Xiaolingtian, the top of the highest peak, overlooking the mountains, heroic!

A disc stone table, made of nature, is stored at this peak, and I don't know how many years have passed.

On the stone table, a roll of withered yellow bamboo slips is placed, the first piece of bamboo slips is engraved with the big characters of three small seals of "Town Demon Book", the font is majestic, chic and uninhibited, only these three words, attainment and spirit!

Zhao Feng stepped forward and picked up the Demon Suppression Book, swept through a consciousness, left a consciousness mark in it, and became the master of the Demon Suppression Book.

Opened it casually, and what caught my eye were four sentences:

Today, the demon spirit is plotted, and the pen is raised.

You still have to record your soul, and you can destroy the sky for a moment!

"So crazy?" Zhao Feng couldn't help but be speechless, and when he opened it back, the first piece of wood after the four sentences was engraved with the word "Sword Demon", which meant that there was only this one combat power that could be driven in the Demon Suppression Book.

Zhao Feng held the Demon Suppression Book with his left hand, and then tapped the word "Sword Demon" on the book with the sword finger of his right hand, his lips and teeth opened lightly, and he called in a deep voice: "Sword Demon!"

The nick overflowed with golden light, and then, a strong suction force forcibly devoured a hundred points of spiritual power in Zhao Feng's body, and the golden light skyrocketed!

When the light dissipated, Zhao Feng put down the demon suppression book in front of him, and saw: a petite figure kneeling on the stone table, its eyes closed, its long snow-white hair hanging down its waist, and there was nothing on its body.

Although it is an eleven or twelve-year-old child no matter how you look at it, Zhao Feng is very clear: it is not a human in front of him, because it does not have any organs on its body to distinguish between genders, and even its physical body is a "spirit body" derived from Zhao Feng's spiritual power through the Demon Suppression Book, without temperature, flesh and blood, and tireless and painful, it only exists because of the blessing of spiritual power, and it also dissipates due to the loss of spiritual power.

At this time, the sword demon's slender and snow-white eyelashes shook, and slowly opened his eyes, which were a pair of silver-white eyes, just like its expressionless face, its eyes were also indifferent and cold, and it was completely robotic.

The sword demon and Zhao Feng looked at each other, without any emotion in their eyes, as if they were waiting for orders.

"The strength of the Yellow Order is worth using. "Zhao Feng can sense the level of cultivation of the sword demon, although it is not as surprised as expected, but it is also a good hole card.

Zhao Feng casually took the sword demon back into the demon suppression book and brought out Xiao Lingtian......

……

In the evening, Zhao Feng and Wang Biyu went to the Green Apple Kindergarten to pick up Yang Han and learned that the kindergarten will be officially closed from tomorrow.

"Uncle, when will my parents come home?" Yang Han suddenly tilted her head on the road and asked Zhao Feng, she originally had no awareness of this, but as she came into contact with children of the same age these days, she found that all her classmates had their parents to pick her up, but it was her uncle who picked her up.

In addition, some classmates in the class also began to ask Yang Han about her parents, but she didn't know how to answer.

"They're busy working outside, but don't worry, they'll be back this year. Zhao Feng could only comfort like this, he thought to himself that it was time to contact Yang Han's parents.

Yang Han let out an "oh" and didn't ask again, but his emotions were obviously not as high as usual, so he walked with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

However, after walking into Wang Biyu's home, Yang Han swept away the gloom in her heart, and was aroused by the new environment to arouse her curiosity and desire to explore, she pulled Zhao Feng upstairs and downstairs, and finally Wang Biyu sacrificed a domestic game console, so that Yang Han sat quietly in front of the TV and played.

Zhao Feng was able to catch his breath, so he went to the balcony and called Yang Han's mother, that is, Zhao Feng's cousin, and explained the situation in Nanshan City, and mentioned that Yang Han missed his parents.

"Sister Xiaoyu, if you want to take Xiaohan over, I can find someone to entrust the relationship......" Although Zhao Feng was reluctant, he still hoped that Yang Han could live with her parents, after all, it was the best for her growth.

"Xiaofeng! Sister, please, don't send Xiaohan over! You ...... I...... I'll tell you the truth...... Xiaohan is not your brother-in-law's child...... When your brother-in-law found out, he was going to divorce me, but I promised him not to recognize Xiaohan, so he was willing to forgive me! I have now given birth to a son for him, and I have never thought of returning to my hometown...... I'm afraid to see Xiao Han, and I'm even more afraid that he will think of those bad things when he sees Xiao Han...... Xiaofeng, it's really not good...... You just send Xiaohan to the orphanage, Sister Shu, please ...... It's me who I'm sorry for Xiaohan...... I'm sorry ......" Zhao Yu on the other end of the phone couldn't cry anymore, and after leaving a "sorry", he hung up the phone ruthlessly.

Zhao Feng put down his mobile phone with a heavy heart, looked at the lights of the building opposite, and the family sat at the same table to eat, some were silent, some were arguing, and some were laughing.

Such a simple scene, after experiencing a lot, I feel that I should take it for granted, but for some people, it is a luxury that can not be experienced again in a lifetime.

For example, Yang Han.

Another example, Zhao Feng.

Yang Han's abandonment is a foregone conclusion.

And with the death of Zhao Feng's biological mother, no one in the Zhao family has a blood relationship with him Zhao Feng, plus his nominal father has remarried, and there is no place for him in the new family, take this thirst and blood incident as an example, Zhao Feng's father picked up Zhao Feng's grandparents, but just made a phone call to tell him about it, and then asked him to be careful, which is already very obvious.

Zhao Feng doesn't feel pitiful, nor does he feel pity for Yang Han, there is no one in this world who can't live because of the end of a relationship.

Love, so.

Friendship, so.

Family affection, isn't that the case?

Zhao Feng naturally wouldn't send Yang Han to an orphanage, but he was worried that he wouldn't be able to properly take care of Yang Han until he grew up.

"Unless ......" Zhao Feng muttered, he had an idea in his heart, but he didn't know if Yang Han would accept it.

"Uncle!

Yang Han's voice came, Zhao Feng collected his mood and returned to the house.

At the dinner table, Yang Han, who was already familiar with Wang Biyu in the game, called Teacher Wang on the left and uncle on the right, and was very happy, this kind of experience of being sandwiched in the middle, and the experience of three people eating together was the first time for her, before she either ate alone or with Zhao Feng, and the three of them were already very lively in her world.

"Uncle, I'm very good at playing games!I'll teach you in a while!" Yang Han said, holding the spoon, and whenever she was in a proud state of mind, she would unconsciously lift the things in her hand very high.

"Teacher Wang, I will teach you too!" Yang Han remembered that he couldn't favor one over the other, so he hurriedly turned around and patted Wang Biyu's hand, and said in a comforting tone.

"Okay, you teach me to play games, so am I going to call you Teacher Xiaohan?" Wang Biyu joked, adding a Coke chicken wing to Yang Han's bowl.

"Hmm...... Yes, uncle, you have to call me Teacher Xiaohan too!" Yang Han suddenly realized.

This meal was full of joy, and Yang Han's laughter never stopped.

After the meal, the three of them played games in the living room together, although Yang Han wanted to teach the two to play games, but when she realized that Zhao Feng was playing more than her, she looked at Zhao Feng with adoring eyes, sat in his arms and stared at the screen intently.

This is a side-scrolling action game called "The House of the Rotting Corpse", although the style is terrifying, but because the character model is more cartoonish, it is not much scary, Zhao Feng's operation is very stable, but every time he goes to a place where there are many strange or trap cheats, Yang Han can't help but grab Zhao Feng's arm to show his nervousness at this time.

At eight o'clock, Wang Biyu said goodnight to the two and went back to the room to rest.

"Xiaohan, what if...... I'm your father, do you think it's good?" Zhao Feng suddenly asked.

Yang Han leaned against Zhao Feng's chest, tilted his head back, looked at Zhao Feng from bottom to top, and said, "But you are an uncle!"

Zhao Feng paused, his heart was crossed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Actually, I am your father!"

"Liar! I don't believe it! You're not a father! You're not! You're not......" Yang Han retorted very strongly, she stood up, slapped Zhao Feng's chest, and shouted "You're not", gradually crying and breaking her heart, and finally hugged Zhao Feng and cried bitterly......

The game was over, Yang Han was tired of crying, leaning on Zhao Feng's arms and falling asleep shallowly, with tears in the corners of his eyes, but his hands were clutching Zhao Feng's sleeves, even in his dreams, he was not far away.

The TV played the end of the game, and it was a quiet piano tune.

《Ending piano》

At the end of the piano song, Zhao Feng turned off the game, hugged Yang Han back to the room, covered the quilt for her, and was about to leave, when the immature dream murmur sounded in his ears, and the call was jerky and vague.

"Daddy......"

Zhao Feng smiled, got up and left, and closed the door......

……

It's night, light rain.

Zhao Feng was in the rain, walking step by step towards the darkness in the distance, moving with his thoughts, and the infinite star mask appeared in his hand.

"There's nothing to be afraid of in this world...... If there's something terrible, I'll clear it up for you...... Even if you go to hell, even if you turn away from the good ......"

Putting on the mask, the night shadow reappeared, this time with a stronger conviction.