At this time, Yu Duhuan's spiritual sense had recovered, and when he found out what happened to Yan Moyu, he couldn't help but turn pale.

The demons are pervasive and will attack the softest places in the warrior's heart.

Yan Moyu has never seen his parents since he was a child, and his heart is desperate for his parents' love, and the demons in his heart gradually deprive Yan Moyu of his memories from this point.

Even if Yan Moyu still has her in his heart, but in the final analysis, for Yan Moyu, the most painful and regrettable thing in his life is family affection, the affection between him and his parents.

When Yan Moyu completely forgets his true identity, he will be completely immersed in the world woven for him by the demons, and at that time, Yan Moyu will become a living dead.

But in the face of this situation, Yu Duhuan couldn't think of any better way to solve it for the time being.

A month later, Yan Moyu was already babbling and patting his father's face, and Yan Sheng had already begun to help Yan Moyu soak in a medicinal bath, and countless cherished elixirs were spent like flowing water.

But no one was surprised by this, even those servants took it for granted, any descendant of the Sky Fox clan had such treatment, not to mention that this was the eldest son and grandson of the Sky Fox Ancestor.

But soon a bad news came, Yan Moyu was unable to cultivate.

Soon, the news spread throughout the entire Nine Heavens Realm, and the eldest son and grandson of the Heavenly Fox Ancestor couldn't cultivate, which was simply a big joke.

The muscles and veins of the whole body are occluded, the dantian is full of holes, the body is weak, and the heart is even missing a corner.

After checking Yan Moyu's body, everyone in the Sky Fox Clan couldn't help but gasp

Any of these four things basically has nothing to do with cultivation in this life, but with the background of the Tianhu clan, it's a big deal to get more heavenly and earthly treasures, so this child's cultivation-

It can still be done.

But if it is said that all four things are accounted for, in terms of probability, it can be regarded as a miracle to be alive, and as for cultivation, it is basically impossible.

The eldest son and grandson of the Heavenly Fox Ancestor turned out to be a waste material, and he had no chance to set foot on the path of cultivation in this life.

The Heavenly Fox Ancestor's face turned pale, and he said in a deep voice: "Whoever dares to chew his tongue outside, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless, and those who talk about this outside will kill me!" ”

"This kind of waste, let him destroy himself, the natural treasures of my Tianhu clan will not be given to a waste person."

The words of the Heavenly Fox Ancestor sentenced Yan Moyu to death.

This sentence is equivalent to ten abolition of Yan Moyu's identity as his eldest son and grandson, and he has no qualifications for cultivation, plus without the protection of this identity, Yan Moyu's status in the Sky Fox clan is not even comparable to that of a slave.

Two years later, a skinny boy was clutching a piece of moldy steamed bun and munching on it.

No one thought that this would be the eldest son and grandson of the Sky Fox Ancestor, who should have been infinitely beautiful, but he could only hide in a dark corner and nibble on a moldy steamed bun.

A year ago, Yan Moyu's parents gave birth to another child, and when he was born, a vision fell from the sky, and Bai Hong was in the sky, and it was detected that it was an extremely rare holy body asset, and his martial arts talent was superb.

The happy Tianhu Ancestor immediately told the world and took this child with him to teach.

That child's name is Yan Moli, and he is Yan Moyu's younger brother, but all of them only know that Yan Moli doesn't know Yan Moyu, or rather, they don't bother to think of the existence of such a person as Yan Moyu.

"Why, why can't I cultivate?"

Yan Moyu was extremely resentful when he was gnawing on this moldy steamed bun.

"Fool, Yan Moyu, you guy, remember, remember it, don't be fooled by the demons, these are all fake, don't be controlled by the demons!"

Yu Duhuan's spiritual sense was in a hurry around Yan Moyu, but she couldn't do anything at all.

"I am the eldest son and grandson of the Tianhu clan, everything Yan Moli has now is mine, and it was originally mine!"

Yan Moyu thought hatefully in his heart.

"Yo, isn't this Yan Moyu, why haven't you died yet, a waste can live for so many years, your life is really hard!"

A servant kicked Yan Moyu, who was huddled to the side, and sneered.

"Third brother, they are the eldest son and grandson of our Tianhu clan, you want to give him a little face!"

A servant next to him said with a grin.

"Also, it's true that I want to give him some face, it's too disrespectful to kick him, so just use it-"

Before the servant's words were finished, Yan Moyu was punched in front of the door.

Yan Moyu, who was weak, immediately flew out and hit the wall, spitting blood

The third brother suddenly panicked, he forgot that Yan Moyu's body was more fragile than a baby, even if he had reined in his strength, but this punch was enough to kill Yan Moyu.

"Third brother, you killed him, you killed him!"

The servant next to him also said nervously.

"What's the panic, it's just a waste, if you die, you die, they don't even care about him, we kill him, and we save a meal."

The servant, known as the third brother, pretended to be calm.

But seeing that Yan Moyu's face was getting whiter and paler, the third brother and they still left this place as soon as possible, anyway, no one saw it, and no one knew that they beat it.

No one has paid attention to this waste for two years, so no one will know where he died.

"I'm unwilling, I'm unwilling, why do I want to live in this world like a dog, why should I be humiliated by these subordinates!"

Yan Moyu's heart was roaring, but his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

"Yan Moyu, you can't die, if you die in the world created by the demons, you are really dead, you give me life!"

Feeling that Yan Moyu's breath was getting weaker and weaker, Yu Qianhuan couldn't help but shout loudly.

Recklessly injecting her soul power into Yan Moyu's body, even if it would hurt her roots, she didn't care about it.

Yan Moyu, you must not die!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Yan Moyu's heart shook, and the missing corner of the heart was actually completed!

At this time, Yu Duhuan, who had already consumed most of her soul power, her face was as white as a blank piece of paper, but seeing that Yan Moyu's heart could actually be replenished by her own soul power, this means that her soul power can help Yan Moyu in the world created by the heart demon.

Wanting to return here, Yu Duhuan disregarded the consumption of her soul power and once again entered her soul power for Yan Moyu.

Gradually, when Yu Duhuan's spiritual sense was almost "unconscious", she felt that Yan Moyu appeared-

Spiritual power.

"Great—"

Yu Duanhuan was extremely tired and lay on Yan Moyu's body, but Yan Moyu still didn't feel Yu Duanhuan's existence, but suddenly felt warm on his body.

And the continuous generation of spiritual power was injected into his body, so that Yan Moyu's thin body quickly recovered under the nourishment of spiritual power.

However, due to the blockage of the meridians, the dantian is also full of holes, so even if Yan Moyu can generate spiritual power with the help of Yu Duhuan, his body still cannot be saved.

Although he couldn't store spiritual power, it was enough to restore Yan Moyu's body.

"I'm not dead, I'm not dead?"

Yan Moyu, who was only three years old, was naturally overjoyed when he found out that he was not dead.

But at this moment, Yan Moyu's face was full of vicious looks, he wanted those two servants to die, and all the people who bullied him would die, leaving no one behind, even his parents!

Looking at the expression on Yan Moyu's face, Yu Duhuan's heart sank.

Yan Moyu with this appearance, she remembered.

"Yan Moyu, you have to hold on, keep your heart, you have survived so many difficulties, you must not fall on the level of the demon, what I want is not you with this expression."

Yu Wanhuan prayed secretly in his heart.

Although Yan Moyu is not dead, he still lives in that dark corner, and there were times when he wanted to get close to his parents, but the child who followed his parents was so brilliant that he was ashamed of himself and didn't even dare to get closer.

is also the son of his parents, and he is even the elder brother of that child, but the situation of the two is completely different, one is in the clouds, and the other is a mud that anyone can step on.

In Yan Moyu's heart, the resentment became stronger and stronger, he resented everyone in the Tianhu clan, those bullying servants, those cold-blooded uncles, as well as the sanctimonious grandfather and his parents who couldn't save him, and even he hated his younger brother who was only one year old, he wanted to destroy all this, destroy everything!

The prosperity of the Sky Fox clan has nothing to do with him, and the celebration of the Sky Fox clan has nothing to do with him, Yan Mo Yu is forgotten by everyone, maybe one day, if anyone finds Yan Mo Yu's body in a corner, he will only dispose of the body indifferently, and his death will not cause any turmoil among the Sky Fox clan.

Even, there is no name of Yan Moyu on the genealogy of the Tianhu clan, whether it is the ancestor of Tianhu or Yan Sheng, they should not have Yan Moyu.

The completion of the heart allowed Yan Moyu to survive, but the benefits were not only these, but also the erased memories in his mind gradually emerged.

Yan Moyu's eyes kept flashing, and the expression on his face kept changing.

As for him, he remembered—

"Demons."

Yan Moyu suddenly gasped and looked at this mansion with palpitations.

This is the world created by the demons, and this is the cage that the demons use to trap him.

He had been in this heart demon world for three years, and he almost died in this heart demon world, and even if he didn't die, that resentment would probably destroy him completely.

"Dust—"

Yan Moyu touched his chest, he remembered the warm feeling not long ago, it was the soul power that belonged to Yu Duhuan.