Chapter 778

"Ziyun, you will not die! Dad won't let you die. You're dad's favorite son! "

Nalan Ziyun's eyes were full of fear and expectation. He opened his mouth and swallowed the pill that Nalan Zhengze gave him.

Dad is right. He won't die! He has a great future and a bright future.

He wants to avenge that vicious woman in Nalan river!

He has so much more to do.

When the pill was swallowed, it seemed to drain his vitality. Nalan Ziyun's face was smiling for the rest of his life.

Nalan Zhengze also breathed a sigh of relief and was about to ask people to come in and carry the young master down to have a good rest.

Suddenly, Nalan Ziyun's face was twisted.

Then, a blue and purple air filled his cheek, making him twitch and wriggle.

"Ziyun Ziyun! "

Nalan Zhengze's face was obviously frightened. He recognized that This is the symptom of the poison he gave Nalan Ziyun.

However, it will be half an hour before the poison attacks?

There is no antidote for it. There is no antidote except Jiuqu Lingshen pill!

Originally, he did not plan to let Nalan River's brother live!

He was going to kill all her two bastards after he got the relics of anlingyue!

But now, the poison will poison his beloved son.

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

Nalan Ziyun's hand tightly clasped into Nalan Zhengze's wrist and desperately wanted to ask for help and speak.

However, a blood gushed up, his eyes turned white, and finally his heart stopped, and he became a dead body.

Nalan Zhengze stared at Nalan Ziyun with his eyes closed. He only felt a roar in his head.

He suddenly stood up, frantically rushed to the river, "bitch, it's you! You killed my son! I want you to pay for it! "

Nalan Zhengze's whole body's spiritual power soared, but the whole person's action was madness, even the flying sword magic weapon had no royal envoy.

Qingluan's scornful cold snorts, moves forward, and Nalan Zhengze trembles together.

Although Nalan Zhengze was a warrior in the golden age, he was immersed in the camp and alchemy for many years. He had no time to concentrate on his cultivation.

Qingluan was also in the golden age, but it was carefully cultivated in the dark camp of the Hades.

Which is stronger or weaker, we can see at a glance.

Just a short time after the incense, Nalan Zhengze was knocked down by qingluan, spitting blood, and his face was gray.

He glared at He Xi and shouted hysterically, "bitch, do you think you can escape from Nalan mansion? Even if I don't want the relics of the anling moon, I will let you die without being buried! I will use your flesh and blood to pay for my son Ziyun's life! "

Just after the voice fell, Nalan Zhengze suddenly crushed the jade slips for help.

Qingluan takes a look at Hexi and looks dignified. In his hand, he pinches a jade slip: "Miss, do you want me to invite the master to come now?"

Cough Why do you say that the master of your family is the same? He is called to come and go?

He Xi gave a low cough and shook his head: "no, I can feel that the jade slips are not far away from the range of information. He should just summon the elders and bodyguards of Nalan mansion. It's just so that I don't have to go around looking for someone to cut the grass and root. Now it's just once and for all! "