The baby boy, who was still crying, suddenly stopped crying, not only that, but he also grinned at the man, his little hand was slightly open, and he was very cute.

"This"

The woman on the bed looked incredulous, and the maids on the side also exclaimed again and again when they saw this scene.

Beichen couldn't help but sigh: "It is worthy of being the second supplement of the protagonist, and he has shown extraordinary talent since he was a child." ”

The head of the criminal family was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Okay! Okay! He is worthy of being my son who dares to be a torturer! How can a man cry easily, he should laugh at life!"

As soon as these words came out, the body of the torturer in the courtyard trembled, and he slowly turned his head to look at the house and strolled around, but his eyes were still dull.

Murong Wuchen said: "Senior Brother Xing has reacted!"

Beichen heard the words and thought thoughtfully.

"It must be that words just now that touched the deepest part of Senior Brother's heart"

Every time Xingji takes the next step, the surrounding scenery begins to change slightly, and as Xingji gets closer to the house, the surrounding scenery changes more and more obviously.

"Boy, tell Dad quickly, do you want to become a sword cultivator in the future? Dad quietly told you that those beauties and fairies like sword cultivation!"

The woman on the bed heard this and said, "Don't teach the child badly!"

"Wow, wow!" The baby boy, who had been laughing, suddenly cried again.

The woman complained: "Look at it, it's all you!"

Xing Dare replied: "What do you know? It must be that this kid doesn't want to become a sword cultivator! Daddy, think about it, do you want to become a gun cultivator too?"

Saying this, Xing dared to stomp on the floor, and in the ancestral hall of the Xing family, a silver spear flew in in response, startling everyone.

The woman just wanted to complain, but found that the baby boy was no longer crying, and he kept stretching out his little hand, as if trying to grab the silver gun.

"This is?!" Beichen saw the silver spear, and his thoughts flowed.

This silver spear is exactly the same as the silver spear held by the mysterious man in black outside the stone cave!

It can be seen that the man in black was a criminal taboo at the beginning!

Beichen sighed, and his heart was mixed.

"Haha, okay! worthy of my son!" Beichen's mind was shouted by the torture daring, and he was once again introduced into the illusion.

At this time, the sluggish torture outside the house is about to touch the door, and the baby boy inside the house is about to touch the silver gun.

Suddenly, the scene of the house receded like flowing water, and when they came back to their senses, Beichen and Murong Wuchen came to a new world again.

This time, they turned into two domestic servants, and Xingji was old enough to stagger.

In the back garden of Xing's house, a hundred flowers compete for beauty, attracting countless bees and butterflies.

Xingji, who had just been able to walk, was curious about what he saw in his eyes, and he stared at the flying butterfly that had been colorful, desperately chasing after it, and waving a wooden stick in his hand, as if trying to knock it down.

"Stop!" a scolding sounded.

Beichen and the two looked for prestige, only to see a luxurious woman hurrying over, who was the mother of Xingji.

She snatched the wooden stick from Xingji's hand, and then said earnestly: "Ji'er, if you were this flying butterfly, would you be willing to bear this unwarranted disaster?"

The young Xingji nodded, and shook his head again, as if he understood or not.

The woman touched the head of the torture taboo and said softly: "Everything in the world has a spirit, and all evil will be rewarded in the end.

The young torture taboo's eyes widened and he snorted.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Beichen's mouth raised slightly, and in them, he seemed to see himself when he was young.

"No!" The stunned torturer suddenly roared, the flowers withered in an instant, and the bees and butterflies turned to ashes!

The taboo of the woman and the young disappeared out of thin air in the twist.

"There is no good retribution, and there is no evil result for evil! Fake, all fake!" Xing Ji opened his mouth and roared, and the black qi on the right half of his body also surged.

"Not good!" Murong Wuchen was startled and hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to stop the rampant behavior of Xingji.

Bang!

The black qi burst out from Xingji's body, swept all around, shook Murong Wuchen, and turned the back garden of the torture family into a sea of fire.

Seeing this, Beichen frowned, and he had the heart to step forward to stop Xingji, but he was stopped in place by the sea of fire and couldn't move.

Rumble!

Pillars of fire soared into the sky and burned everything.

The scene changes in an instant.

The mysterious man led everyone to talk to the prisoner's house, and the torturer dared to disagree, and angrily pointed out the door of the house in the ancestral hall and drove everyone away.

Zuo Qiu Liao cooperated with the strange man, and had a long talk with Xing Dadang, raising a glass to invite the moon, but in the end they broke up unhappily.

Dare to be a jealous punishment, practice guns in the martial arts field at home, and gradually get better, with a smile on his face, but sadness between his eyebrows.

The picture changes in a flash, and the epitome of the punishment in his childhood passes by in a flash.

Tick!

Tick!

Above the sky of the illusion, it suddenly poured down, but it was not ordinary rain, but blood rain!

The ever-changing scene around it, washed by the rain of blood, slowly faded and replaced it

The earth-shattering cries, the endless sorrows, the monstrous flames, the deep darkness.

At this moment, Beichen and Murong Wuchen seemed to have been drawn out of the illusion, and they could only watch the hellish scene.

A black shadow led everyone, and it seemed that they had crossed the distance and came to the criminal family courtyard in an instant.

On the faces of those people, they couldn't see their faces clearly, only a pair of indifferent and ruthless eyes, and the people who saw it were cold all over their bodies.

"Hand over the phoenix ember feathers. The leading man said lightly.

"Don't think!" Torture dared to be seriously injured, but he was unyielding.

"Kill!"

As soon as the words fell, a black shadow disappeared, and the heads of several criminals flew up.

"To pay or not to pay?"

"Don't pay!"

"Kill!"

Another black shadow disappeared, and dozens of convicts turned into a mist of blood.

Next, whenever the leading man asked, the people of the criminal family would die in large numbers, until in the end, the huge criminal family, only the criminal dared to be the only one.

Torture dared to shoot blood and tears across his cheeks, and his nails into his palms, but he couldn't do anything.

"You will be punished!"

Swish!

The sword light in the leading man's hand flashed, and a headless corpse appeared on the ground.

"The son of the criminal family and the silver heavenly spear have not been found yet, even if they dig three feet into the ground, they must be found for me. ”

"Yes!"

The figures of the people flashed and swept in all directions.

Seeing this scene, Beichen couldn't bear it, he never thought that Xingji would suffer such pain all the time!

"Senior Brother Bei, look at it!" Murong Wu on the side frowned.

Beichen looked for prestige, only to see Xingji being entangled in black qi floating in the air, and in one of the pillars of the criminal family's compound, the young Xingji penetrated the beams and slowly merged with another Xingji.

"It's not good! Senior Brother's left eye has also begun to be infected by black qi!" Murong Wuchen exclaimed.

"No, if both eyes are soaked in black gas, then you won't be able to return to the sky!" Beichen's face was ugly, and he didn't want to think about it, so he rushed forward, wanting to wake up Xingji.

At this moment, Xing Ji suddenly looked up at Beichen, and those eyes were pitch black and palpitating.

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