Han Chuan had his hands behind his back, his face indifferent as he looked at Han Junfei, revealing disdain.
"But Junfeier he ......"
Zhang Wan Yi wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Han Junfei.
"Mother, we don't need to beg him, just move away." Han Junfei said.
"Jun Fei'er, but your injuries haven't healed yet, it's a big night, what if you catch a cold!" Zhang Wan Yi said with concern.
Han Junfei stubbornly shook his head and said, "Mother, I'm fine, let's move away, but sooner or later, one day, we'll move back in, the main mansion, the place where you and father got married, no one can take it away."
"Alright then." Zhang Wan Yi sighed and told Wen Yin to pack her things together.
Han Chuan looked on with his hands behind his back, sneering coldly, scanning the surroundings, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
"Wait, you can't take this sword with you."
Han Chuan walked toward Zhang Wan Yi, who, in her hands, was holding a sword.
Zhang Wan Yi's face turned white as she subconsciously tightly gripped the long sword in her hand and pleaded, "This sword is the only token left behind by Jun Fei'er's his father, to be reserved for Jun Fei'er's use in the future, you can't take it away."
"Since it was left behind by the former family head, you can't take it away even more, it's a public property of the Han family to be confiscated, moreover, Han Junfei can't even cultivate his true qi, what's the point of keeping this longsword? Is it a waste?"
Han Chuan drank coldly, a fiery look in his eyes, he could see that the sword was extraordinary, a spirit weapon.
"No way, Han Chuan, count on me to beg you." Zhang Wan Yi hugged the longsword, unable to let go.
Han Chuan's eyes went cold as he drank, "Toast to the wind."
"Han Chuan!"
A yell.
Han Junfei's eyes were red and his fists clenched with a cackle.
"Han Chuan, the sword, you can have it, but remember this, sooner or later, one day, I will take back what belongs to me with my own hands, and tenfold, a hundredfold."
Han Junfei's eyes were incomparably cold as he stared dead at Han Chuan.
Han Chuan felt a coldness in his body when he was stared at by Han Junfei's eyes, but then he snorted and said, ''Han Junfei, do you want to make Han Chuan pay back ten times over, just because you're a loser whose bloodline can't even be awakened? You want me to return the favor tenfold and a hundredfold? Haha, I'll be waiting."
Over the past three years, Han Yao had placed Yan Luo flower powder, which could inhibit the bloodline, in the wine Han Jun Fei drank every day, so three days ago, Han Jun Fei had failed to awaken his bloodline in full view of the public, and it was only after this failure that Han Yao and the Grand Elder had taken advantage of the opportunity to strike.
"Mother, give it to him!" Han Junfei said.
Seemingly infected by Han Junfei's determined eyes, Zhang Wan Yi somewhat reluctantly gave her sword to Han Chuan.
Afterward, with her things packed up, Zhang Wan Yi helped Han Junfei and walked out the door of the Han Family's main residence.
Han Junfei glanced back at the Han Clan's main residence.
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Supreme Dragon Legend
FantasyThe sun is setting and the sun is shining. Outside Wind and Fire City, on Cuiyun Peak, there was a stone table, beside the table, there was a stone bench, and a pair of teenage boys and girls were snuggling with each other. The teenager was thin...
