"I have said that you would harm the world by bringing evil objects. Even if you are my son, you will not forgive me easily!" Bailiyu's eyes were cold and merciless, and he was deeply disappointed.

I don't!

Balian couldn't say a word.

The thorns scratched his clothes and penetrated his skin, and the blood quickly gathered under him to form a small river, melting the ice and snow and turning it red.

Balian's eyes were red with grievance, his cheeks were full of blood, and his teeth were biting the sharp thorns.

The soft tongue in his mouth was pierced and punctured, and the destructive thunderfire burned along his mouth to his lungs. The scorching and poisonous temperature made him feel like he was burning inside!

Li Xuan suddenly felt a sense of relief after a disaster, but more importantly...he secretly looked at this thousand-year-old immortal and the master of the Sword Sect with strange eyes.

I thought to myself, how can any father be like this? He would beat his son seriously and seriously hurt him without saying a word. Why don't you listen to his explanation first?

Even though he said he was a strict father, he was not so critical and harsh as he is now.

This doesn't look like a father at all. He is simply a terrifying devil.

Su Jing's eyes were red, and his black hair stood up.

Su Guanhai also had a deep expression on his face. He looked at his daughter, whose anger was rising. He slowly raised his hand, covered his daughter's head with his broad palm, and pressed it gently.

The anger was immediately suppressed, and Su Jing fell down silently, being held in his arms.

Su Guanhai's eyes burned brightly with a red lotus, and he looked straight in the direction of Bai Lian.

Suddenly, the thorns of thunder and fire that bound Balian were suppressed by the red lotus flames, and there was a bang, as if they were being stretched open by some powerful force.

With one look, the iron-colored cage forcibly returned to the appearance of the sharpshooter Lei Wu, lying quietly in the snow beside Bailian.

Balian's whole body relaxed, and he lay panting in the blood-stained snow, like a wounded lone animal, stubbornly and forbearingly putting away his tears and sadness, biting his lip.

Bailiyu turned around slightly with an indifferent expression and looked at Su Guanhai expressionlessly: "This is my family matter. I educate my son, so I don't have to do it myself, Sect Master Su!"

Su Guanhai's eyebrows were deep, and he could faintly see that he was starting to get angry: "Whether the truth has yet been found out, doesn't Brother Baili think that he is being too arbitrary?"

Bailiyu sneered, lowered his eyes and looked down at Bailian on the ground coldly: "He has been like this since he was a child, mediocre and useless! With his eloquent mouth and careful mind, even if he does something wrong,

There is always someone protecting him.

When he was a child, he was his mother. Now that he has grown up, it is your turn again, Sect Master Su. Do you really think that someone can protect you for the rest of your life?! Or..."

The chill between Bailiyu's brows was strong, and he glared at Bailian with a stern gaze, and a disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Do you think that because you are my son, you can be lawless in this world!"

Balian felt a chill in her heart, and the ice and snow on the ground was bone-chilling.

The coldness of his father's words as he rubbed the wound was like a knife along his wound, splitting open his flesh and piercing into the bone marrow.

The pain is so painful that one doesn't want to think or struggle.

Zheng Siyan was undoubtedly the happiest person, and he thought that what that person said was indeed correct.

Balian can make a dead move alive, but only if his father does not exist in this move.

Once his father arrives, there will be no possibility for him to make a comeback.

He suddenly grinned and said while the fire was still hot: "Senior Sword Master, I saw it with my own eyes that Balian controlled the kid to kill people. He harmed mortals. As the saying goes, the emperor breaks the law and the common people are equally guilty. You see..."

Stupid boy, if you compete with me for women, I want you to taste the feeling of being abandoned by your own relatives!

Unexpectedly, Bailiyu glared at her, so cold that it penetrated into his soul.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you interfere in the affairs of my Baili family!"

Zheng Siyan's face suddenly turned pale. He obviously couldn't bear the pressure from Baili Yu's eyes. He took ten steps back before he could stand still, his chest heaving uncontrollably.

Just now...

He actually felt as if he had been to the underworld and experienced a terrifying experience.

He didn't dare to look at Bailiyu, let alone speak nonsense.

At this moment, he knew that Bailiyu was not the person he could stir up trouble.

The smartest thing to do now is to wait for the opportunity...

Bailiyu's harshness towards Bailian has almost reached a perverted level, which also negatively reflects his expectations for Bailian.

He would not allow Balian to make any mistakes or mistakes. If he did something wrong, he, as a father, would naturally punish him severely.

But who is Zheng Siyan!

Bailiyu teaches his children based on his own wishes, is it possible that he still needs to give him an explanation?

"Father..." Balian couldn't care about anything at the moment, and even forgot about the existence of Zheng Siyan, a hidden danger.

He even actively ignored anyone in the courtyard.

Bailiyu was the only one left in his red eyes, and his pupils clearly reflected the tall and majestic figure of the man in the wind and snow. The black and red sword robe had become a symbol in his heart.

A customary scenery.

Balian gritted his teeth, as if with the last trace of stubbornness, he spoke with difficulty: "Father...are you really unwilling to give me three days to prove my innocence?"

Bailiyu sneered and looked at his pitiful and blood-stained face mercilessly: "Give you three days? Give you three days to find a good excuse and set up a trap to absolve yourself of guilt? Don't try to escape your own guilt.

, follow me back to Tianxi Sin Sword Pond."

Never believed it...

The last flame in Bailian's eyes was extinguished under his cold words.

Tianxi Sin Sword Pond is a place where sinners think about their mistakes and suffer.

The sect master personally used secret techniques to turn the sinner into a huge sinful bone, and threw it into the sword pool, where he was increasingly cut into pieces by thousands of swords until the sinful bone formed the shape of a bone sword, which was the day he left the pool.

From ancient times to the present, sinners who enter the Tianxi Sin Sword Pond spend at least ten years there.

Balian lowered his head deeply and looked at the snow on the ground, his eyes gradually losing their luster.

Always been this way……

When he was a child, other disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect bullied him and beat him with fists and kicks in a deserted place.

At that time, he naively thought that when he told his father aggrievedly what happened, his father would pat his head and vent his anger on him.

But my father didn't.

He just gave him a cold side glance.

"go out."

With these two words, Balian could understand the disgust and disappointment in his eyes, as if he came to his father for comfort with his injury, but it disturbed his meditation and reading.

Balian listened to his words, walked out of the room, and returned to his room alone, dazed.

Until the wound started to hurt so much that he wanted to cry but couldn't. He could only bite his lower lip to endure the pain while slowly, clumsily and secretly applying medicine and bandage to himself.

He didn't dare let his mother know these things.

He is afraid that his mother and father will quarrel.

I have to endure this alone.

The whole night, he was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep.

His father did not vent his anger for him. On the contrary, those who bullied him in the sect attracted a Yin ghost from nowhere and secretly sucked in the Yin ghost's Yin energy, causing the Yin energy to enter his body and damage his Qi and blood.

Then he ran up to Bailiyu and said that he accidentally hurt the young master during a martial arts competition with him. He apologized in every possible way, but in exchange for the young master taking revenge afterwards, he actually exorcised ghosts and harmed people.

Bailiyu actually believed in such a ridiculous trick.

At that time, Balian didn't know how to control ghosts at all, but his father dragged him to the front of the sect, took off his shirt and whipped him for thirty years in front of the entire sect.

He clearly saw the injuries and bandages on his son's body. There was still blood on the bandages, and he could even see that the wounds were handled awkwardly and inappropriately, and many areas were not even bandaged.

But he was still merciless, and he was always whipped!

In fact, Bailian just has poor talent in cultivation, but he has always been in good health.

After those thirty lashes, the root of his illness began to appear. During the alternating seasons of cold and heat, he would always get minor or serious illnesses.

From then on, he knew that it was better to rely on others than on oneself.

Balian, who had suffered a big loss once, was very scared, afraid that his father's whip would fall on him again, but the disciples in the sect bullied him even more unscrupulously.

No one is born good at calculation.

In order to survive without so much pain, Balian learned to think deeply and think twice, and make three calculations every step of the way.

Every day I carefully planned to avoid the fists from my classmates, the scoldings and whips from my father, and all this without being noticed by my mother.

Years of habits have led to his current temperament.

He was not born with a demon-like mind and extremely smart.

I'm just too afraid of pain. If I'm smarter, I can avoid a lot of pain.

But why?

Now he is lying at his father's feet like a dog, as if he has been abandoned by the whole world.

it hurts!
To be continued...