Kan Wenxiao remembered something, his face was cold, his eyes were full of hatred, and there was no trace of the usual gentleness and smile on his face.
Looking at him, Jian Xiuyun felt that he was gradually overlapping with the figure that tortured him in the previous life. Fear rose unconsciously in his heart, but he resisted the idea of retreating, and said, "Is it because he bullied you before? He himself Young and rich, he was spoiled, but he never really wanted to hurt your life, you have ruined the Lin family, so just let him go."
Kan Wenxiao felt that the blood was cooling down inch by inch.
"Really?" Kan Wenxiao chuckled lightly and said, "Master, you have always been biased."
Inside the dungeon.
Lin Liao Ting was lying on the ground, the chill penetrated into his skin through the thin clothes, he couldn't help hugging himself tightly, longing for some warmth in vain.
There were footsteps coming from far and near, followed by the sound of the lock being opened.
Lin Liao Ting lay numbly on the ground as if he hadn't heard of it, and didn't even raise his head.
Soon, a black satin blue-soled soap boot appeared in front of him.
Only then did Lin Liao Ting raise his head.
Kan Wenxiao was wearing a black robe embroidered with hibiscus in gold thread, looking down at him from a height.
Lin Liaoting was in a daze, he was very familiar with this posture, but now his identity was reversed.
"Brother." Kan Wenxiao dragged out the tone, with a playful tone in his tone.
Lin Liaoting came back to his senses as if he had just woken up.
His eyes were instantly filled with hatred, and he struggled to get up from the ground.
However, before he got up, Kan Wenxiao stepped on his chest and fell down again.
Lin Liaoting's face was pressed against the ground, as if he had been crushed into the soil, his eyes gradually turned red, as if blood would ooze out in the next second, his hands rubbed against the ground and struggled continuously, and soon blood was dripping.
"Kan Wenxiao, you'd better kill me! Otherwise, I will tear you to pieces. I will kill you sooner or later! Beast!"
Kan Wenxiao looked indifferently at Lin Liaoting who was struggling on the ground, as if he was watching a joke.
The dilapidated iron windows leaked the wind, blowing in bursts of chill.
"I seemed to be only five years old that year." Kan Wenxiao looked up at the rusted iron window, from where he could see the snow blowing outside, and said calmly, his voice calm as if he was describing someone else's affairs.
"It's also such a heavy snow, you are wearing brocade clothes and fox fur, standing under the eaves holding a stove, while I kneel in the snow, because I accidentally broke one of your teacups, and then you slapped me , told me that this teacup is more precious than my life. After watching for a while, you seemed to be bored, and suddenly said that you wanted to see the snowman. Your followers were about to pile it up, and you suddenly pointed at me and said, pile him up. Become a snowman."
There seemed to be fragmentary fragments flashing by, and it seemed that a snow scene really appeared in front of my eyes.
But it's been too long, or such things have happened too many times, Lin Liaoting can't remember.
"I was locked in the snow, and a group of servants surrounded me and piled snow on me, and dressed me up as a snowman. It was too cold, but I couldn't even make a sound. In the end, Yu Shaozhi passed by and rescued me."
Obviously not a pleasant memory, Kan Wenxiao said, but laughed, and called again, "Senior brother." It's just that it sounds particularly creepy under such circumstances.
"At that time, I was still a mortal body, and I almost died like that."
The prison fell silent, and it seemed that the breathing of the two could be heard.
"I knew you didn't like me, so I avoided you, but you continued to intensify, pushing me into the cold pool, locking me in the Yama Cave, locking me in the Valley of Five Poisons, and unmasking me in public."
Kan Wenxiao's voice gradually became harsher, and his foot force forced Lin Liaoting to cry out in pain.
"How ridiculous, all these are just a word of 'pampering', everything can be erased with youthful and frivolous, senior brother, do you deserve it?"
Lin Liao Ting's eyes turned black, his Qi and blood surged, his body was in excruciating pain, but his mind was clear.
What Kan Wenxiao said was gradually recalled.
His body was as heavy as a thousand weights, but he still raised his head reluctantly and looked at Kan Wenxiao.
Before opening his mouth, he spit out a mouthful of blood.
Blood dripped down his neck and mixed with the mud on the ground.
Lin Liao Ting said in a hoarse voice, "You hate me and you came after me, why did you destroy the entire Lin family!"
Kan Wenxiao raised his foot, eyes contemptuous, "You think I'm for you? What a face you have."
"Why is that?"
Kan Wenxiao lowered his eyes, brushed off his clothes carelessly, his gaze fell on the blooming hibiscus flowers embroidered with gold thread, and his tone was cold and dangerous, "Because they deserve to die."
"You deserve to die!" Lin Liao Ting retorted immediately.
Kan Wenxiao sneered, "Not only should they be damned, but the eight sects should all be damned."
"What on earth do you want to do?" Lin Liaoting looked into his eyes and felt a chill down his back.
Kan Wenxiao ignored it, turned around and walked out.
Walking to the door, he stopped suddenly and said, "I don't kill you, it's just because Master wants you to live."
After speaking, he strode out.
In the dormitory, Jian Xiuyun was sitting on the bed, the window was half opened, and the snow scene outside could just be seen from here.
The slender white hands hang down on the edge of the bed, and there are black iron chains around the wrists.
Although the inside was wrapped in soft flannel, the skin was still reddened after a long time.
He had been sitting there for a long time without moving, like a delicate clay sculpture.
Kan Wenxiao's words kept ringing in his ears.
"His family is ruined, isn't it me? Who is responsible for my family's ruin?"
"I nearly died at his hands once."
"Master, I thought you treated me differently."
Thinking of Kan Wenxiao's expression just now, Jian Xiuyun felt depressed for a while, he sighed, and slowly closed his eyes.
What on earth should he do
Although Kan Wenxiao never said it, he has guessed something after so many days.
The Fusang family is back.
It's just that in the last life, Kan Wenxiao relied on the secret cooperation between himself and the demons to dominate the cultivation world.
In this life, do you rely on Fusang
But how did he do it in just five years
Moreover, although the Fusang clan has special physique and talents, their military strength is not strong, otherwise they would not have...
He did not participate in what happened back then, but only heard about it.
That incident happened suddenly and strangely, but the eight major sects had the same tone, and he didn't care about it, even rescuing Kan Wenxiao was reluctant, so naturally he didn't get to the bottom of it.
He thought it was all right, so he helped Kan Wenxiao hide his identity and raised him for a while.
But in the end...
According to this, he is actually a sinner in an instant.
A wind blew in, and Jian Xiuyun felt a little cold.
He buried his head in his knees and hugged himself tightly.
After an unknown amount of time, a faint voice came from outside, and Jian Xiuyun suddenly raised his head. It was that hoarse and unpleasant voice.
"Has the Lord returned?"
"I came back just now, and went out again."
It was the masked man from Guyu Villa.
Who is he
Jian Xiuyun got up immediately, and got off the ground without even wearing shoes, but forgot that there was an iron chain on her wrist, and was strangled.
Jian Xiuyun supported the edge of the bed to stand firm, and shouted: "Stop! Someone! Let him in."
There was a moment of silence outside, and then there was a sound at the door.
The carved mahogany door was pushed open, and the man walked in slowly.
He stopped at the door, his eyes fell on Jian Xiuyun, and he said with a smile: "What is Elder Jian looking for me for?"
Jian Xiuyun straightened up and stared at him, "Who the hell are you?"