The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife (711-)

Chapter 778: Death of Nalan Ziyun

"Zi Yun, you won't die! Father won't let you die; you are father's most beloved son!"

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

Father is right. He will not die; he had a great and bright future!

He wanted revenge against the vicious woman Nalan He Xi!

He still had many things to do.

The pill he swallowed dispersed into his abdomen, and the cold that was supposed to drain his vitality faded away. Nalan Ziyun's face showed a relieved smile after the crisis.

Nalan Zhengze also breathed a sigh of relief and was about to ask a maid to come in and retrieve the Young Master so he could have a  good rest. 

Suddenly, Nalan Ziyun's face twisted.

Immediately afterward, a bluish tint filled his cheek, causing him to twitch and twist.

"Zi Yun...Zi Yun!"

Nalan Zhengze's face showed apparent fear and panic when he realized that this...this was the symptom of the poison he fed Nalan Ziyun.

But there was still half an hour before this poison was supposed to strike?

It was a Blood Sealing Throat Poison. Except for the Nine Songs Spiritual Pill, there was no antidote!

Initially, he had no intention of letting Nalan He Xi's younger brother survive!

He originally wanted to kill the two wild specimens after getting An Lingyue's relics!

But now, it was his beloved son that was poisoned.

"No...I don't want to die! Father, save me...save me...save..."

Nalan Ziyun's hands were tightly clenched around Nalan Zhegnze's wrist. He was desperately begging for help and trying to speak.

However, a mouthful of blood came up, his eyes rolled white, and finally, his heart stopped beating, leaving behind a corpse.

Nalan Zhengze stared at Nalan Ziyun in a daze, when he suddenly felt a roar in his head.

He stood up abruptly and rushed towards He Xi, "Bitch, it's you! You killed my son! I want you to pay with your life!"

Nalan Zhengze's spiritual power skyrocketed, but his actions were irratic. He didn't even have a flying sword magic weapon.

Qingluan snorted contemptuously before taking a step forward and clashed with Nalan Zhengze.

Although Nalan Zhengze was a martial artist in the Golden Core Stage, he had been eager for fame and fortune, and practiced his alchemy for many years, so there was no time to refine his cultivation.

Qingluan was also in the Golden Core Stage but carefully cultivated in the secret camp of Hell's Manor.

The strong and weak can be determined at a glance.

After a stick of incense, Nalan Zhengze was knocked to the ground by Qingluan. He vomited blood, and his face was gray.

He glared at He Xi and shouted hysterically, "Bitch, do you think you can escape from Nalan Manor? Even if I don't get An Lingyue's relics, I must make sure you die without a burial place! I want your flesh and blood as payment for my son, Ziyun!"

As soon as Nalan Zhengze finished speaking, he suddenly crushed a jade jian for help.

Qingluan glanced at He Xi with a solemn expression while pinching the jade jian in her hand, "Young Miss, do you want me to call Master to come over now?"

Cough...why do you make it seem like your Master can come and go as he pleases?

He Xi coughed and shook her head, "No, I can feel that the scope of this jade jian is not far. He should only be able to summon the Elders and guards in Nalan Manor. This is good for us, as we won't have to find everyone to cut the grass. Now it can all be solved at once!"