SUN threw herself into Ximen Fenglie's arms...

"Grandpa, SUN will always be your little baby."

Ximen Fenglie lowered his head and looked at his shaking head. He was very embarrassed: "Whether you need SUN in the future or not, SUN will serve grandpa well."

Ximen Longting pinched the little guy's chin and said solemnly: "Did you eat candy today? Are you so sweet?"

"..."

"One moment he scolds me like a dog~~~, shit! The next moment he praises me like a god!"

"Grandpa and grandson quarreled at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed!"

Ximen Fenglie: "..."

"Moreover, no matter how Sun scolds him, grandpa is a god in Sun's eyes!"

SUN raised her little face and spoke seriously.

The expression on Ximen Fenglie's face was trembling again.

Children speak without restraint.

Many of SUN's words come out as he thinks, without thinking at all, and because there is no thought at all, every sentence sounds particularly touching.

When getting along with children, there is no intrigue between adults, no calculations and no precautions.

It's just so simple, like the warmth blooming from the sun...

No matter he is angry or happy, what he says can go straight to people's hearts.

Servants brought in carts full of food.

SUN stepped on the sofa and opened the lids one by one. He looked like a kid and took food to feed Ximen Fenglie.

The grandfather and grandson have reconciled, and the happiest person is Vic and the servants.

Ximen Fenglie is the most difficult demon king in the world...

Only SUN can take care of him.

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That day, Ximen Longting told Jing Jiaren a lot about his childhood, how he and Fanny were bullied and neglected.

He did something wrong, how should he be punished...

Even the servants dared to disrespect him. In that cold family, his status was worse than that of a dog.

It wasn't until Fanny's death that Grandpa Ximen realized that he was the only bloodline, so he started to take him seriously.

He slowly found a place in the family...

But he still had trouble with the 13th elder. These powerful old people, relying on their qualifications, usually gave him little shoes to wear.

In this way, Ximen Longting lived in a bonded relationship.

He poured a sip of red wine into his mouth and shook the glass, as if he was drinking whiskey that was burning through his intestines.

A disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he asked with extreme sarcasm: "Beautiful lady, do you know what belief supported me in my survival back then?"

"..."

"It's just one breath." He put down the cup heavily, "I want to bring back all the people who have bullied me."

"..."

"I want them all to experience my original situation, ten times, a hundred times!"

It is the flame of revenge that makes him struggle to survive in the worst environment.

Jing Jiaren's throat hitched, and her eyes became blurry again.

After Fanny died, a five or six-year-old child crawled around with bloodthirsty hatred.

How great and heavy this hatred must be!

"Ximen Longting..." Jing Jiaren opened her mouth slightly before speaking.

Ximen Longting interrupted abruptly: "I don't want sympathy, nor do I need your comfort!"

"..."

"The wound has scabbed over...I don't care, that's why I can talk about it!"

He didn't want to talk to her once and didn't say a word. Was it because the injury was too painful?

What is there to tell her about that childhood full of scars?
Chapter completed!