Reborn in Liangshan: I built the strongest lineup

"you you……"

Fang La was completely shocked. What had he just heard? Fang Tianding said that he already had the blood of the Fang family on his hands? Who had he killed?

"It's fate! You, you stop right there!"

Fang La was like a waning lion king, trying to intimidate Fang Tianding with his remaining power.

Upon hearing this, Fang Tianding paused, then turned around, looked at Fang La, and said, word by word.

“Father, the world has changed. You are old and no longer suitable to be the ruler of the Ming Dynasty.”

"You, you, you unfilial son!"

Upon hearing Fang Tianding's words, Fang La's face turned deathly pale with anger, and he clutched his chest tightly with one hand, as if he couldn't breathe.

"Father, save your energy. You can no longer control the entire Ming Dynasty."

“If you are willing to continue recuperating in the palace, then I will certainly be a filial crown prince and your good son.”

"But if you have other intentions, then please forgive your unfilial son!"

Fang Tianding's words were very straightforward, and he also exposed his ambition completely!

"You! You!..."

Fang La was utterly shocked, unable to comprehend why everything had changed after he woke up from his brief period of unconsciousness.

"You unfilial son! You unfilial son! I, I will not, will not pass the throne to you!"

Enraged, Fang La resorted to this tactic: threatening him with the throne.

Fang Tianding was about to leave, but after hearing what Fang La said, he changed his mind and turned to walk towards Fang La.

This time, however, his face no longer held the respect it had shown before; instead, it was filled with coldness and murderous intent!

"You, what are you going to do?!"

Fang La saw Fang Tianding's expression and sensed his murderous intent, which made him somewhat intimidated.

After all, he was still very weak at the moment, and if Fang Tianding wanted to do something, it would be difficult for him to struggle.

Fang Tianding did not reply, but instead approached him step by step.

"Fang Tianding! What kind of look is that! Could it be that you want to kill your father?!"

"You, you murdered your father! You, you will die a horrible death!"

Fang La's inner fear finally forced him to put aside his pride as a father, and he looked at Fang Tianding and shouted, even speaking more fluently.

"My father, we could have been a loving and filial father and son, but why did you force me to do this?"

Fang Tianding was now standing by Fang La's bedside, looking down at him with a gradually cold gaze.

"You only have one son, me. If you don't pass the throne to me, who do you intend to pass it to? Fang Jie, that bastard?"

"My good father, do you want the whole Ming Dynasty to know that you have insulted your sister-in-law?"

"you you……"

Faced with Fang Tianding's questioning, Fang La was speechless, only struggling to retreat into the bed, as if that would bring him a sense of security.

"I really want to be a good son."

Fang Tianding slowly leaned down and placed his hands on the bed.

"Father, you will give me this chance, won't you?"

"You! You! You unfilial son!"

Perhaps it was Fang Tianding's appearance that touched Fang La's sensitive heart. At this moment, he felt that the person standing in front of him was not his son, but Ren Yuan, his great enemy!

"I will absolutely not pass the throne to you! Absolutely not!"

"Fang Jie is my son! He is the Crown Prince!"

"Go ahead and kill your father if you dare! Come on! Come on!"

Fang La exerted all his strength and roared at Fang Tianding, which shows how furious the Ming emperor was at that moment.

"My good father, then I, your son, will respectfully comply!"

Fang Tianding's eyes turned cold. "Fine, fine, Fang Jie is your son, right? Then I have no burden at all!"

For the sake of my Great Ming Dynasty, please, Father Emperor, embark on your journey!

"Roar!"

Fang Tianding let out a beast-like roar, then pounced on the bed, stretched out his hands, and fiercely grabbed Fang La's neck!

"Uh, uh..."

Fang La never expected his son to be so ruthless, killing him without hesitation!

He was naturally unwilling to get up, so he used his last bit of strength to struggle, grab Fang Tianding's hands, and try to take them away!

If Fang La were in good health, perhaps there would be a chance, but now his health is extremely poor, and he has no way to shake Fang Tianding!

Left with no other choice, he could only continue to hold on with one hand and use the other hand to strike Fang Tianding’s ribs with all his might, trying to knock Fang Tianding back!

"Useless father, your strength is just tickling me now."

Fang Tianding looked at Fang La, whose face had turned red, whose eyes were bulging, and whose expression had become ferocious, and spoke calmly:

“Father, you are still my father. I cannot get your blood on my hands, and I do not want to see you like this.”

After he finished speaking, he suddenly released his hands. Fang La coughed violently and gasped for breath. Just now, he really felt like he was about to die.

But Fang Tianding had no intention of letting Fang La off the hook. Seeing Fang La's ugly behavior, he casually picked up his quilt.

"Cough, heavens, heavens..."

Fang La seemed to know what Fang Tianding was going to do. The fear of death made him no longer dare to be stubborn, and he quickly tried to beg for mercy.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Fang Tianding wouldn't listen at all and forcefully pressed the blanket over Fang La's head, completely covering his face!

"Father! For the sake of the Ming Dynasty! You must die!"

Fang Tianding's tone was firm, then he quietly reassured himself:

"If I die like this, my hands won't be stained with my father's blood!"

"Woo, woo, woo..."

At this moment, Fang La was unable to speak. He began to struggle incessantly, but his strength was too limited to break free. Soon, his movements began to weaken, and then he suddenly pushed off with both feet and stopped moving completely.

"Huh, huh..."

When Fang Tianding realized that his father beneath him had stopped moving, his expression changed. He opened his mouth and gasped for breath, but his grip on his hands showed no sign of loosening.

He was also afraid, afraid that his father was not dead, so he deliberately kept Fang La in the dark for a while longer. After all, it was the first time he had killed his own father, and he had no experience. He should be better at it in the future.

"Phew... Father, I'm so sorry."

After a while, Fang Tianding finally recovered. He stared at the bulge under the blanket for a long time before finally lifting the blanket.

After the blanket was pulled back, Fang La's face reappeared in Fang Tianding's eyes, but the face now was very different from the one Fang Tianding remembered.

The imposing, dignified face that Fang La once possessed was gone, replaced by a horrifying swelling and a purplish-red face that was truly terrifying.

His eyes were wide open, pupils dilated, frozen in shock and disbelief, a trickle of saliva mixed with blood flowing from his lips and soaking into the mattress beneath him.

"Father, why are you doing this?"

Fang Tianding sighed, then reached out and closed his eyes.

He was his own father after all; he couldn't let him die with regrets.

"I really, really want to be a good son..."