Yu Meifang was not angry when she was scolded, but sneered: "It's just some intoxicating drugs, you old slave don't need to panic, your husband has a great fortune waiting for him, how dare I hurt his body?"

When Yu Hongyi saw what Yu Meifang said, he didn't take any chances anymore. He closed his eyes silently, laughed sadly and asked, "Aunt, why is this? My nephew really can't think of a reason."

Yu Hongyi really couldn't think of a reason for his aunt to harm them, because there was no conflict of interest at all. Even if his aunt rescued Lin Zhihui, the Lin family still had a foundation. This was a huge favor and beneficial to her aunt.

After all, Lin Zhihui's family is powerful, and with this favor, the Yu family will only be happy to see the success, and how can they do such an assassination? It is really unprofitable.

Therefore, Yu Hongyi had no defense against his aunt before, so he asked this question now.

"The steward sent by Mrs. Zhou Mu to select 'noble sons' has taken a fancy to you. You will be sent to the 'adopted son camp' tomorrow." Yu Meifang faced Yu Hongyi, put away the sneer on her lips, and replied numbly.

"Bitch!" When the old man heard this, he was furious. He had been walking outside for the past few days, but he didn't know that the governor of Zhuozhou and his wife had a deep love for each other and did not take concubines. Therefore, he was not confused even at this age, but still felt empty at his knees.

The wife of the state capital cannot have children, and she has been engaged in the "adopted child camp" recently.

Because Mrs. Zhoumu wants her son to be the "noble son" among "noble sons"!

Therefore, two hundred "noble sons" must be selected to enter the "adopted son camp" to compete with each other in a battle of wits and courage. In the end, only five people can leave the camp and become the adopted sons of Zhou Mu, and they will also be hypnotized by the demon Tianfangzi to wash away the memories of their past lives.

Therefore, even if this is a good thing, there are only a few people who want to become a "noble son".

Lin Zhihui went there and narrowly escaped death!

When Yu Hongyi heard this, he closed his eyes and opened them again. His eyes were filled with ice: "So, my aunt will come to take me into the house that day. Has she made this plan in advance?"

"Yes!" Yu Meifang turned to look Yu Hongyi in the eyes and admitted frankly: "My aunt will not ask for your forgiveness. If you want to blame me, blame your grandfather for marrying me into this Yuyi family."

Marrying such a ruthless person! Yu Meifang did not say the next words because of the presence of the Yu family.

Over the years, she had flattered Meifang, was careful to please him, and had worked hard to plan for him. After all, when her mother-in-law fell down, her husband's expression changed.

Men? Men are the most unreliable things!

She, Yu Meifang, could only find a way to protect her son on her own!

That bitch doesn’t care about legitimate concubines and has a lot of concubines. To him, it’s just a matter of sacrificing two sons. If he can gain power through this, why would he care!

She no longer has the reliability of her natal family in Meifang, so she has to rely on herself to create a better future for her son! Even if it means sacrificing her nephew and her own life, she will not hesitate!

Yu Meifang burst into tears and gritted her teeth and said: "There is nothing I can do about it. Your uncle wants to offer his son to please Mrs. Zhou Mu. If you two don't go, your two cousins ​​will go. My aunt's life will be ruined long ago."

, we can’t make the same mistakes again! Yi’er! I’m sorry!”

Yu Hongyi bit his lip and drew blood. No matter how severe the pain was, it could not withstand the power of the medicine. He loosened his clenched fists and fainted to the ground under the influence of the medicine.

Lin Zhihui was physically stronger and was still holding on to his willpower, stubbornly resisting the power of the medicine. When he heard Yu Meifang's words, he saw Yu Hongyi fainting and falling to the ground. He didn't know what was going on, and the veins on his forehead bulged violently.

Suddenly the old man stopped in front of Lin Zhihui to guard him, his muscles all tense.

Lin Zhihui observed the situation before him and said coldly: "Husou, run away! If you take me with you, you won't be able to escape!"

"Dalangjun!" Husou said in shock.

Lin Zhihui said decisively: "Go quickly! You can't escape even if you take me with you! If you rush out alone, there is still a chance."

When the time comes, tell my father what happened today and kill this woman to avenge me and Yu Hongyi!

Lin Zhihui didn't say the last sentence, but Husou had watched Lin Zhihui grow up since childhood, so he didn't understand what Lin Zhihui meant.

The people who go to the 'adopted son camp' are all carefully selected 'noble sons'. If they can be selected, they have good abilities. Only five people can survive out of two hundred people.

If you go here, you will have a narrow escape from death, and you may not be able to live again.

Lin Zhihui has always had a clear distinction between love and hate. Those who love him want him to live, and those who hate him want him to die. No matter what the reason for others, if they harm him, they must pay the price of death.

Suddenly the old man's eyes turned red. He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and roared loudly. He left Lin Zhihui behind, drew his sword and rushed out of the Yu Mansion!

Hu Sou had only one thought in his mind at the moment, which was to rush out and see the master of the house as soon as possible!

If you could walk faster, you might be able to save your husband's life.

Although the hope is slim, we must give it a try. Even if we fail to save him, we can still let the family head know who the enemy who harmed Dalangjun is!

If he Husou stayed here at this time, he would not even have anyone to send the message...

When Yu Meifang saw the old man trying to escape, she sneered and immediately ordered the surrounding people: "Stop this old slave and kill him on the spot!"

The surrounding tribes received the order and all attacked Husou.

Husou was highly skilled in martial arts, but after all, he was getting older and had limited physical strength. During this escape, his body was damaged and his agility was not as good as before. In the end, he was unable to escape. After bravely killing eight members of the Yu family, Husou finally

He was unable to defeat the four-handed man with his two fists, and was successfully attacked from behind by Buqu, who cut off his left arm.

Suddenly, the old man's left arm was cut off. He gritted his teeth and took two quick steps back. Only then did he stand upright. He gritted his teeth hard enough to stop crying out in pain.

Hu Sou stood with a sword in one hand. He was still fierce after one arm was cut off. The surrounding members of the Yu Mansion were all afraid of his power. For a while, no one dared to step forward to kill him.

The head of the family, Dalangjun, is really sorry. It seems that Husou has failed in his trust this time and is really going to die here.

He had committed countless murders in his life, so he could not be considered a good person. Even his family members were implicated in his death. It was a gift from God to live to this age with a happy life.

The only thing that Husou couldn't let go of at this moment was that the bit of bone and blood under his knees was suddenly red. He didn't know if Husou would be able to have enough to eat without his protection after his death. He didn't know if her appearance could be found.

Winning a wishful husband.

In this troubled world, I wonder if she can live well?

For the first time, there were some tears in Husou's eyes, and he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. The Yu family members surrounding him were temporarily restrained by Husou, and they did not dare to step forward anymore.

But he can no longer take care of these things from now on. He has enjoyed glory and wealth in his life, and now he has made a profit even after his death!

Suddenly the old man laughed evilly and moved his sword forward with one hand again, killing four more people before he was finally surrounded and died.

Lin Zhihui saw that the old man was dead, his eyes were red, his teeth were clattering, and when he raised his head, he let out a sad howl!

Husou was Lin Zhihui's martial arts master. He had grown up with him, and now he died tragically in front of him. How could he not feel so sad?
Chapter completed!