I am favored by the tyrant, so what if I am vicious?

Han Yu's body couldn't help but tremble violently.

He quickly blocked the courtyard door and prevented Han Mubai from entering.

Han Mubai kicked him away without even raising his eyebrows.

"Zhao Ji must die!"

"If you stop me, you will die too."

Han Yu was kicked to the ground, his eyes filled with horror: "You...are you crazy? I'm your father..."

His eldest son had always been gentle, kind, and gentle. How could he suddenly become so cold and cruel, talking only about fighting and killing?

Han Yu was frightened and screamed for help.

"Someone come here, my son is trying to kill me."

"Han Mubai is crazy. He wants to kill his father."

Han Mubai looked down at Han Yu, and he looked at him as if he was looking at a dead person.

He curled the corners of his lips and smiled indifferently.

"You can shout as much as you want, even if your throat hurts, no one will hear you. Today, Zhao Ji... must die."

"And you... I don't think you need to live."

He pushed Li Qing away, ignored Han Yu, and walked towards the yard step by step, holding a knife.

The servants in the courtyard saw Han Mubai and tried to stop him... Han Mubai's cold eyes swept over them: "If you don't want to die, get out of here."

The servants were terrified. They had never seen such a cold and cruel young master, who looked like a god of death.

He seemed like a completely different person.

Gods who stand in the way kill gods and Buddhas who stand in the way kill Buddhas.

Anyone who dared to stop him would be killed without mercy.

The servants were frightened by Han Mubai's appearance... They were all scared and fled out of the yard.

Han Yu called out to them, but they ran away without even looking back.

He gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, and pounced on Han Mubai's back.

"You bastard, you're really outrageous. I want to see if you really dare to kill your father."

"I will fight you to the death. As long as I am here, you cannot touch a single hair of Zhao Ji."

Han Mubai's body trembled as he dodged Han Yu... He turned around, holding the knife in his hand, and stabbed Han Yu in the stomach without blinking.

Han Yu was stunned... Because the movement was too fast, he had no time to dodge.

The knife stabbed hard into his waist.

"you……"

"But I am your father...you evil son."

Han Mubai curled the corners of his lips slightly, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty light.

"In my heart, you've already died."

After his death in his previous life, Han Yu, his so-called father... clearly noticed that there was something fishy about his death, but he pretended not to know. He clearly knew that there was something fishy about Zhao Ji, but he repeatedly indulged her...

His death seemed to be the most ordinary thing in Han Yu's eyes.

As a father, he didn't even shed a tear for him.

It seemed as if his son was just an dispensable dog in Han Yu's eyes.

Han Mubai smiled indifferently and pushed Han Yu away... the white knife went in and the red knife came out... the red blood splashed on Han Mubai's white robe.

He didn't care much, and wiped the blood off the knife by grabbing his white sleeve.

Han Yu covered his bloody belly and fell to the ground, sobbing and screaming in pain.

Li Qing felt his scalp tingling as he watched from the side.

Han Mubai raised his eyelids and glanced at him calmly: "Keep an eye on him... Don't let him run away. Go get help."

Li Qing swallowed and nodded quickly.

Han Mubai didn't even look at Han Yu. He pushed open the door and stepped into the room.

Zhao Ji was drowsy at this moment, but had regained some consciousness.

She heard the noise outside and her head hurt even more.

"What's the commotion?"

"I'm not dead yet."

Han Mubai's cold and captivating voice came immediately: "It's almost time. I'll be here to take you there."

"Since Grandfather won't punish you, then let me do it."

Zhao Ji was shocked and looked at Han Mubai with wide eyes in disbelief. He was wearing a white robe stained with blood and had a bloodthirsty look in his eyes.

She quickly sat up and hid towards the corner of the bed.

"You...what are you going to do?"

"Are you crazy? Whose blood is this in you?"

Han Mubai chuckled: "Of course it's my father's blood... He knew you drugged him, but he still wanted to protect you..."

"Since he wants to protect it, let him protect it with his life."

Zhao Ji couldn't help but screamed: "You lunatic, you are really crazy."

"Someone, help! This madman is going to kill someone..."

Han Mubai approached her little by little.

Zhao Ji's face turned pale and she wanted to get out of bed and run away.

Han Mubai grabbed her collar and slashed her thigh with a knife.

“The first knife is for Ge’er!

"The second knife is for myself..."

"The third knife... is for us!"

He slashed Zhao Ji several times.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining his white robe like a bright red rose.

There was even blood splattered on his handsome face.

But he seemed to be in a trance, waving the knife and slashing at Zhao Ji continuously.

The woman's moans of fear and pain went from panic and fear at first... to despair and pain... and then to weakness and silence.

Han Yu slowly crawled in from outside.

The blood on the ground meandered all the way.

His face was pale, and he raised his head with difficulty, staring blankly at the scene on the other side of the bed.

What a horrifying and bloody scene it was.

He couldn't even imagine it!

He couldn't control himself and started yelling hysterically.

"what……"

"Blood, a lot of blood."

Han Mubai seemed tired. He dropped the knife in his hand and leaned on the seat next to him.

He curled the corners of his lips slightly, slowly wiped the blood off his face, and stared at Han Yu with cold eyes.

"She's dead!"

"Next, it's your turn."

Han Yu was so scared that he wet his pants immediately.

He is completely crazy.

Crawl desperately towards the outside.

When Master Han and Madam Han ran in, they saw the bloody scene in the house and Han Yu with wet pants. Their eyes were full of astonishment.

Master Han immediately ordered all outsiders to block off the area.

He stepped forward and supported the crazy Han Yu.

Han Yu looked at him, his eyes full of horror: "Blood, so much blood."

The next moment, he laughed again: "Haha... How beautiful! It's a rose! The roses are in full bloom... Zhao Ji loves roses the most. I'm going to pick some for her... She will definitely be very happy."

Tutor Han closed his eyes and had Han Yu carried away.

His son is completely useless.

He looked up at Han Mubai with complicated eyes.

He never thought that his grandson could be so cruel.

He killed Zhao Ji with his own hands!

It even drove his father crazy.

Madam Han sobbed and cried, and rushed to Han Mubai. She looked at him covered in blood and nervously checked his body: "Mu'er, are you hurt?"

"Tell me where you feel uncomfortable..."

Han Mubai chuckled and took off the bloodstained robe.

He wiped the blood off his hands gracefully.

"I'm feeling fine now..."