"You are such a good son of mine!" Yuan Tinghuan looked at Yuan Shu, who was holding a giant axe, with a self-deprecating smile on his sinister face.
Yuan Tinghuan had calculated that perhaps father and son were at odds with each other, but he had not calculated that Yuan Shu would stand on his opposite side and talk to him like this.
"From the moment you killed your uncle, you and I were destined not to be father and son." Yuan Shu's ax blade drew a clear crack on the ground.
Gently stroking the purple python's body with his left hand, Yuan Tinghuan did not show anger because of Yuan Shu's words, but instead showed a relieved smile.
"In that case, then I will send you to see him!" Yuan Tinghuan said, waving his right hand, and the three hundred mutated dead soldiers waiting behind him were ready to go, with their arms and claws intertwined.
"Following your uncle, Shi Jiuli, are you going to forget who your father is?" Yuan Tinghuan's hand did not fall after all, and the three hundred mutated dead soldiers behind him did not pass Yuan Tinghuan. Half body.
"Father? In your eyes, you only have your dead mother!" Yuan Shu responded loudly, and in his tone, there was no longer any respect for his father, but only resentment.
"When I was young, when I was in military school and joining the military, did you ever care about me? All you cared about was your deceased mother, and you never wanted to look at me who was supposed to go with her!"
Yuan Shu complained angrily, the anger accumulated in his heart, the indifference he had received since he was six years old, and his eyes that could not see any family affection.
"You have really grown up. Now you dare to talk to me like this!" Yuan Tinghuan looked at Yuan Shu. In his memory, his son was still the child who was only one meter tall.
"It seems that I have indeed neglected your education in these years. These words are all given to you by Yuan Tingkai!" Yuan Tinghuan did not call him his brother or Yuan Shu's uncle, but directly addressed him He got Yuan Tingkai's name.
"These words, of course... are not!" Yuan Shu's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. Facing his father, Yuan Shu had no family affection, and even the last trace of fantasy was wiped out.
"My uncle never said this. What he said was to advise me how to get along with you, a demon with a human face." Yuan Shu's eyes were red and swollen. Perhaps Yuan Tingkai was more like Yuan Shu's father than Yuan Tinghuan.
"No matter how much you say about a dead person, there is no way to prove it." A moment of hesitation flashed across Yuan Tinghuan's face, but he did not let go of the murderous thoughts in his heart.
"If you insist on standing by his side, I don't mind taking you with him...!" Yuan Tinghuan's left arm was wrapped with a purple python, and his five fingers gently rubbed the snake scales, and the purple liquid flowed from the gaps in the snake scales. Slowly seeping out.
"Then let's do it!" Yuan Shu made up his mind and stood in front of Lin Zihan without taking even a step back. His hand holding the ax handle remained motionless.
"Why bother? He is your father, your only relative in this world." Lin Zihan looked at Yuan Shu's back and persuaded him softly, with a hint of unbearability in his tone.
Lin Zihan of Zeng Jin resented Yuan Shu for deceiving and betraying him, even forgetting the fateful friendship between the two.
But when Yuan Shu really stood in front of him, stood with him, facing Yuan Shu's father, his decisive tone suddenly made Lin Zihan feel very uncomfortable.
"You once asked me why I didn't tell you that Yuan Tingkai was my uncle." Yuan Shu turned away and glanced sideways at Lin Zihan. He exuded a strong fighting spirit and was completely different from before.
"I didn't explain it because I didn't know how to explain it at all. It wasn't until the Union Army occupied half of the country in the Southern Territory that I had the opportunity to talk face to face with my uncle and talk as a soldier.
Before that, my uncle was always just an uncle, not the director of the Military Law Department, nor the King of Hell who was full of evil, nor the famous Commander-in-Chief of the United Army. "
The softest part of Yuan Shu's heart was touched by his father's ruthlessness and indifference. Yuan Shu's childhood may have been shared more with his uncle.
Anyone who is willing to accept that his uncle has such a side hidden behind his charitable side.
"Pretentious~!" Yuan Tinghuan's right hand finally fell, and the three hundred mutated dead soldiers behind him rushed towards Yuan Shu like a tide.
Standing still, Yuan Shu held the giant ax in one hand, his cold eyes, bloodshot and surprisingly calm, terrifyingly calm.
The crazy mutated dead soldier waved his claws, running, chasing, and leaping to Yuan Shu's eyes. His claws tore through the air and made bursts of explosions.
Countless sharp claws approached, but Yuan Shu did not move at all. Yuan Shu was waiting. He was not waiting for his father to change his mind, but waiting...
With a flash of his body, Lin Zihan's left hand pressed heavily on Yuan Shu's shoulder. He did not have any scruples, nor did he deliberately restrain his strength. Instead, all his own weight was pressed on Yuan Shu's body.
Sweeping his body sideways, Lin Zihan's toes hit the mutant's head, his feet were close to the mutant's face, and he kicked directly on the teeth.
With his mouth wide open and saliva overflowing, he kicked the mutant over with this kick. Lin Zihan also held the long sword in his hand and stood beside Yuan Shu.
"It's a pity that instructors Chen Ling and Xia Ming are not here." A smile appeared on Lin Zihan's gloomy face. That kind of relieved smile was also a smile that the two of them had not seen for a long time.
"It's really a pity~!" The giant ax trembled, and waves of rippling blue waves came out from the axe blade. This time, Yuan Shu would no longer hide it, nor would he retreat. The last concern in his heart was taken care of by his father himself. Cut it off!
Putting his left hand on Yuan Shu's shoulder, Lin Zihan gently patted Yuan Shu's shoulder with a flat smile on his lips, "This time, let's see who kills more!"
This kind of competition always appeared in the process of hunting for two people. Unfortunately, more than a year had passed, and the short memories of both of them were gradually blurred, but the competition seemed to be right in front of them.
After the words fell, Lin Zihan's figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only a stunned Yuan Shu, looking at the shoulder that Lin Zihan had just tapped, smiling stupidly.
The red figure was walking through the waves of mutants. Lin Zihan was like a fish in the water, enjoying himself with ease. The sharp blade could easily split the mutant's armor and tear the scales attached to the skin.
And all this was so easy. In Yuan Shu's eyes, it was no different from the angry competition between the two during the hunting trip.
Having completely ended everything with his father, Yuan Shu felt extremely relaxed. It was true relaxation, the relaxation of body and soul.
The huge ax, which was as heavy as a thousand pieces, wandered in Yuan Shu's hand, as light as a branch, swinging and slashing at will. Wherever the ax blade passed, a dark green liquid splashed out.
Yuan Tinghuan leaned on the golden throne, closed his eyes, raised his head slightly towards the blue sky, and let out a long sigh.
Eighteen years of patience and darkness were all released at this moment. When his son completely broke with himself, his last thoughts were shattered.
"You are just like him, a stubborn guy." Yuan Tinghuan glanced at the black shadow that appeared behind him, and Yuan Tingkai turned into clay again.
Even though it was completely unrecognizable, the skeleton still vaguely revealed Yuan Tingkai's appearance. After all, the mud only infected Yuan Tingkai's body and could not completely change a person.
Just like the current body of mud, it still exudes a kind of tyrannical pressure, emitting the abyss of a black hole.
"..." Yuan Tingkai, who was speechless in the mud and lost his self-awareness, was more like a pool of mucus separated from Yuan Tinghuan's body and transformed into a human form.
"Cang~" There are times when the sharp blade cannot be cut. Lin Zihan's Dragon Blood Sword made a crisp sound, creating a burst of explosive sparks, but the thick blood did not splash out. Waiting for Lin Zihan Yes, it was a heavy punch instead.
His body flew out upside down, and Lin Zihan slid back more than ten meters before finally stopping.
And Yuan Shu didn't feel much relieved. The giant ax tore open the bodies of those mutants, which would heal in an instant. More and more mutants surrounded them, and fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Yuan Shu's forehead.
After kicking the mutant in the head, Yuan Shu turned over and took several steps back before dodging the pursuing sharp blade.
"These mutants..." Yuan Shu looked at the corpses lying on the ground. There were only a dozen of them. The two of them had just been fighting for a while, but it didn't seem to affect the swarm of mutant dead soldiers.
"The immortal body can be reorganized infinitely. As long as the virus in the body is still active, it will reorganize." Lin Zihan gently rubbed his abdomen with his left hand. The punch just now made Lin Zihan almost out of breath.
"And they have no fear and will fight to the death." Lin Zihan looked at the besieged mutants and suddenly regretted not listening to Eucommia ulmoides.
Going to a meeting alone may look cool but is actually stupid. How can Yuan Tinghuan, a man who doesn't even care about family ties and life, be honest?
"Bang~!" There was a gunshot in Lin Zihan's ear. Lin Zihan, who had extremely keen hearing, looked at the hillside not far away, and saw a flame shooting towards him.
"Poof~" There was a low explosion, and the splashed brains were mixed with dark green blood, like fireworks in bloom, but the color was a bit uglier.
A mutant's head turned into a puddle of flesh on the spot, and his body fell stiffly, lying on the ground twitching slightly.
"Chen Ling~?" This was the first thought in Lin Zihan's mind. Among the people he knew, Chen Ling was the only one who was good at using such a heavy-fire sniper rifle.
"Boom~~" The low roar of the engine passed by, echoing in my ears.
Circling over the battlefield, Lin Zihan saw fighter planes circling past, gradually lowering their flying altitude.
"It seems that the popularity between the two of us is not too bad!" Lin Zihan said with a smile, raising the sword in his hand and pointing at Yuan Tinghuan who was sitting behind the mutant.
"Even if you have the ability to reorganize, it will be difficult to recover after being reduced to a puddle of flesh under the intensive artillery fire!" Lin Zihan's tone revealed confidence and ridicule.
Back then, Zhang Hanjun was defeated in an instant with his powerful impact.
"You're lucky!" Yuan Tinghuan slapped his hand heavily on the handle of the seat. The purple python wrapped around his left arm trembled and was locked behind the seat.
The heavily surrounded mutants suddenly dispersed like birds and beasts, disappeared around the two of them, gathered behind Yuan Tinghuan, lifted Yuan Tinghuan's throne, and fled towards the southern capital city.
"Have you thought about it? If you leave with me, you and him may be on opposite sides, and we will face each other in the future." Lin Zihan looked at Yuan Shu and asked sincerely, with no doubts or questions in his tone. Like persuasion.
"So what, he has never looked at me in the past eighteen years. In his heart, he may only have hatred for himself and my deceased mother!" Yuan Shu looked at the back of the figure on the throne. Back view.
Even though there were three hundred mutated dead soldiers behind him, he still felt so lonely.
