily, but choose this cowardly way? This doesn't look like you back then! What about the frightening leaf tiger? How many people still remember your former prestige? Oh, probably because you are too old! As soon as I get old, my heart will be soft. I can't bear to let go of it. The palms and backs of my hands are full of meat, and I don't want to lose any of them, so I hide and ban all fights in an empty vernacular, so that the little girl can take over smoothly..."

The old man frowned, stretched out his hand and pointed to the chair in front of him: "I know your heart is full of resentment. Sit down and speak slowly!"

"No, no, there is no place for me to sit in front of you. Just stand up." Ye Wendong waved his hand and stared at the deep and shallow wrinkles on the old man's face, as if he was remembering something. "I finally understand that no matter how great a person is, he can't escape the destruction of time. If 20 years ago, the child didn't dare to take a breath in front of you, how could there be such a big opportunity to talk nonsense, right?

"You're right." The old man sighed bitterly, "After so many years, we have all changed. It's time to sit down and have a good talk."

"You're wrong this time. I'm here now, but I'm not going to talk to you. I just want to ask you, do you remember what you said to me back then?

The old man glanced at him, and the wrinkles on his face were even tighter: "Compared with your eldest brother, you are like a sparrow, never reaching the height of Honghu."

"Haha, that's right, that's it!" Ye Wendong clasped his hands and laughed, "I haven't even changed my expression and tone!" He suddenly smiled solemnly, showed a trace of fierceness on his face, and said coldly, "It's a pity that you don't have that majestic face!" Isn't it ridiculous for an old man to speak in this tone?

The old man said lightly, "After so many years, my sentence still remains unchanged. You are irritable and irritable. Although you have improved over the years, it is also because of your intentions. If you ascend to the position of the head of the family, no one can suppress you anymore, and you will become worse and bring disaster to the Ye family!"

Ye Wendong lowered his head, his eyes gradually became cold, and his tone said softly, "When did you think you could teach me a lesson..."

The old man reached out and picked up a scripture book on the table, sighed and said, "But, I--"

"Stop talking about that self-righteous nonsense!" Ye Wendong roared, and the blue veins on his forehead were exposed. He suddenly waved the dagger in his sleeve and accurately pierced the old man's chest until there was no handle.

The old man snorted and lay softly on the wooden chair, holding the unfinished scripture in his hand, but his eyes had completely lost his spirit.

Ye Wendong loosened the dagger and stepped back two steps. Looking at the old man's cold face, his face turned red, gasping for breath, and he shrung and scolded, "Old man, this is dead!" What did you look like before? Keep shaking in front of me! What a fool. Do you think you can move me by the affection between father and son? After waiting for so many years, I finally came to wait for this opportunity. Will I give up if you don't know how to live or die..."

His voice became lower and lower, and finally it turned into a choking sound. The eyes of the originally elegant man were red, and tears couldn't stop flowing down. In any case, he committed the crime of father-hunting, but he did not enjoy the joy and satisfaction he expected. Instead, his shame and guilt turned into a sharp cone, which stabbed his beating heart one by one, and his eyes moistened in the turbidity.

However, he was also the hero of the world. After a moment of sadness, he calmed down, wiped his eyes with his sleeves, and looked at the scripture book that the old man was still holding tightly after his death. The old man holds the most important secret of the family, which may be hidden in that scripture.

Ye Wendong opened the old man's stiff fingers, took the scriptures, opened a few pages, and found a letter. He couldn't wait to open it and read it at a glance.

As he read, his face gradually changed. Because the letter actually wrote that the old man knew that his life was coming to an end. He reflected on his past years and felt that it was not good to choose Ye Ying as the head of the family. It was a mistake for her and the Ye family. Finally, he decided to let his second son Wen Dong inherit the throne. After his 70th birthday banquet next month, This order is officially announced.

Today's words are just a warning and a knock!

Ye Wendong glanced at the last line of the suicide note, as if his whole body had been emptied. His fingers close to Master Tianyuan could not bear the weight of this thin page of paper, allowing it to slide down and fall by his fingers. He suddenly squatted down, put his arms around his head, and the grief penetrated into the bone marrow devoured him. He was so sad that he couldn't breathe.

"Hahaha..." He suddenly sat on the ground, looking crazy, laughing loudly beside the stiff old man, laughing unbridled and happily. But with a smile, the strong sadness suddenly drowned him again.

Such violent emotional fluctuations even overwhelmed his perception and vigilance. He could no longer feel any movement from the outside world, so that he did not hear the footsteps behind him and the breeze hidden in the footsteps.

With a silent blow, the light flashed away. Ye Wendong, who was sitting on the ground crying bitterly, suddenly bounced up like a water shrimp and suddenly fell down. When it fell, the live shrimp had become dead shrimp.

Appearing behind Ye Wendong is a crutch, dressed in a thick linen coat and carrying a gray-white old medicine box, which looks like a very ordinary walker. He looked at Ye Wendong's eyes, opened his mouth and shook his head again, as if he sighed.

If Ye Wendong has a spirit after his death and sees the mouth shape of the lame at this time, he should know what he is saying: "Ye family Tianzhe copied, that's all. After smelling the old man's lost soul for a month, hasn't he become a soft-footed shrimp?

"Seven Jue Olds" is a famous murderer in the world. Listening to his nickname, ordinary people don't dare to approach him within seven steps. Ye Wendong raised such a powerful guest, but he never thought that he would become a member of his "seven unique" death list.

At this time, a large number of footsteps came from outside the library. Ye Wenfu, the third master who had been wandering in the Liu Lane of Huajie all year round, rushed over brightly at this time and shouted, "Who dares to be unfavorable to the old master?"

The Lord is coming.

Gu Wuzhi showed a meaningful smile and disappeared in the dark.