Ruan Zhan remained motionless like wood, but his heart was like boiling water, steaming his already riddled soul!

Night wind ring, Yin and Yang diagonal, are you sure he is dead?

I still remember that when Sima Nan was about to die, the smile on his lips was a little ridiculous, a little compassion, a little sympathy, and a little heartache, which made people feel palpitations. Did he know everything? I know that Ruan Zhan’s life was just a joke, a meaningless scam!

He asked Sima Nan three questions: first, their relationship; second, his life experience; third, his father's bizarre death? Sima Nan only answered these three sentences without an explanation. At that time, he did not think Sima Nan was making a fool of himself, because he thought that Sima Nan had no clarity and must have his own reasons. But for the first answer, he immediately knew the answer.

Night wind ring.

He didn't know what sect his father was, but he knew that the most powerful spell in his father's sect was called Feng Blade. Later, the reason why he practiced the fire hand seal and palm thunder first was because Feng Blade had higher requirements for spiritual power. He had to improve his strength when he was unbuttoning his seal. However, he didn't know this when he was a child. He just occasionally saw his father use Feng Blade to beat a very fierce ghost and disappeared in an instant, and he liked it very much. But although he liked it, he did not ask his father to learn, because his father always conveyed such a message to him-they were just two strangers who were together, and they didn't have to get too close, and he was not qualified to ask for anything that did not belong to him. At that time, he was eight years old and had not begun to teach any knowledge about Taoism by his father.

That summer, he fought with Wanli and the older children on the street and suffered external injuries. Because he did not report the wound without reporting it, the wound was not cleaned in time, which eventually led to a high fever. He struggled in the hospital for more than a week before he saved his life and was taken home to rest by his father.

One night it was very hot and he was lying in an unventilated room and felt very uncomfortable, but he couldn't go to the yard to cool off because of his fatigue. Just as he was thinking about what to do, he suddenly saw his father slowly walk in. This made him a little strange, because the father and son rarely talked, and his father rarely entered his room. From the day he was adopted, he learned to take care of himself. He saw his father paced in the room for a while, as if there was something difficult to decide. Then he sat on the head of his bed, grabbed it in a chic manner, and then waved it to his face.

Immediately he felt a gentle cool breeze blowing on his face. The wind suddenly spread from far to near, and the moment he touched his face, it swept towards his head like a ring, and then went down along his body.

He was too young at that time. Although he had developed his current personality, he was childish after all. This trend made him feel comfortable and fun, and he couldn't help laughing. He said to his father, can he do it again?

My father didn't say anything, but did it again and again, and then did it all night until he fell asleep in a daze. Even in his dream, he felt the wind ring blowing on him over and over again, making him feel cool and gentle.

It was the morning of the next day when he woke up, and his father disappeared, but he would never forget the night. His always stern and taciturn father coaxed him, comforted him, and stroked his head, just like a father who dotes on his children the most. Afterwards, he mustered up the courage to ask about the details of that kind of spell. His father told him that it was called "Yefenghuan", which was the little spell created by his father back then, that is, his master's master created himself to make his disciple happy. It was useless, but except for his father, only the master's master could do it. Because the master promised his father that it was just a spell created for him and would never be passed on to others.

So, when Sima Nan said these three words with a hint of kindness, he immediately knew that Sima Nan was his master. How ridiculous it was. No matter how life and death fought, he actually beat his master to death!

And when the three words "yin and yang pole" entered his ears, his shock was even more indescribable! He didn't understand how Sima Nan knew about this!

He had a strange black birthmark at the soles of his feet since he was a child. He had never cared about it because it didn't hurt or itchy. However, once his father accidentally saw it, he told him that the birthmark was unique, called Yin and Yangji. People with Yin and Yangji have powerful natural skills and are only passed down between biological father and son. When did he see other people having such birthmarks at the soles of their feet, that person was his biological father.

When he was young, he didn't believe this statement at all. He stubbornly thought that the man in his family was his biological father. He didn't know if that person had a birthmark, but he knew that the man hated him and threw him into a coal truck! He hated the man and woman who abandoned him very much. If it weren't for being too young when he left home and didn't know where he was, he even had the idea of ​​revenge!

But today it seems that he actually hated the wrong person! The man who threw him away was just his adoptive parents. When people discovered his strangeness, they were understandable to be afraid that he would hate him, and they hated someone he shouldn't hate at all. However, their biological father pretended to be his adoptive father and stayed by his side for more than ten years, and said nothing to him, just treated him coldly! He was still carrying the burden of grace when he longed for love but could not get it, accepting it carefully, resisting with great concern, and being grateful for his "gift"!

I guess what my father told him "unintentionally" was intentional. But why? Why did he, as his biological father, refuse to admit it? Before he could remember it, did his father abandon him or sent him to someone? Later, when he was sent back, was it intentional arrangement or a coincidence?

Finally, he understood the complex and difficult look in his eyes when he was sent to his father by the ghost! He must have known who the child in front of him at that time? So he accepted and said rejection, love or hate, curiosity or surprise? At that moment, it must have all surged into his heart.

But so what? Why is he so cruel and ruthless to his biological son, and he doesn't give him any warmth, but he teaches him so many things? Do he hate him or love him? He has to take him in and have other plans? Even if he has a dog, he will occasionally play with the dog, hold it and caress its hair. Why can he be so cold, as if he doesn't want to have any emotional connection with him? He doesn't want to have a deep connection with him at all? Isn't he the closest and most flesh-and-blooded person he is?!

So why give him some warm memories, the night wind ring that waved on that summer night, the baked egg yolk grass cake? Also, why should I tell him about the Yin and Yang poles? Is it necessary to hint?

Thinking of this, Ruan Zhan felt a sad sneer from the bottom of his heart. It doesn't matter anymore, how sad this is! He always thought he was cold enough, but compared with his biological father, he was really a witch! At least he still had feelings and knew that he should repay his benefactor, befriend his friends, and beloved women like treasures, but what about his father?

There is no more love than father and son, but he can be compared with his son like a pair of strangers who have benefited for more than ten years. He also calmly told his only son that he will have a three-day struggle like a death penalty in the future, as if his life and death have nothing to do with him!

So the answer to the third question is no longer important. Whether his father dies or lives, it has nothing to do with him. Anyway, he doesn't want to be involved with him. Anyway, he has been hiding this big secret. Besides, his father might have been able to hide it from him when he was pretending to die. Now he is very sure that his father is really dead, at least in his body. Why did he pretend to die before? Why did he appear now? Who was killed by him? Where did his soul go? Who was the person who couldn't see his face? It has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't want to intervene!

Resentment or sadness, Ruan Zhan couldn't explain clearly. He only felt that his life and death were so boring. He knew that his life and death were so boring. When he was underage, he knew that his life was in the Three Kingdoms. The reason why he could survive peacefully even though he knew the death period was because when his parents abandoned him, his adoptive father could take him in. He felt that for this kind of raising him, he could not give up himself first, and he had to find out the cause of his adoptive father's death. But now this reason no longer exists. A similar fierce thought suddenly arose in his heart. He really wanted to end his life immediately and let God's arrangements and father's prophecy all fail! There would be no adoptive misfortune at all, because before that, he ended everything himself!

The neck was wet, who was crying so sadly? Where did the warmth come from from his chest to his whole body?

After Ruan Zhan developed that decisive world-weariness, he suddenly felt something strange. He pulled back his trance mind and realized that he had stood up. He held the crystal knife with a bloodline in his left hand, and pointed his right hand into the air, as if he was about to step out of the air, but his waist was wrapped tightly with his arms, and he was close to his chest.

"You have to take me wherever you want to go, and the same goes for hell!" A voice said willfully with tears in his heart.

In an instant, he woke up!

This is Xiao Xia's room, his crystal knife is hidden on the bookshelf here, and his inner consciousness is directing him to return to his hometown and end his life in the old house to fight against all these unfair arrangements!

"Xiaoxia, let go." He said tiredly. He loved her so much, but at this moment he couldn't bear it.

"I don't! I won't!" With the answer, the arm around Ruan Zhan's waist tightened, almost making him die.

"Let me go, Xiao Xia. I'm just--just--"

"You're just leaving and never coming back!"

"No."

"That's it! Don't lie to me, I'm not stupid. I won't let go, otherwise you will disappear in a flash! I can't stop you, so I'll go wherever you want, but you have to take me with you!" Xiao Xia continued to cry, tears sprinkled on Ruan Zhan's heart, making his heart so sad that he lost the power of hatred.

"Stop crying, is anyone dead?" He tried to joke, "Ah, someone died, but it was my father who died, and it was me who was betrayed. Why are you crying? Still so sad?"

"I'm crying for you because you are unwilling to show weakness." Xiao Xia slightly raised her head and looked at Ruan Zhan's cold face.

Although the handsome face seemed calm, her eyes were filled with resoluteness and anger, and all the lines were tense, as if she wanted to fight the unfair fate! Her expression was filled with endless sadness, helplessness made her wish she could replace her, wanting to hurt him and be sad for him. Why is the only person who is the only person with a very ill fate? Why does he have to carry things that others don’t need to bear? Why is it that he lives so hard and hopeless?

I thought I knew him, but then I realized that he was so stubborn. When faced with this complete blow, when the spiritual world he had built since childhood collapsed in an instant, he even forced himself to stand up straight and refused to show any weakness in front of others. The tragic childhood of no care and being repeatedly rejected shaped his lonely, tough and tenacious personality, but he may not know that no matter how strong a person is, he has the right to be weak!

So, she felt more sorry for his stubbornness and his fragility under his strong appearance!

"Cry for me?" Ruan Zhan murmured, the emotions in his words were unclear.

Xiao Xia pulled down his arm that was parked in the air to draw talismans, relieved the threat that he would suddenly disappear, and then vigorously pry apart his other hand that was tightly held tightly, took out the crystal knife that might be a treasure without hesitation, threw it on the ground at will, and then surrounded his arms around his shoulders.

"Now you hold me." She said softly, "transfer all your dissatisfaction and sadness to me, and let me cry out all the sad things for you."

"Xiao Xia!" He wanted to break free helplessly, but found that she was holding him to death.

"You have done so much for me, so let me help you once." Xiao Xia burst into tears, "I can't let you leave me. I still have a lot of things to do with you. Now let you go, and there will be no chance in the future. So, I want to help you take off the burden. Come on, I beg you, you just need to relax and don't force yourself for a minute!"

His body was stiff, and Xiao Xia took great effort to make him bend his body a little, pressing him against her shoulders indifferently.

Her body fragrance and hair fragrance, and the warm breath in the back of her neck made the iceberg in his heart suddenly crack. He wanted to resist, but she tried desperately to melt him. He hesitated, unable to be sure whether he should obey her.

Try it, maybe you won’t be so tired if you relax for a while. What else do he have to worry about in front of her? Moreover, if you don’t listen to her words, she really won’t let herself go and will be entangled endlessly. Otherwise, there will be only this time, only this time to relax. Anyway, he doesn’t have much time.

These thoughts vaguely passed through his heart, making his body relax unconsciously. The relaxation of his body brought emotional relaxation, and when his tense nerves gave up resistance, all the past events that no one knew came to his heart, causing him to gradually give up disguise, hugged the person in his arms, release all the burden in his body to her, and all the weight on his body was also hung on her.

Feeling his stiff body soft, Xiao Xia gritted her teeth and maintained a standing posture. He was much taller than her, so she could not stand, allowing her to support the weight, which almost made her fall. But she was very happy that he could slowly get rid of the sudden emotions just now, and she was very happy to give him some warmth. He was really a poor man. Although he was elegant in appearance and strong in personality, the stronger he was, the weakest he was. She was really happy to help him share the burden.

He still didn't cry. Perhaps he had lost this function, but he couldn't help but tremble. She let him silently vent his loneliness, bitterness and sadness for so many years!
Chapter completed!