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Immediately there were screams one after another in the hall, as well as orders from Xue Zhengyong, Jiang Xi and others. Rong Yan anxiously said: "As soon as possible, Longwei's blood contract has been broken, and there are still two last contracts. When they are completely released, even if he is thrown into the blood pool, it will not help."

Nangong Si was woken up by her drinking.

"What's there to hesitate?!" Rong Yan said, "It's him who has done evil everywhere, causing the Confucianism to reach its current state, Si'er! Wake up! There is no other choice, you——!"

She suddenly lost her voice.

Immediately afterwards, her eyes turned up slightly, and her pupils shrank sharply. Xu Shuanglin finally seemed to be unable to bear it, and controlled her with the most ruthless spiritual power.

Rong Yan no longer had her own consciousness.

A dreamlike expression appeared on her face again, she slowly got up, walked towards the side of "Bliss", and returned to the inconspicuous place where she stayed at the beginning, her eyes were empty, and she murmured in a low voice: " Si'er...tell my mother, the whole world will be ruined without embarrassment, what is the previous sentence?"

Nangong Si was trembling.

He knelt on the ground and trembled. He was not controlled by anything, but he felt that there was no way out.

The world praises it without persuasion, and the world destroys it without dismay.

This is what his mother wanted him to do, it was so difficult.

It's really hard.

It doesn't matter whether he had to recite the obscure and difficult "Getaway Tour" when he was a child, or he had to hit hearts nine times out of ten arrows, it was too difficult, too difficult.

Now, she told him that she would use his father's blood to strengthen Jiaoshan's blood contract.

He listened to the wailing and screaming outside, and he knew how terrifying the beetle would be if the awakened dragon tail turned into a beetle just by the sound, and he remembered Ye Wangxi, who was still fighting the snake wave alone in the dark, waiting for him to find out as soon as possible Ye Wangxi, who knew everything to go back.

"Si'er..." the mother murmured behind her.

He slowly drew out his long sword and walked towards Nangong Liu.

hatred.

How can you not hate?

He looked at the man—

How can you not hate him?

He dug out his mother's heart alive, cheated on the head of Jiangdong hall, entrapped the owner of Bitan Zhuang Li, and ruined the Confucian school. Isn't a lost dog just a lost dog, how can he not hate him! !

The saber was raised, and the snow light illuminated Nangong Liu's face.

On that face that was no longer young, there was a bit of serenity and calm that only a child could have.

Nangong Liu looked at Nangong Si, so Nangong Si's hands shook, he turned his head away, and said, "Get up."

"Who are you? Why do you want me to get up? I want to sit here and wait for His Majesty..."

"What Your Majesty!" Nangong Si yelled at him angrily, his heart was beating suddenly, and the blood in his veins was rushing and bursting, "That's your brother! What's the future of Nangong Liu?! That's your brother!!"

"Your brother is also your Majesty." Nangong Liu was startled, and shrank into a ball again, "Don't be so fierce, you... you... why are you crying?"

did i cry?

Nangong Si thought blankly.

I... did I cry?

The bitter tears rolled down and fell to the ground together with the sword.

Nangong Si suddenly knelt down on the ground, already wailing.

why?

He hated him, he thought he could really hate him enough to force his father to follow him to the Dragon Soul Pond to reforge the blood contract between Jiaoshan and Wangli.

Why can't he hate? It was the person in front of him who caused him to be homeless and his family to be destroyed. Why wouldn't he hate him?

But……

But I really can't do it.

When the sword light illuminated this person's face, when he saw the wrinkles at the corners of this person's eyes, what he thought of was——

It turned out that when I was still very young, I stumbled and ran after Nao Baijin in Xiaoyue Grassland.

His legs were unsteady, and he finally ran and fell.

Rong Yan stood in front of him, and said to him who was crying, "Stand up yourself."

It hurts.

But it really hurt. He struggled and tried hard, but he couldn't stand up.

He stretched out his hand, begging his mother to give him a hug and give him a hand.

But Rong Yan didn't reach out, and never did.

In the end, another big warm hand picked him up from the ground and hugged him into his arms. When the sun shone down, he saw a face.

A young, gentle, gentleman-like face, always kind and kind.

"Oh, our Si'er needs help from time to time." The man stroked his soft hair, his eyes were very gentle, "If we all get up on our own, what do we need our parents to do?"

That was the beginning of Nangong Si's memory, the earliest and earliest impression of his father.

In this secluded hall full of living dead, the only living person staggered, stumbled, and got up by himself.

He got up, but soon fell to his knees again.

He kowtowed three times in the direction of Rong Yan, then got up again and turned to leave.

Suddenly, the sleeve was pulled.

The person who grabbed him was actually Nangong Liu.

"..."

Nangong Liu took out an orange from the basket, handed it to him, thought for a while, peeled off another piece, and handed it directly to his lips.

"Don't cry

, although I don't know what you're going to do. But oranges are sweet and very delicious. I picked it, you can try it. "

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