Feng Xiao watched his movements without saying a word, as if he saw his incomplete heart.
Yang Aotian knelt on the ground and took handfuls of loess into it with his hands... From beginning to end, he didn't say a word, didn't shed a tear, and didn't even change his expression at all.
Ten minutes were spent in the sound of rustling loess. Feng Xiao remained silent and watched his movements silently until he held the last handful of loess with his blood-oozing hands.
"Aotian..." Feng Xiao bowed respectfully to the piled up new graves and helped Yang Aotian's body up, but for a moment he didn't know how to comfort him. His heartache at this time must be much greater than he imagined.
"Don't let Ruoruo know."
Yang Aotian finally spoke, but his voice made Feng Xiao feel completely unfamiliar. He nodded: "I know."
"These...are all from the Ximen family, no, were they done by Ximen Kuang?" Feng Xiao's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Apart from him, he couldn't think of anyone else who could be so inhumane.
Yang Aotian's hand tightened suddenly. After a brief silence, his whole body trembled, and then he squatted down, hugging his head and crying. The cries of pain and sorrow made the wind here become sad.
"Why... why!!"
This iron-clad man who never cried when he was bullied since childhood, never cried when his mother passed away, or never cried when his sister was critically ill, was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, crying like a helpless child.
Feng Xiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he could still cry, it meant that his heart had not been beaten to death. He patted him on the shoulder, "Aotian, what are your plans?"
"Boss... please, let me become stronger! Even if I live ten years less, twenty years... No! If I can become as strong as the boss, one day! Just one day, even if I die right away, I am willing... Boss , you can do it, right!”
As if he suddenly saw hope, Yang Aotian grabbed Feng Xiao tightly and looked at him with pleading eyes. His brain was not confused. On the contrary, he was very clear-headed. He knew clearly that he had no capital to fight against the Ximen family, and if he wanted to take revenge personally, his only hope was Feng Xiao.
The smell of hatred was so strong that Feng Xiao was secretly frightened. He grabbed Yang Aotian's shoulders and said, "Get up first."
An unusual aura came from Feng Xiao's hand. Feng Xiao was startled and almost thought he had an illusion. Because this is obviously the death energy that only appears on dead people. He used strong force on his hands to forcefully pull Yang Aotian up, and then he was shocked to find that his lifeless face was actually covered with a layer of gray air.
"What's wrong with you? Do you feel something is wrong there?" Feng Xiao asked with a frown. He became more and more sure that this was indeed the aura that only existed on the dead. With a move of his hand, a force of chaos was transmitted into his body again, and the result made Feng Xiao inexplicably horrified...
No life left! !
Feng Xiao's eyes changed dramatically when he looked at Yang Aotian. For the first time, he saw a phenomenon that went against the truth of nature from someone other than himself... A lifeless person stood in front of him.
"Okay, don't talk yet." Feng Xiao's face became cautious. He closed his eyes and slowly felt the energy of Yang Aotian's body with the power of chaos. Soon, his heartbeat accelerated sharply.
No air movement... no breathing, even... no heartbeat!
what happened!
"How do you feel physically?" Feng Xiao asked, looking at the eyes that turned gray.
Yang Aotian shook his head and said in a dry voice: "Boss... help me... I want to kill him... kill him..."
"I can't help you." Feng Xiao shook his head and said: "If I help you catch or even kill Ximen Kuang, you probably won't be willing. You will definitely want to avenge your deep hatred with your own hands. But, I didn't let him The only way for people to become stronger is by yourself."
Yang Aotian's eyes were not dim, they were still that terrifyingly empty. No one could imagine what happened to him.
Could it be that his power of chaos mutated when it encountered a certain aura on his body, transforming his body? Feng Xiao lowered his head and thought silently, other than that, he couldn't find any other explanation.
But just when he lowered his head, his pupils shrank sharply, because he found that the grass under Yang Aotian's feet and around him had turned yellow and withered, swaying listlessly in the breeze, and was dying.
He finally thought of two words...
Deadly!
Did his power of chaos mutate into this weird death energy, or... There was some special ability hidden in his body, and it was finally inspired in an extremely desperate situation.
…
It was almost noon when we returned home. Feng Xiao pondered for a while and answered Xiao Tian's call.
"Help me settle Aotian, but be sure not to let anyone have too much contact with him."
"Why?" Xiao Tian asked in surprise.
"Because... I will die!" Feng Xiao said solemnly. It can cause vegetation to lose its vitality in such a short period of time. If it is a human being, if it is too close to him, its vitality will be deprived bit by bit.
"...I understand!" Although he didn't know why, he trusted every word Feng Xiao said.
After hanging up the phone, Feng Xiao quickly dialed another number. This was the first time he dialed this number. After a long time, the other party got through.
"I need time." Feng Xiao said immediately before the other party could speak.
The other party was silent for a while, and then a steady voice sounded: "Go home more often, your mother has been looking forward to it for too many years."
Home...will it be another home for me
"I will." Feng Xiao responded softly and closed the phone, thinking a lot for a while. He didn't know how long it would take for him to fully accept this sudden family affection and accept that family. Everything was too sudden for him, and seemed a little bit unnecessary. A little more family affection also means a little more care.
Feng Yao walked up to him lightly and hugged him from behind: "Brother, you came back just in time. Lunch has just been prepared. Sister Yiren made it."
"Yeah!" Feng Xiao nodded, turned around and took her hand, "Let's talk while eating. Don't worry, even if I really have an extra family, I will never leave you. If there is no smell of Yao'er around me, I will sleep Not."
"But this is good. At least, my Yao'er and Ruoruo no longer have to worry about being troubled."
Before, having his identity discovered had always been a lingering shadow in his mind. Because this means that the people around him can no longer appear in front of others. But now, this problem seems to be no longer a problem. Long Wei and Long Tianwen obviously don't care about his identity as "Blood Emperor Shadow Wind" anymore. But at least there will be persuasion or getting to the bottom of things.
At the dinner table, Feng Xiao confessed everything to several girls. Feng Yao looked calm, Shui Rourou looked confused, and Xi Ruo and Duanmu Yiren's expressions were exaggerated to the extreme.
The Long family is the most noble family in China for thousands of years, a family that truly stands at the top of China. Although this family is not prosperous, their influence on China and the entire world is huge. In terms of politics, almost all families regard the Long family as the leader, and this has not changed for thousands of years. Its prestige and influence are evident.
"Brother Feng, are you really... from the Long family, and will you be the sole heir of the Long family?" Yang Xiruo said at a loss.
Feng Xiao smiled calmly and said, "Actually, this question is not important. No matter what my other identities are, I am your Brother Feng... This will never change." He looked at her more. A bit of pity. If she knew what happened that morning, I don't know how much of a blow it would be to her.
With one sentence, Yang Xiruo's somewhat nervous heart was completely relieved. She smiled sweetly and began to gently pick up vegetables for Feng Xiao.
Duanmu Yiren's gaze stayed on Feng Xiao's face, her beautiful eyes flickering in a daze, as if she hadn't woken up from the shock just now.
Blood Emperor Shadow Wind...heir to the Long family. One identity is enough to make China tremble, one identity is enough to make China surrender, and these two identities actually appear in one person at the same time...
As if feeling her strange gaze, Feng Xiao looked up at her and suddenly said: "After eating, change your clothes and then go out with me."
"Ah... um!" Duanmu Yiren hurriedly avoided his gaze and answered almost subconsciously. The word "clothes" made her couldn't help but pull the clothes on her chest with her hands. She was almost "imprisoned" at home. She always wore pajamas, and whether intentionally or not, all the pajamas Feng Yao found for her were low-cut, so her deep cleavage was exposed almost all the time. .
Feng Yao and Yang Xiruo looked at each other and smiled.