Jun Changxiao killed the red-haired man, Gongsun Ruoli's mentality is very complicated, first of all, she must hate this negative man, abandon herself, and abandon her infant son.

But.

Can this hatred really extend to death?

For a long time, Gongsun Ruoli has been thinking that if he finds that guy one day, he will personally stab him, but when he really witnesses his death, he still feels a heart-rending pain, after all, he once loved.

The pain was short-lived.

After realizing that Jun Changxiao had killed the negative man, she quickly calmed down and made a decision that she thought was very correct, that is, to treat nothing as if nothing had happened, and let Zhang Sanlai pretend to be her mother.

The guy died.

My son still has to live a good life and not suffer from ethics.

I have to say that the woman's heart is as careful as a needle, and after it is difficult to control her mood and her emotions emerge, when everyone is guessing that the other party will be the mother of the sect master, the plot is forcibly reversed.

Yes.

Jun Chang laughed in the dark.

I didn't know that the red-haired man who controlled Nezha's killing was a negative man, and he was only defined as the murderer who killed Xiao's own crimes, so he was innocent of death!

The dog has no guilt, what if the grandson leaves?

You know, she knows the truth, especially when she witnesses the scene of her son killing his mother, what does it feel like to think of it?

The taste of pain.

If Gongsun leaves and chooses to bear it alone, she will always guard this secret.

My son.

More than anything!

From the perspective of traditional customs, Gongsun Ruoli is a mother, she has achieved the greatness of her mother, and from the customs of the stone statue clan, he, the father, is still impeccable.

Jun Changxiao can feel it deeply, so he especially cherishes this kind of affection and strives to put himself in the role of 'son'.

......

Medicine Hall.

Sun Bukong walked out, took off his mask and said, "Sect Master, Senior Brother Ye is fine, just collapsed and passed out in a coma." ”

"Whew!"

Jun Chang smiled and breathed a long sigh of relief.

After making sure that the night stars were safe, he returned to the main hall, invited Zhang San over, and politely got up and said, "I've seen my mother." ”

"The ......"

Zhang San said weakly: "It's a bit awkward for my old man to be called mother." ”

"It's a paternal custom. ”

"This is not a gargoyle, and you can't come according to their customs. ”

"Makes sense. ”

Jun Chang smiled: "Then when I am outside, I will call my father." ”

"Okay. ”

"Father. ”

Hearing these two words, Zhang Sandun was comfortable, and the readers were also comfortable, after all, this kind of upside-down title of parents is really awkward.

"Xingchen once saw the future and saw his sinful self back then, does it mean that he has the possibility of resurrection?" Jun Chang said with a smile.

Parents are reunited, and everyone is happy.

However, we must find a way to save Xiao Sin, even if I hope that there is only 0.001, we must do our best, otherwise, the blade will be sent immediately.

"This ......"

Zhang San was silent for a moment and said, "Jun...... Son, there is a saying for the father, I don't know whether to say it or not. ”

"Father, please speak. ”

"Although the future is certain, it may gradually deviate from the established trajectory due to various factors. ”

“......”

Jun Chang smiled and frowned.

"Since Ye Xingchen has seen the future and Xiao Sinji, but now that the latter has died, I am afraid there is only one possibility, that is, ......" Zhang San didn't dare to say any more.

"The future has been changed?"

"Nine times out of ten. ”

"Poof!"

Jun Chang couldn't hold back his laughter and vomited blood.

He pinned his hope on the future that Night Star had seen, but now he was told that the trajectory had changed, which was equivalent to directly cutting off hope.

"If the future changes, maybe it's not a bad thing. The system said.

"What do you mean?"

"Night Xingchen left the sect, it may not happen. ”

“......”

Jun Changxiao's brows furrowed even tighter.

According to what it said, it became a sacrifice to the sky, saved the night stars, and helped him change the future line.

"No way. ”

The system said: "This is a multiple-choice question. ”

"Fart!"

Jun Chang smiled and said: "Children will make choices, I want to change the future of the stars, and I also want to change the fate of my own sin, if the sky stops me, I will go against the sky!"

It's against the sky again.

God owes you money?

To tell the truth, at this stage, when it came out of Jun Changxiao's mouth, not only did he not feel the second qi, but he exuded a lot of enthusiasm, which made many readers instantly return to the boyhood when there was no change.

"It's so strong!" Zhang San was shocked.

Jun Changxiao was communicating with the system with his heart, and his eyes were full of rebellious energy but deeply touched him, and once again firmly believed that this son would make a great move!

If you want to resurrect a person, you can't rely on momentum alone, so whether Xiao Sinji can survive or not, for now, can only rely on the system mall.

For this.

Jun Changxiao hurriedly refreshed.

If it really comes out, it will be said to be too fake, so there are no bristles for ten.

He had been disgusted with the number of restrictions before, and today he wanted to pick up the chair next to him and smash the mall.

If Xiao Sinji does not resurrect for a day, Jun Chang laughs and has trouble sleeping.

The same is true for the disciples of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect.

The battle was over, and they should have celebrated, but they couldn't keep up their spirits when they returned to the sect.

Especially the female disciples such as Liu Wanshi and Yao Mengying, they cried the most sadly, if the tears could accumulate, I am afraid that the entire Iron Bone Mountain would be flooded in a few days.

Of course.

The Xuan Tortoise Clan was also in pain.

Xiao Sin's own fall, and the hope of their clan has also fallen, after all, the two sides signed a natal contract, one is prosperous, and the other is lost.

The next day.

Yuan Gongzi came to the study, looked at Jun Chang who was haggard and smiled, and said with difficulty: "When will you set up a tomb for your sin?"

"Now. ”

Jun Chang's voice was hoarse.

"I'll do it. Yuan Gongzi turned to leave.

Before leaving, Jun Chang raised his head with a smile and advised, "Be sure to choose the best feng shui treasure!"

"Yes. ”

"By the way, let the heavens come. ”

"Yes. ”

It didn't take long for Li Shangtian to come to the study, and judging from his slightly swollen eyes, he obviously cried bitterly because of Senior Brother Xiao's fall.

"Take out all the pictures of your guilty self. Jun Chang smiled.

Although there are no bones left, the tombstone must have a photograph.

Li Shangtian slipped into the space ring, and took out all the photos taken over the years with the lens of Senior Brother Xiao, and there were quite a few, at least a few hundred, which shows that there was a lot of tailgating and capturing before.

"No, I can't. ”

Jun Chang shook his head with a smile and said, "No." ”

He needs to choose a very representative picture, so that when the world pays tribute, he can deeply feel the disciple's strength to pull out the mountain and cover the world.

"Sect Master, no. Li Shangtian said bitterly.

The level of these photos is the top level in the industry, and there is really no way to look at it.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, Jun Changxiao patted his head and said, "I almost forgot!"

"Whew————"

Pull open the system panel and point on the Lingyan Pavilion.

The photos taken by Li Shangtian are professional, but in terms of demeanor and temperament, the portrait hanging inside is the most expressive!

All right.

The emotional Lingyan Pavilion also has the function of helping the settled disciples to preserve the posthumous images.

Jun Changxiao raised his hand tremblingly, and the pain in his heart was on the scroll with Xiao Sinji's name written on it, until the latter unfolded from top to bottom, and he stood in place as if he were stunned.

Picture.

Blank slate!

At the very end are engraved with four bold fonts - click to resurrect!

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PS, the red-haired man was guessed, which made me very helpless, but Jing Zhixiao, how did you guess it, I announce now, Xiao Duo is not my trumpet, you are!