Ling Yan has never seen such a patriarch grandfather, in his impression, the patriarch grandfather has always been a kind and respectable old grandfather, and the adults and children in the clan love him very much. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And the hideous face that appeared in front of him at this moment was far from the warmth he remembered.

It seemed that something was obvious, and he already understood it without asking him again.

The art of changing spirits is related to the patriarch's grandfather, and the person behind this evil art is really the patriarch's grandfather.

"You know it all. ”

For the Qilin Patriarch, the art of changing spirits was a taboo for him, and only he and a few henchmen and the dead White Butler knew about it.

This kind of thing is not allowed to exist in the world, but this is the only way to save Bai Erye's life. He couldn't give up, even if he knew it was an evil spell.

In fact, more than ten years ago, when Bai Erye was abolished, he found this way, but the conditions for the soul exchange technique were extremely harsh, and it was a very difficult thing to have only one bloodline spirit.

If it were just someone of the same bloodline, he would rather trade his own life for his life. But no, only the spirit of the person with the bloodline of Second Master Bai is the most suitable.

But where did Second Master Bai come from's son, this is the most headache. once gave up because of this, but the nameplate in the ancestral hall representing the life and death of every Qilin clan suddenly lit up, showing that the extra one was the son of Bai Erye.

The news rekindled his already discouraged heart. He had never doubted anything, and he knew that the instructions on the ancestral hall nameplate must be true.

Therefore, he pressed that plan deeply in his heart and waited for the so-called son of the second master Bai to appear. Sure enough, the sky lived up to his expectations, and that person really appeared more than ten years later.

He has never told this secret to others, and he doesn't want outsiders to know, but now he is known by Ling Yan. Well, he knew that he was close to his purpose when he was a child. He knew what he wanted to take away from his spirit.

In this case, there is no need for him to debunk it personally.

Ling Yan gritted his teeth, surprised by such a patriarch grandfather, but he still nodded.

The Qilin Patriarch grabbed him, and the two faces were close together, separated by a hand's of hands.

"Now that you know, there's no scruples. After raising you for so many years, it's time for you to repay me. ”

He suddenly pushed Ling Yan away again and hit the bookshelf behind him. His eyes were red, as if he had been enchanted.

Ling Yan's eyes widened, listening to his words at a loss, and a sense of crisis rushed to his heart.

What did Grandpa Patriarch say? Did he hear it wrong?

"Patriarch Grandpa......"

"Shut up!" the Qilin Patriarch interrupted him, like a bloodthirsty and flesh-eating demon. "The old man doesn't have a grandson like you, but just a plague! Hmph!

There was a bang, and it was the sound of a lock dropping again, and this time Ling Yan could obviously hear that there were more people guarding outside.

He sat on the ground, his whole body trembling, his face stiff, his pupils constricted, and his lips pale. In this way, it is no less than when the art of soul exchange was discovered.

It was as if all the strength of his life had been exhausted at this moment, and even the only light in his life had disappeared.

He has never peeked into the mind of the patriarch's grandfather, firstly because of trust, and secondly, because he doesn't want to be disappointed, and he doesn't want to lose this warmth that makes him nostalgic.

Therefore, every time he faced the patriarch's grandfather, he was cautious and tried to control his ability, and in the end it became a habit.

Today, however, that trust crumbles. He didn't believe that the patriarch's grandfather would be such a treacherous person, so he made many choices, and finally made up his mind to use a mind-reading technique on the patriarch's grandfather.

And what did he hear, what did he see?

Is the man who called him the plague really the patriarch's grandfather?

Since he was a child, he was ostracized and isolated by his peers because of his special natural abilities, and it was the patriarch grandfather who smiled at him and told him that he was different.

But the truth is, the person who smiled at him actually hated him. The so-called affection is just to show him.

Little did he know that his beloved patriarch, Grandpa, hated him so much that he used words like "plague."

Yes, he is a pestilence, who gave him the ability to see through people's hearts. A person like him is destined to be lonely, and a life like him is destined to be gloomy. He was so stupid that he wanted to ask for acceptance.

This, how is it possible. Look, isn't that just an example. The people he trusted actually thought like this, hated him and wanted to die. But what did he do wrong? He didn't do anything.

No, he was wrong. He should understand that no one can accept him like this. As the patriarch's grandfather said, he is a plague that scares away everyone who comes close......

Scold......

Hehe......

Hehehe......

Ling Yan's eyes were scattered with anguish and gradually lost vitality. What could be more painful than such a betrayal.

Heaven closed his door, and his world was dark. Suddenly, a light appeared, and he was surprised to see that it was a window. Although it was so small and so far away, it also transmitted a beam of light in the dark space.

He didn't know what temperature the light was, he just held him tightly, as if the whole world was filled.

He began to run wildly towards the window, only to find that it was locked from the outside.

He couldn't open it, he couldn't escape, until the light was gone, and then darkness followed. Once again, plunged into a cold, unforgiving loneliness. It turned out that the so-called light was just a flash in the pan.

He has never been able to get out of the shackles given by God, even if it is a false light, it cannot be kept, it is fleeting. Hope is followed by disappointment, and the most fearful thing is to sink in disappointment, like soaking in ice water, numb not only the body.

Tears glistened in the corners of Ling Yan's eyes, and they flowed down the sides of his cheeks without warning.

The bitter smile on his face was mixed with sarcasm and loneliness. Suddenly, he heard what he had said at the banquet last night.

He thought he was really stupid, and even one of them made people see the difference, but he believed in him.

But the more I look forward to it, the more painful it will be when I am disappointed.

In the end, it is still not a taste in my heart, how much trust I once had, and how desperate I am now. He really can't get along with people normally.

God gave him this ability, but he closed him off and stubbornly tried it in his own way. As a result, he fell from a high altitude beyond recognition.