In the middle of winter, heavy snow fell, and the snowstorm lasted for three days. The whole world was covered with snow, and the sight was filled with snow foam like dragons and snow lions. In the vast mountains in the north, the cold wind makes a sharp and sad howling sound on the bare treetops.
A stream of air came from afar, separated a trajectory in the swirling snow curtain, and crashed into the snowman sitting cross-legged on the black rock.
"puff!"
With a slight sound, the snowman cracked, and the outer snow shell fell off with a rustle, revealing an elegant and handsome middle-aged man with profound facial features and unfathomable eyes.
"Why!"
He sighed softly, raised his eyes, and looked through the vast snow into the boundless white distance. After about a few minutes, a black silhouette gradually emerged in the howling blizzard. He trudged in the snow that covered his calves, passed through the woods that made a shrill scream, and came to the bottom of the black rock to meet the middle-aged man on the rock. People looked at each other in silence.
"After chasing me for ten days, even the Yinshen can't get rid of you." The middle-aged man looked helpless.
"It's been twenty years and you finally showed up. How could I let you run away again?" The man in a down jacket chewed on a cigarette in the wind and snow, then took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it for a long time without lighting it.
"Borrow a fire," he said.
The down jacket on his body was in tatters, and his calves were sunk in the snow, otherwise you would have seen that he was barefoot, and his shoes had been scrapped long ago while chasing the Yin God.
The middle-aged man popped up a ball of fire with an expressionless expression. It was clearly the fire of a firefly, but it flew dozens of meters in the wind and snow, and hung steadily in front of the man in the down jacket.
Hiss, whoosh... .
The cigarette was lit. The man in the down jacket smoked half of the cigarette in one gulp and blew it out with all his strength. The green smoke was torn apart by the strong wind.
"Two months ago, my son died in the Palace of the Gods, and the unparalleled fighting spirit went to the Shangqing sect. I thought you would show up, but I was disappointed. But you can resist the temptation of the unparalleled fighting spirit. This time, you are I can’t help it no matter what.”
"Is the fruit ripe or not?"
"How do I know? You don't go into the fruit trees, so you have to ask me?"
The middle-aged man said seriously: "You should know that I am not the only one coveting the fruit. Do you think that with the power of returning to the ruins, you can really remain anonymous for another twenty years? You can live peacefully until now, but the time has not come yet. , they just don’t bother to take action against you.”
The man in the down jacket smiled: "How do you know that I still want to live for another twenty years?"
The two seemed to be old acquaintances, and the middle-aged man shook his head: "You already have a son and a daughter, so why bother?"
"My son is very promising. I didn't raise him for twenty years in vain. My daughter is now half-way up. With such a promising son, what else can I ask for?" The man in the down jacket pointed to his chest, and his voice suddenly became low: "Now, I only asked for it but I was obsessed with it. This heart has never calmed down in the past twenty years. It is always burning with flames, called the flame of revenge."
"The matter between you and me will naturally come to an end." The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and his face also turned cold: "Li Xiong, let me ask you, where is the fruit?"
"You were afraid that they would get there first, so you impatiently exposed your whereabouts, so I chased your Yin Shen here. You are afraid of them." Li Xiong smiled and said: "Don't worry, brother, I will give you a chance. Kill me today and you will get the fruit."
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and he was surprised: "The fruit is really on you."
He shook his head: "No, it's not right. If it were you, you should have found me long ago. It's not right if it's Li Xianyu. Li Wuxiang would not leave the fruit to his only heir. That would only lead to death. . I understand, the fruit lies with your daughter. But if this is the case, how can they sit back and watch her grow up to this day."
"I was too impatient."
The last sentence is a soliloquy.
"Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. I don't care about what happens in the future. Whether they will live or die in the future depends on their fate, the sky, and the fate." Li Xiong unzipped his down jacket: "Ashamed, after twenty years of hard training, I have never been able to You are not allowed to enter the extreme realm. Since you can’t take care of the future, then take care of the past.”
In the wind and snow, his red eyes were bright: "Tong Xuanzi, I will settle the grievances with you twenty years ago now."
"The fruit is with me. If you want it, come and get it."
At these words, he raised his head and roared towards the light gray sky. I don’t know who to tell it to.
... ...
The helicopter shuttled through the wind and snow, its propellers making a heavy sound of breaking the wind, causing snow foam to dance around.
Li Xianyu was sitting in the cabin, with the cabin door open, and the strong wind blew in the snowflakes. His clothes were already soaked. After receiving the address from his adoptive father, his first reaction was to contact his adoptive father, but the phone was still turned off. It seems that his adoptive father turned off the phone after sending the address.
He immediately contacted Baoze, went to Hongqiao Airport, took Baoze's Gulfstream to Jinan, and then took a helicopter to the location.
Along the way, after overcoming the anxiety and urgency, he calmed down a little and began to think about the purpose of his adoptive father sending his address.
Judging from the current situation, what the adoptive father has to do now is to remain anonymous, hide in a place where no one can find him, and hide quietly. His behavior in a self-defeating position is really puzzling. If his adoptive father doesn't believe Bao Ze, then he shouldn't contact him. Even though he has been cautious these days, Li Xianyu can bet that if there is really a problem with Bao Ze, his every move may not be hidden from someone who is interested.
In this case, wouldn't it be exposed
Therefore, the adoptive father deliberately exposed his address. After Li Xianyu figured out this meaning, his mood became more difficult to calm down.
Thunder Warrior opened the thermos cup, took a sip of hot tea, wiped the snow on his face with a tissue, and whispered: "Why don't you close the door."
The people in the helicopter were all our own people, not that they were complaining that he was causing them to suffer from the cold. This bit of wind and snow had no impact on everyone. Thunder Warrior Ji just felt that he was worried all the way and wanted to find an excuse. With the cabin door open, the wind was howling and it was hard to talk.
Li Xianyu closed the cabin door, wiped the water on her face, and took another sip of the hot tea handed to her by Thunder Warrior Ji. After taking two sips, she squeezed out a smile and said, "I don't know why, but I feel uneasy."
"I'm a little scared." Li Xianyu thought for a while and said, "I didn't know the identity of my adoptive father before. I felt like the protagonist in a martial arts novel who was carrying family secrets. He had a group of enemies, but he was alone. It was death. It's up to fate, but as long as I am worthy of my blood. Because I know that my adoptive father's family are just ordinary people, whether I die or not has nothing to do with them and has nothing to do with them."
"But now, I no longer dare to have the thought of being single, because I used to be alone, but now I have baggage and burdens."
Men are like this. When they are in the world, with a mouthful of blood in their chests, they can fight regardless of their lives. It doesn't matter if they die. Eighteen years later, they will be heroes again. But once family members were involved, they immediately became intimidated.
"I have been his son as long as I can remember, and I still am now. When I was in middle school, he told me that I was not his biological son. I was very angry, and what I was angry about was why I was not his biological son. I already have a half-step Ji Dao I have a biological father, but I don’t want an adoptive father who is equally powerful. I just want him to be an ordinary person, just an ordinary person.”
"I wish I hadn't inherited my grandma's family," he whispered.
Faced with such rebellious words, grandma was silent in a rare moment. Looking at her great-grandson who was in a depressed mood and with a hint of fear, she could only feel heartache in her eyes.
Everything started when he inherited his grandmother. The moment he swallowed the Black Water Spirit Pearl, the gears of fate began to turn. He was unable to change and could only go with the flow.
It took half a year to step into the top S-level ranks. Looking at the entire blood race, there is no such upgrade speed. Countless people envied him and were jealous of him. Li Xianyu has mastered unparalleled power, but he can never return to the home of his adoptive father and mother.
Destiny is like an onion, peeling back layer by layer, one person is involved, and the person involved can never leave again.
Because fate cannot be changed.
"Maybe he just met with you and explained some things before leaving completely." Thunder Warrior Ji said: "It's too early to think about these things now. Random thoughts will only mess up your mood."
"That's why I hate it when they hide it from me." Li Xianyu said loudly.
This is what Li Xianyu resents and angers the most. Bing Zhazi hid it from him, and his adoptive father also hid it from him. This feeling of knowing nothing but being frightened was too bad, too bad.
Once something went wrong, he didn't even have the chance or preparation to save it.
Probably, he doesn't get like this very often. Thunder Fighter and Cuihua hesitate to speak, not knowing how to comfort him. Sanwu is a heartless person and said nothing during the whole process.
In the end, Grandma took the initiative herself and touched his head: "Come on, I'll be there in half an hour. I'll be there for everything."
Qingming Festival is coming soon. Remember to close the doors and windows at night. If someone knocks on the door or hears footsteps beside the bed at night, it is recommended to pretend to be asleep.
(End of chapter)