"Brother..." The baby walked up to him at some point and gently pulled on his clothes. She was timid, worried, and frightened... Looking at the figure lying in his arms, she bit her lower lip and asked with a cry. Said: "Sister Yao'er, is she... injured?"
"No, she... fell asleep."
Long Wei's body shook violently.
"Really...really?" The baby bit his lip hard, trying not to cry out, but crystal tears welled up from the corners of his eyes like springs.
"Xiao'er..." Long Wei walked up behind him and patted his shoulder. At that moment, he felt that his body was frighteningly cold, like a corpse that had been frozen for thousands of years.
"Man, don't suppress it, cry." Looking at his son who was so calm and indifferent, Long Wei closed his eyes, raised his head, and suppressed the sourness in his eyes.
In the deathly silence, Feng Yao lay quietly in Feng Xiao's arms, as quiet as a beautiful painting. There was no fear of death on her face, only deep nostalgia and a touch of relief... Was she pleased that she had saved his mother, or was she gratified that he was safe and sound.
He knelt there numbly, staring straight at her face with his empty eyes. Slowly, tears flowed down his cheeks, scarlet, blood!
"ah!!!!!!!!!"
The shrill roar was like an ape weeping blood, making the night sky feel sad. Blood-coagulated tears fell on her chest drop by drop... She never cried during countless painful tortures, never cried during countless hell trainings, never cried when she was betrayed by the woman she loved, and when her adopted father left. He had never cried before... At this moment, blood and tears welled up.
"Xiao'er..." Chu Yingying knelt down beside him and stretched out her hands tremblingly, trying to wipe away the blood on his face.
"Get away!!!"
A strong force knocked Chu Yingying away mercilessly, and with a heartbreaking roar, Feng Xiao held Feng Yao's body and rushed out of the Long family compound like crazy, disappearing into the night, spreading ferocious sounds all the way. bloodstains. At the same time, the sound of the baby crying and the footsteps of her chasing him sounded sadly in the Long Family Courtyard.
Chu Yingying slumped on the ground with empty eyes, staring blankly at the large pool of blood on the ground.
"Why... why does God treat us like this... why..."
A little blood flowed from Long Wei's clenched right hand. He walked to Chu Yingying and helped her up, calling softly: "Yingying, be strong... This is not your fault. If you also collapse, what will happen to our children?"
Chu Yingying covered her face with her hands and cried loudly.
Long Wei didn't speak anymore, patted her back for a while, and walked out of the hall.
Chu Yingying gradually stopped crying. She walked to the dazzling blood stains, squatted down, and picked up the photos that were scattered in the explosion with trembling hands.
The photos, one by one, describe the beautiful smiles of several girls, their unparalleled elegance, their charming smiles... They are cute and cute beside him... Feng Yao is even more beautiful, as if she should not exist in the world. Her gentle smile in the photo is enough to eclipse the sun and moon.
These photos all come from that mysterious birthday gift, the heavy little box. They recorded the warm life of several girls and him, and recorded the growth process of Feng Xiao and Feng Yao from childhood to adulthood... Some of them were intact, some were bombed beyond recognition, and some were stained scarlet with blood. She picked them up one by one and wiped them carefully, smiling and crying.
An old figure leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the dark sky, as if dead.
Heavy footsteps approached the old man. Long Wei glanced at this old man who was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with him, and closed his eyes sadly.
"Uncle Wang, how many years have you been coming to my Long family?" He leaned against the wall and asked in a vicissitudes of voice.
"Sixty-two years."
"How old are you today..."
"Sixty-seven years old." He replied dully.
"Why!" Long Wei closed his eyes and looked up to the sky, sighing.
"I'm sorry to the Long family." He said decadently, his eyes empty. In more than sixty years, he failed for the first and only time he took action. The Long family was safe and sound, but an innocent girl was killed.
"Twenty-one years ago, the leak of that matter..."
"it's me."
A heavy punch hit the wall, and blood splattered on Long Wei's right hand.
"Haha...haha...hahahaha!" He supported the wall with his hands and laughed wildly in pain. There was a deep sadness in the laughter.
"I was adopted by my grandfather when I was five years old. I grew up with my father. He took care of me from an early age and taught me how to behave... Although you are my personal servant on the surface, but... my dad has always regarded you as half a brother. Half a friend, and I have always regarded you as half a father, half a teacher... "
Uncle Wang sat there motionless, like a weathered mummy. But those old eyes were full of tears.
"When our Long family lost their beloved son, we doubted everything within the family... but we never doubted you... I didn't expect... I didn't expect..."
He wanted to cry, but also wanted to laugh... laugh at his own stupidity, laugh at this huge irony, laugh at the fate of this son of a bitch.
"Master...let me die..."
"You have no right to call me young master!" A pistol was placed on Uncle Wang's head. At this time, Long Wei had completely lost his usual calmness. The muscles on his face were twitching, and his heart was twitching. The man holding the gun His right hand was shaking.
"The emperor sixty-two years ago, Tokugawa Isa... sent me here." Long Wei didn't need to ask, he said it numbly, his unfocused eyes were ashen.
Long Wei sneered: "I have endured it for sixty-two years. Based on my trust in you, during this period you had countless opportunities to kill me. Why did you choose today... Why is it today!!"
How he wished he was the one who died. Even if he dies, his father can still stand up and support everything. And the consequences of that poor girl's death were unimaginable. He was his son, the Blood Emperor Shadow Wind, and Shura! Once Blood Emperor Shadow Wind loses his mind, with his terrifying skills, no one can stop him!
And... the family relationship that was just connected was completely broken by the explosion. Maybe from that moment on, he will only have hatred towards the Long family...
"What they want is a... spy who can provide them with information... If I am exposed early, it will be difficult for another person to reach my position... But... whether it is the real world or the world of reincarnation, the young master is too powerful... The Emperor is afraid... I can no longer bear it, let me get rid of him at all costs... otherwise... "
"Otherwise... what kind of threat is it that made you remember it in your heart when you were five years old and dare not forget it for sixty-two years!" Long Wei asked with red eyes.
Uncle Wang did not answer, but said in a slow voice: "I want to see the young master... It's too difficult, I dare not let go of this opportunity. But... I failed... Long Family Tianyou... I'm sorry for that girl."
Long Wei took back his pistol, turned around silently, "Take him away."
Several frightened members of the Phoenix Group immediately rushed forward and lifted up the old man who had completely lost all strength.
"Let me die..." If the mission failed, he and his family would die, and the relationship between himself and the Long family for so many years was completely severed. At this time, he was desperate and just wanted to die quickly.
"You can't die... Only my son is qualified to decide your life or death."
"Check every corner and all the places he may have been to see if there are any other liquid bombs." After leaving a sentence coldly, Long Wei left with heavy steps.
…
On her eighteenth birthday, he held her tightly, speaking word by word, his eyes flowing like water, with vicissitudes of life, "I will give everything to hold you tight. Even if my heart is always dark, you are mine." The only light!"
Her happy, warm smile and slight shyness seemed to appear clearly before his eyes again, and then became blurry...and blurry again...
He thought that one day he might suddenly lose his life, thought that one day he would lose everything he had gained... but he never thought that she would leave him. Because he didn't dare, he never dared to think about how he would live in a world without Yao'er.
From childhood to adulthood, her presence filled his world. She always stayed by his side meekly and gracefully, following him like his shadow, taking care of him and accompanying him. Everything she did was for him... He was her life, she was her of the whole world.
He slowly got used to her softness, her perfection... until he suddenly lost her... He was frightened, desperate, the world collapsed, and heartbroken...
Even if I am the Blood Emperor Shadow Wind who is feared by everyone, even if I am Shura who makes the world tremble, even if I will have a huge wealth that is incomparable to the country... So what... Without you to share with me, I have gained the world, how can I how…
Yaoer, brother is wrong, really wrong...
Feng Xiao was aimlessly floating in the night sky, his eyes were desolate, and his face was filled with tears... In front of his eyes, it seemed to be red, and then it seemed to be gray... Until... it was pitch black... Holding her body that was still dripping with blood, he fell from the air. Go down.
boom! !
A string in his heart suddenly broke, and the chaotic aura in his body became more solid in the chaos... In desperation, the mysterious entrance was suddenly broken, and the Chaos Art broke through directly to the fifth level.
But... so what...
He couldn't feel anything except Yao'er in his arms... Maybe nothing could shake his seemingly dead heart.