Chapter 641 Father Is Not Father, Son Is Not Son

While the secret guards were on Su Mianyue's mission, Junn Buhui was being beaten up and spat out blood again and again. Mrs. Jun was silently weeping and her face was pale. However, she would not faint easily after seeing so many of these scenes, but the connection between mother and son made her wish she could bear the pain for her son.

The masked man, who was standing against the wind at the moment, did not know that his plans to take over the royal families of various countries had been sabotaged. He only wanted to subdue his son's heart, and he always liked to use force to solve it.

I don't remember how many times this was the first time that Junn Buhui couldn't stand up. Every time he beat Junn Buhui to a serious injury, he would let him rest for a few days and then repeat this action again.

"He's a bit of a tough guy. He deserves to be my son, haha." The masked man laughed exaggeratedly, not only was he not angry at jun's unrepentant rejection, but he also appreciated it.

The masked man had gone through too much misery, and slept with countless women, but only Mrs. Jun gave birth to Junn Buhui for him, which was why he did not regret surrendering to him no matter how hard he tried.

Unable to get up, Junn Buhui glared angrily at the masked man and shouted, "If you had the guts to kill me, I wouldn't have been a part of you even if I died. A person like you should have no children, and I wouldn't have passed down your family line even if I lived. You wouldn't have been able to inherit the world even if you had not seen the light. Whether I'm alive or under the nine springs, I'll open my eyes wide to see what happens to you if you die a horrible death!"

Junn Buhui's curse made the aura around the masked man cool down. He turned around abruptly and asked Junn Buhui, pinching his chin, "Say it again."

"Bah!" Junn Buhui spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed coldly, "No matter how many times, it's the same. A person like you should die a horrible death. After death, you will fall into eighteen layers of hell and suffer. It's not enough to wash away all your sins. It's the greatest mercy for you to lose your soul!"

The masked man squinted his eyes at Junn Buhui for a long time before saying, "Very well, if you have the guts, let's see how hard you can be. Don't think that you are the son of this seat, and this seat will tolerate you again and again. Without the protection of this seat, you are nothing here."

"No!" Madam jun broke free from the servant girl who helped her and stumbled over. She knelt on the ground and pleaded with tears on her face, "Please don't hurt or regret. He is your only son, and blood and family can't be cut off no matter what. It's all my fault. If it weren't for my memory, I wouldn't have misunderstood my past. I wouldn't regret that he just couldn't accept his new identity for a while. He's such a filial child. As long as I give him time, he will understand everything. Please don't hurt me."

Mrs. Jun's face had been washed with tears for some time recently, and her originally beautiful face had gradually become haggard. Due to her unintentional dressing, she had experienced more vicissitudes, and her red and swollen eyes had lost their original charm.

The masked man looked at Mrs. Jun, who was careful and protective of her son, and thought that he had deliberately made her forget that memory, and the information he had received about her was that she was definitely a top filial son, so the anger in his eyes faded a little.

The masked man shrugged off Junn Buhui's chin with a cold snort and stood up, "Since you haven't figured it out yet, think about it in the next few days. When you figure it out, this place will let you out. Sooner or later, this great river and mountain will be handed over to you."

Junn Buhui opened her mouth and was about to scold, but Mrs. Jun covered her mouth. Tears filled her pleading eyes, and Junn Buhui swallowed the words she had blurted out.

Neither he nor Mrs. Jun wanted anything to do with this scum, but fate was such a tease. They were now imprisoned, and there was no other way out unless they died here.

Junn Buhui had always been smart and knew what he should do to make the wisest choice, but he could not pretend to be a snake in the face of the masked man, his biological father. If not for the great disparity in strength, he would have killed his way out with his mother.

Keeping an eye on Junn Buhui's mask, the man did not miss the look in Junn Buhui's eyes. After a while, he still did not see Junn Buhui's answer and left, lest he could not help but end his only blood line if he stayed any longer.

"No regrets, are you all right? You have always been a smart child. Why is this so important? You don't have to suffer after a few soft words with him. Do you have the heart to let your mother worry and love you every day?" Mrs. Jun held Junn Buhui in her arms as she spoke, but the hand behind Junn Buhui quickly wrote a few big words.

According to the previous rules, the masked man would send someone to lock Junn Buhui up after he was seriously injured. Mrs. Jun could only see her son when the masked man was lecturing Junn Buhui. Every time she watched Junn Buhui being carried away, she was helpless.

Junn Buhui snorted coldly. He did not hate Mrs. Jun, and he knew that this had nothing to do with her. If not for his son, perhaps Mrs. Jun could live a life of peace and quiet, but his existence meant that Mrs. Jun would not be safe in the world, at least her heart could not.

When he felt the words written behind his back by Mrs. Jun, Junn Buhui shook his head with a slight movement that only Mrs. Jun, who was holding him, could notice. Even the maid standing a few steps away could not see it.

Although this servant girl was the confidant of madam jun, how many people could remain loyal in the face of absolute danger?

Junn Buhui refused to gamble on Mrs. Jun's safety and said sarcastically: "If mother still remembers the relationship between mother and son, don't force him to do things he doesn't want to do. He would rather die than have his blood run through him. The blood is dirty. His son has no face to live in this world. It's a pity that his son is not capable enough to kill him, otherwise his son will not be merciful."

Hearing Junn Buhui's gnashing of teeth, Mrs. Jun's tears flowed even more violently. She was secretly anxious but did not dare to speak clearly. Otherwise, both mother and son would die here.

"No regrets, mother knows the bitterness in your heart and what you're afraid of, but you can't deny that you have his blood flowing through you. Even if you don't do anything, as long as someone knows about your relationship, the world will not tolerate it. No matter how much harm he does to the world, He wants you to recognize your ancestors, but his heart has not changed. Why should his son put himself in a difficult position and make his mother suffer for you every day?" Mrs. Jun sobbed as she tried to persuade them that this was the first time they had had the chance to say so much since their mother and son were taken captive, but they were the only ones who knew it in their hearts.

Junn Buhui gritted his teeth and remained silent. He would rather die than admit a thief as his father. But his death was a relief, but it would bring Mrs. Jun to a bad end. This was not what Junn Buhui wanted to see.