In addition to the fire that filled the sky, among the broken corpses all over the ground, Rong Yu's blue robe had been dyed brown with blood. He looked at the child with wide-eyed resentment at his feet, and his expression was slightly dazed.
"Young Master?" the people around him called worriedly.
Rong Yu came back to his senses and saw a familiar figure suddenly appear beside him.
He called out with a sullen expression: "It's Uncle Xiang."
The Guardian Zuo smiled when he heard this title, he was a demon, no self and no appearance, so his name was Wuxiang.
"You don't look very good, are you not used to it?" Zuo Hufa glanced at the corpses around him, his eyes reflected the raging fire in front of him and asked softly.
Although Rong Yu grew up in Wuxin Cliff, due to his status, he rarely let him do it himself.
He was still very young and had very little knowledge. He was just a child. He didn't expect that Hanxi would send him out to do this kind of murder.
Rong Yu was stunned for a moment when he heard his question, and murmured softly: "Whether it suits me or not, I have no choice, do I? No matter if it's the master or the venerable Hanxi, they will not give up revenge. And I My identity and position also determine what I should and can do."
He sniffed the blood in the air, not knowing what to say in a trance.
In front of him, a looming figure fluttered gently, but it was strange that no one saw it.
Pulled by cause and effect, Rong Xian looked at the fire in front of her intently, but nothing reflected in her eyes, she couldn't even feel the temperature of the flame.
Under this scorched earth, buried her enemies, she is still alive, they are all dead, she wins!
The curvature of the corner of Rong Xian's mouth became deeper and deeper, the smile became bigger and bigger, full of understanding, hatred and joy, but no one saw this scene.
Zuo Hufa stood side by side with Rong Yu. He seemed to be able to see through Rong Yu's thoughts, and said in a soothing tone, "If you don't know what to say, just say what you want to say."
Rong Yu reached out and touched the fire, feeling the scorching temperature, his eyes were full of sadness: "My mother has always wanted to kill me since she gave birth to me, that is my closest person, but she looked at me in the eyes. It's like looking at something disgusting and wanting to get rid of it quickly."
Following his words, Rong Xian's attention also fell on him.
Rong Yu didn't know that he was not Lou Hanxi's parent. Rong Xian told him everything, except for this one thing, which he concealed.
Or in Rong Xian's mind, this is not a thing at all.
Since Rong Xian brought back Rong Yu, who was still a baby, from the near-death state of the ice and snow, he continued his vitality, replaced him with Rong's blood, and gave him supreme strength and status, Rong Yu's identity can only be limited. It is a parent-child of Lou Hanxi.
He not only has to bear the grievances and grievances of the Rong family, but also bear the responsibility of being a heir, which is the price he should pay.
For Rong Xian, this is an equivalent exchange that cannot be rejected.
Rong Yu's voice paused for a moment, and seemed to be thinking about how to express it: "My master has always blessed me, gave me honorary status, and gave me wealth and strength. But I know that she is only for the continuation of the family. She looks at me. Never concealed, there was never any emotion in those eyes, the coldness made me chill."
Rong Yu murmured: "She told me everything when I was sensible, and she didn't hide anything. The bloodstained history was spread out in front of me so unobstructed, and then it was my choice. The responsibility of a life is to die."
"That's your life, and it's something you should have carried when you survived." Rong Xian said mercilessly, even though no one could hear it.
She admits her domineering, admits her selfishness.
But so what, she has the strength to control everything she wants to control.
If one day, Rong Yu's strength is stronger than her, then Rong Yu will be qualified to negotiate with her.
Rong Yu turned his head to look at the monk whose eyes were calm and looked a little out of the world, and said in a dark voice: "Master is terrifyingly rational, and my mother is cruel and ruthless, but I know that they are not born like this."
Under his feet was the warm blood of children, but his expression was not moved at all: "Everything is because of these people who died tonight, their relatives and friends, their teachers and elders..."
He hooked the corner of his mouth and said maliciously: "Because of them, I was born to sin."
"That's right, it's because of them that you were born as a sin. Now you use the lives of those people to gain a new life. Rong Yu, you are a child of my Rong family, and you grew up with hatred and blood to be worthy of this surname. Rong Xian's voice was low and hoarse, as dark as a black cloud in the future on a rainy day.
Rong Xian knew that others couldn't hear her, but she still said it. No one knew whether she was speaking to her or Rong Yu.
Born to sin
As soon as these four words came out, the Dharma Zuo's expression flickered, Wuwu turned the Buddha beads in his hand, looked at Rong Yu holy and sympathetic, and recited the Buddha's name in a tone that was neither sad nor happy: "Amitabha."
His posture is like a flowing cloud nine days away, unattainable and untouched by the world, but those eyes with deep sadness and deep affection seem to be pulling the Buddha of the Pure Land of Bliss into the mortal world.
He murmured to himself: "The past life is the result of this life, and the sin of this life is just to repay the karmic debt of the past life, but this karma, after all, the poor monk can't see through."
"I don't know if it is a karmic debt from a previous life. I only know that with their blood, I can wash away my sins." Rong Yu replied with lowered eyes.
All the expressions on his face disappeared, his pupils were as black as ink, but the storm that ripped everything apart, the corner of his mouth raised a strange arc of joy: "So killing them, I am not uncomfortable, but very happy, I am very happy. I'm happy to end them with my own hands and expose the unbearable past."
He looked at the bright sky in the east, and said in high spirits, "I can't wait to welcome the new student."
"Congratulations." Rong Xian's voice did not contain any emotion, it was too clean and indifferent.
Wuwu stood behind Rong Yu and watched the wisps of light illuminate the darkness, without making a sound.
I don't know that Rong Yu doesn't need him to say anything. Like his stubborn mother and indifferent aunt, no one can change what he believes.
All he needs is silent company, just like the old age.
After Rong Yu told his heartfelt thoughts for many years, he regained his youthful and lively temper. His eyes were curved, like Rong Xian, he looked very warm, but his bones were cold enough to freeze people's blood: " Thank you Uncle Xiang for listening to me."
The hand that moved the bead stagnated, and the holy temperament also changed instantly. The Guardian Zuo smiled and said without malicious sarcasm: "You also know that you are long-winded, boy."
Rong Yu scratched his cheeks, and this action made him add two points of embarrassment.
Rong Xian: Do your best to be worthy of this seat's cultivation of you_(:з"∠)_
(End of this chapter)