"Come to me." He leaned over her ear and whispered.

She was led by Xiao Lingyun and led her back to his bedroom. As soon as the two of them entered the bedroom, he couldn't wait to lock the door and extinguish all the candles, leaving only one for lighting.

He didn't want to have that with her, at least not now, but wanted to share this peace with her. He needed to feel the crush of her warm skin, to feel her breath fluttering across his chest, to know that her heartbeat was close at hand. Moreover, he also wanted to give her all this peace in return.

He caressed his long, silky black hair lovingly, and his nose made a heavy breathing sound.

"Xiao Lingyun?" Her voice is especially lovely in the dim silence. He loved the sensation of laryngeal vibrations reaching his chest muscles as she spoke.

"Huh?" He kissed her forehead.

"Who have you lost?" She shifted her posture and pressed her cheek to his chest.

"Lost?"

"Which of your relatives have the servant eaters killed?"

It was supposed to be a slightly sad question, but it wasn't. She witnessed the tragic situation of Xiao Lingyun after the battle, and began to understand that he was not only fighting for his people, but also for himself.

He was silent for a long time before he collected his emotions and answered the question: "My parents." ”

After speaking, Xiao Lingyun felt her emotional changes, that curiosity turned into sadness, and she whispered, "I'm sorry." ”

The two fell into a long silence again.

"What happened?"

That's an interesting question, he thought to himself. Because there will be two versions of the answer. In the version circulated among the vixens, that bloody night was like a revelation before the hero's birth, and he was prophesied to be a natural champion of the Lunar Society. The legend was not his own. On the contrary, it was his people who had concocted such a ridiculous legend in order to maintain their misplaced beliefs about Xiao Lingyun.

Only he himself really understands the truth of the matter.

"Xiao Lingyun?"

Xiao Lingyun glanced at Yan Xiaojing's hazy and beautiful face, and the gentleness in her words was hard to refuse. Yan Xiaojing just wanted to sympathize with his plight. And for a reason forgotten by God, he also hoped to gain sympathy from Yan Xiaojing.

"That was before I refined," he muttered, "a long, long time ago. ”

His hand caressed her hair, and terrible memories came back to mind.

"As the first family of the vixen race, our dwellings are always hidden deep in the woods, well guarded, and often change locations. We think we're safe from being attacked by servant eaters. ”

He found that it was only when he kept stroking her hair that he had the courage to continue telling the story.

"It was winter, on a cold night in February, certainly not in Pattaya, where there was no cold weather. Because of the betrayal of a servant, our whereabouts were revealed. A gang of about 15 to 20 servant eaters attacked us, slaughtering the guards before they could breach the walls of my house. They frantically pounded on the door of our secret dwelling, and I will never forget the loud noise. My father screamed, searching for his weapon while forcing me to hide in the underground compartment. No sooner had he locked me up than the Servant Eater's ram broke through the gate, and a large crowd entered. My father's swordsmanship is actually very good, but there are too many of them. ”

Yan Xiaojing's hand touched his cheek. He vaguely heard a gentle reassurance fall from her lips.

Xiao Lingyun closed his eyes and stared at the ghostly impressions in his mind, these terrible scenes were still disturbing his sleep until now: "Before killing my parents, they first launched a massacre against the servants. I saw it all through the knotted holes of the planks. As I said, at that time, my eyesight could still see clearly. ”

"Lingyun ......"

"At that time, they were moving so much that no one heard me screaming." He shuddered, "I slammed the door panel with all my might, pushed the latch, and tried to rush out." But the door panel was too strong, and I was weak at the time. I used my hand to wrench the plank, scratching until my fingernails turned over and the blood flowed. I kicked the door with my foot......" The horrific memory of being imprisoned made his body react, his breathing became more and more rapid, and cold sweat oozed from the surface of his skin, "After they left, my father dragged his body towards me. The men pierced his heart, and then he ...... He fell half a meter from the underground compartment, unwillingly reaching out his hand to let me out. I kept shouting his name until I couldn't make a sound in my throat anymore. I prayed to Heaven to let him live, but in the end I saw the light in his pupils dim and disappear little by little. I was locked in the compartment and watched as the pool of blood on the floor continued to gather and expand. The next night, a couple of vixen civilians arrived and rescued me. ”

With that, he felt a gentle caress from his shoulder, so he pulled her hand to his lips and kissed the palm.

Before leaving, the servant eater pulled down all the tapestries from the window. The sun rose and shone into the room, burning all the corpses to ashes. I don't even have anything to bury. ”

He felt something fall on his face, it was a tear, Yan Xiaojing's tears.

He reached out and gently stroked her cheek: "Don't cry. ”

Although he cherishes Yan Xiaojing's sympathy.

"Why?"

"Crying doesn't change anything. I cried and watched everything, but they all died anyway. He turned to the side and hugged her tighter, "If only I could...... I still dream about that night a lot. I'm such a coward. I should have stood up and fought with my father. ”

"But you'll be killed by them."

"As a male vixen, you should learn to protect yourself. That's what he's supposed to do. But I could only hide in the compartment and weep bitterly. He scoffed, showing disgust for himself.

"How old were you?"

"22 years old."

She frowned, as if she thought he should have been younger at the time: "You said it happened before you refined. ”

"That's right."

"What did you look like back then?" She picked up a few strands of hair hanging from his forehead and pulled them back, "With your current size, I can't imagine that you could squeeze into the underground compartment back then. ”

"I was completely different."

"You said you were weak."

"It's very weak."

"So, maybe you need to be protected more."

"That's not right." His anger burst out, "Men are the protectors, and they must not be reversed." ”

She was startled and flinched.