"How did Qin Zu know this?"

Could it be that Qin Shou'an would be bored to come to this place and tell stories to the shadow left by Qin Guixuan, or the kind that is thorough?

This is obviously impossible.

"Why bother," Qin Guixuan said, pulling out a memory from his brain: "Extracting memories and letting people know a person's thoughts and feelings is just a simple little trick. ”

Well, these are all big guys, and they have mastered a lot of secret techniques and secret methods, but Qin Xuan can't catch up with them now.

"Qin Shou'an's helplessness arose because of Qin Daoxue, but your fate started from Qin Shou'an... ”

"Boom!"

After Qin Guixuan finished speaking, he crushed the memory fragment in his hand: "See for yourself... ”

A pale blue light poured into Qin Xuan's eyes like flowing water, and it was also at this time that Qin Xuan saw a person, a man who was somewhat similar to his father Qin Qixian.

"My name is Qin Shou'an," the man's gaze was a little lonely, he raised his head, and a helpless smile appeared on his face: "I am Qin Wuya's son, a descendant of an executioner whose hands are covered with blood... ”

Majestic palaces, resplendent thrones.

The gray-haired old man, hunched over, sat on a splendid stall, and behind the old man was the staircase to the throne.

"Twenty-four clans, the courtyard is clean, the Qin Tianjian is on the throne, and the power is tilted towards the government and the opposition. ”

"In the world today, there is only one voice left," the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy stood in front of the old man, he looked at his father, "your voice." ”

The old man closed his eyes and pondered, he seemed to be tired, very tired, very tired...

"Do you think I'm doing the right thing?"

He can live forever, but in the end, he chose this rotten body, maybe in Qin Wuya's opinion, this is him, the best destination.

"I don't dare to say right or wrong to my father," the boy didn't care what others said, but he always regarded the old man as his idol, a hero in his mind: "Because if you don't kill them, they'll kill us!"

Rightly or wrongly, in his eyes, his father is a hero.

He gave everything to protect this family, and he only roared once at the unjust sky in his life!

"Right or wrong, posterity will comment," the old man's voice was very weak, as if he might fall at any time: "But I, regret it for life!"

Heroes without regrets?

But he regretted it, so, he is not a hero.

He's just a selfish tyrant who causes a massacre for the anger of his heart, for that ambition.

"Guarding the shore ... ”

The old man looked at the young man at the bottom of the stairs: "Everyone in the world says I'm a madman, and they're right. ”

"When I gave up seeking medical treatment, sought fame with my white body, and suffered humiliation," the old man's eyes slowly opened with his eyes closed: "From the moment I strangled your infant brother with my own hands, I was already crazy!"

At this moment, Qin Xuan's heart shook violently!

'He's our child, he's our child!!'

A beautiful woman was tugging at the young man's clothes, she cried and begged him, begged him, but the young man looked at her calmly.

'There will be,' his hand, gently caressing the woman's face, and then wiped away the tears from her face: "We will have children in the future... ’

His eyes were red, and tears kept pouring out of his eyes, but he didn't wipe them, he was calm, both in his heart and in his hands.

'Baby~~~'

'Ah!!h

The baby's cry, accompanied by the woman's heart-rending cry of pain, blew out the candles in the room, plunging everything into darkness.

"Why?"

The boy couldn't believe his father, who he admired and regarded as proud since he was a child, even if he was pointed at and cursed behind his back since he was a child, he never hated or questioned the man: "You, why are you telling me this today?"

Qin Wuya's natal life is only 3 stars, and the highest is only 3 ranks.

The 3rd order of natal life, the probability of being able to conceive a child for the demon painter is too low and too low.

It is already a gift from God to have a child, but when faced with this child, he made a choice.

On one side, it is his lifelong ambition, and on the other side, it is the tragic end of being cut off!

Even if one day, he really succeeds, but at that time, can he still give birth to an heir for him?

If there was no Qin Shou'an in the end, then what was the use of what he had done so much in his life?

So he's gambling, taking the last of you and having nothing, and going to bet!

"At that time, I could only kneel and grovel in front of everyone. Old man: "So, he didn't come at the right time, for me at that time, a child, just a burden, the word family was my biggest weakness at that time." ”

"At that time, I thought. ”

"If someone threatens this child's life, let me take it," the old man lifted his cane, and then nodded to the throne behind him: "Do I want to exchange the country in this hand?"

Unwilling!

Qin Xuan looked at this scene, he labeled Qin Wuya, the selfish and ungrateful Qin Wuya, it was absolutely impossible to abandon his country and lose his hegemony for the sake of a child, otherwise, he would not have killed his eldest son with his own hands.

"I do!"

It was precisely because he was willing that he strangled his child with his own hands.

He was afraid, afraid that there would really be such a day!

"I didn't expect that a person like me could have such luck in his old age," the old man looked at the young man in front of him, and tears flowed from his cloudy eyes: "God treats me well, it's not thin!"

"Defend the shore. ”

"Huh?"

"Is there enough money?"

Qin Shouan nodded: "The money you gave me can't be spent in a hundred lifetimes." ”

"Well, those treasures, and the beasts," the old man asked again, "is it powerful enough?"

"Very strong," Qin Shou'an said, "With them by my side, I can keep my life safe." ”

"That's good... ”

The old man stood up from the stairs with his cane: "I can give you everything, but there is only one thing, no." ”

Qin Shou'an subconsciously looked up and looked at the throne behind the old man: "It?"

"Yes, it, I can't give it to you," the old man turned slowly, but his gaze at the throne was so disdainful and disdainful: "And my country, I can't give it to you." ”

"I'm not interested. ”

"I know," the old man looked at the throne, even the moment he seized it, he didn't have the slightest sense of accomplishment, some, just loneliness, and loneliness: "This road was chosen by Qin Daoxue, I had to go, but do you know, why did I go so quickly?"

"Why?"

This is not only what Qin Shou'an wants to ask, Qin Xuan, but also wants to ask.

"Because when I carry all the burdens for you," the old man turned his head, helpless, but looked at him kindly: "You can be free and live your own life... ”