In the dead of night.
The hustle and bustle of the courtyard has returned to the tranquility.
Wan Guotai gently covered his wife and daughter with brocade quilts, kissed his little daughter on the forehead, and looked at his sleeping family, his heart was so happy that it almost bloomed.
The youngest daughter has just been born and needs to be beside her mother, while the other three daughters live in two rooms in the same building.
Wan Guotai has an important task every night, which is to check whether the daughters have fallen asleep one by one. If anyone can't fall asleep, tell her a story to lull her to sleep.
All the stories were written by Ye Qingxuan to him.
Wan Guotai has been entangled countless times, and the unbearable Ye Qingxuan wrote a whole book of fairy tales, such as crystal shoes, mermaid princess, Little Red Riding Hood... Every story amazed the daughters, a strong man with a big beard, Became a pet girl madman.
As usual, today's Wan Guotai went to another living room to check after settling his wife and young daughter as usual, but when he just walked through the corridor, his originally relaxed pace suddenly became extremely heavy.
He has not yet arrived at the living room, but there is already a voice from inside, slowly telling a sad story, the name of the story is "The Little Match Girl".
When she arrived, the story was just coming to an end. When the little girl was heard clutching a match and freezing to death in the cold night, the sad sobs of the daughters came from the living room.
"It's not a good story."
Suddenly, a little boy's voice sounded beside Wan Guotai. Wan Guotai turned his head in shock, and immediately saw a little boy about four years old sitting on the wooden frame of the flower pot next to him.
"There is no villain, and there is no victory for the righteous way. Just because the little girl was frozen to death, what is there to be sad about?"
The little boy was as quiet as a withered pine, if he hadn't spoken out, he wouldn't be breathing at all.
But what scares Wan Guotai the most is the boy's appearance.
It was originally a handsome face, but his eyes were gouged out, and the skin was criss-crossed with purple scars and maggot-like pits.
If a perfect face has a little blemish, it will only make people feel distressed, but a face full of blemishes will only make people feel disgusted.
In front of him was a hideously ugly face.
A pair of empty eye sockets, as if "watching" Wang Guotai steadily, as if knowing his feelings, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Uncle, do I look disgusting?" The little boy lowered his head sadly, "Maybe I should die quietly like that little girl..."
For some reason, Wan Guotai felt a pain in his heart, and hurriedly said: "No. The little match girl will die, because there is no one who loves her in the world, so she will go to heaven to find her mother. You won't, yes wrong?"
"Yes." The little boy's ugly face glowed, "I still have uncle who loves me..."
well.
A faint sigh came from the room, "Le'er, let uncle come in."
The door opened silently, Wan Guotai took a deep look at the little boy, turned and entered the room.
Passing through the hall to the dormitory, the three daughters were lying on the bed, snoring sweetly.
A figure stood in front of the bed, quietly looking at the three little girls.
Wan Guotai walked forward with a calm expression, tucked up the corners of his daughters one by one, sighed lightly, and said, "He is your son? Why did he call you uncle? And why is he like this?"
Wan Guotai's face was gloomy, he turned around and glared at the person, "Zong Xuan, what's your purpose here?"
The person in front of the bed is really Zong Xuan.
It's just that the hero who was so radiant back then, now his temples are white and his face is sad.
With a hint of sadness and a slight smile, Zong Xuan glanced outside the door and said in a low voice: "Yes, he is my son. But do you know that it is because he is my flesh and blood that he has become so..."
Wan Guotai's face changed, then he pondered, and finally said: "Song Bieli?"
"Song Bieli." Zong Xuan replied affirmatively, "He hated me so much that he cut my son with a knife. My son was captured by him for half a year, and he cut a total of seven hundred and sixty-three knives and dug up my son. Both eyes... Every time, he told my son that it was my father who caused him to suffer, so I dare not admit that it is his father, dare not tell him that the culprit who made him so miserable is me... "
Wan Guotai lamented, "So, he called you uncle?"
There was a wry smile on the corner of Zong Xuan's mouth, "This is my retribution."
"Why are you looking for me?" Wan Guotai asked.
"For revenge." Zong Xuan replied: "For eight months, I searched for Song Bieli for eight full months, and finally I found the trace, but he took refuge in that person, and I was not sure about revenge, so I came to you."
Wan Guotai glanced at his daughter on the bed, and sighed, "The gluttonous magic formula?"
"Glutton God Art."
Wan Guotai remained silent.
Zong Xuan looked regretful, and said apologetically, "Three gluttonous larvae, only one is missing, and I also got a drop of divine blood, only one step away, please brother Wan."
Complete
To make him perfect is to destroy himself.
But if he didn't promise him, Zong Xuan obviously wouldn't let his family members go.
How does Wan Guotai choose between his family and martial arts
Zong Xuan took two steps back, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed: "Brother Wan, don't blame me, I can do anything for my son..."
"I promise you!" Wan Guotai didn't even raise his head, caressed his beloved daughter's face, and said calmly: "This Jianghu is not my destination. I have been in the Jianghu for ten years, and I don't want to leave for a moment... Since you and I are all for my family. , I will fulfill you."
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When Ye Qingxuan and others arrived near the Jingnan Mansion where they found Luo Podi's traces, the sad news that Wan Guotai's martial arts had been destroyed had spread all over the world.
In a small teahouse in Jingnan Mansion, Ye Qingxuan, Ruhua and the others had gloomy expressions and concentrated murderous intent.
Meng Yuanyun sighed, and said: "The news from the third brother said that the eldest brother has lost all of his energy and his meridians, and his life can only be saved by Zongxuan's nine-needle control method..."
"Bah, don't you want to thank that guy by thanking the family?" Ru Hua was furious.
Meng Yuanyun didn't mind, and said: "Oh, I never thought that this Zong Xuan would lose his humanity so much in order to get revenge."
"If he is chased by the Sa family, he will definitely teach him to die under the stick." Ruhua said.
Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, and said: "The matter has come to an end, we can only settle this matter quickly, and then go to Zong Xuan to inquire about the crime."
Meng Yuanyun frowned and said, "But here, why is it so silent? Is there any news about your second senior brother?"
Ye Qingxuan shook his head slowly, "This is what I'm most worried about. Not only Luo Podi, but also my second senior brother has disappeared... I have mobilized all the spies, and I hope nothing will happen."
Yan Jueling, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "The people in the Demon Sect know the most about the Demon Sect."
Everyone looked in amazement, Yan Jueling smiled slightly, and clicked outside the window, everyone quickly looked...
On the street, the figures of Wan Tu Duming, Zifeng and his son disappeared in a flash.
call-
The figures flew, and the four got up and chased after them.
Beeping, an ingot of silver was spinning endlessly on the table.